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DAMIEN

I hadn’t kissed a guy in years, so I should’ve been nervous. And I was, from the moment I saw Silas in the gym this morning to the second he stepped into my home.

But once he touched me, something inside clicked. I didn’t have time to think, I wanted to feel. And there wasn’t any hesitation in the way I reached for him.

Kissing Silas didn’t feel like a mistake, but the best damn thing that had happened to me.

Nothing this good could be wrong. And if it was, it would be worth whatever chaos would come after.

The second my lips touched his, that first heady taste, my nerves fled along with my concerns.

I don’t know if it was me, him, or the impact of the two of us coming together, but it was on.

I slid my tongue deep in his mouth, and hearing Silas’s groan of pleasure had me rubbing my hips against his, desperate for friction.

His hands moved up my back, sparking trails of fire along my skin.

When he reached my neck, his grip turned possessive as he brought me even closer, manhandling me, until my back hit the railing.

And fuck, that move was a total turn on.

It made my cock ache so hard, so fast, that I was in danger of coming in my jeans.

We ate at each other’s mouths, all eager tongues and lusty moans.

The rough scrape of his beard against my lips heightened my pleasure, and I barely recognized the feral groan that rumbled out of my chest. Silas leaned back briefly, licking his lips and staring at me like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

That makes two of us…

One taste of him was only a tease, and I needed more.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” I growled, chasing his mouth.

His responding chuckle was deep and dirty. “Is that an order, Coach?”

“Goddamn right it is.”

The words barely left my mouth when he reached for me again, kissing me senseless. One of Silas’s skillful hands slid down my chest, his thumb teasing my nipple, goosebumps erupting all over my skin. Since when did that touch feel so freaking good?

“Take this off,” Silas demanded, his voice hoarse as he pulled at my T-shirt.

I broke the kiss and we both reached for each other, him yanking up my tee, me nearly ripping his in my rush to touch his skin. I flung his shirt aside, and ran my hands along his taut pecs, tracing those sexy floral tattoo designs. I was going to lick every single one.

When his hands found my nipples again, I shivered and moaned, crying out as he tugged and teased.

“Even better than I imagined,” he confessed. “So fucking hot.”

My stomach flipped and my pulse kicked up another hundred notches.

“That’s you,” I replied as my hands slid over his shoulders and down to his biceps. “I don’t have the definition of a twenty-two-year-old.”

“Don’t even start,” he stated and took one of my hands, pulling it down to cup his hard cock. “You do this to me, Damien. You. I’ve been in this state since Chicago. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever had the pleasure to kiss, bar none.”

Silas reached for my belt loop and tugged me close, his lips brushing mine.

“Lean back and let go,” he whispered.

“What?”

Silas dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Silas, oh fuck, I?—”

“This is all about you,” he confessed, his hands reaching for my zipper. “I’m going to suck your cock until you scream so loudly; you won’t be able to speak tomorrow.”

“Fuck.”

“Maybe later,” he quipped with a wink.

He pushed my jeans and briefs down my hips, and I barely registered the cool night air as he leaned in, delving his face into my pubes and letting out a filthy moan, licking a heated path up my V-line.

I was starting to understand the whole obsession about beards because when he rubbed his face against my hip, it set off a million fireworks on my skin, in my belly, hell all over my body.

“You smell so fucking good, Damien. And you taste even better,” he whispered as his tongue teased my skin. “Fuck, you are one gorgeous man.”

I flushed hot all over.

“Silas.”

I lost all train of thought when he looked up at me with those soulful brown eyes.

Instead of wanting to take control, I put my hands on the wood railing behind me and held on tight.

Silas reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth, and poured it on his hand.

“I want to swallow your cum,” he moaned.

My dick jerked hard in response.

“I’ve been tested recently and I’m negative,” he continued and kissed my belly. “I assume you are too since you said you hadn’t been with anyone in a while?”

How could he even make conversation at this point?

I stared down at him and nodded.

Silas let out a wicked grin and took hold of my cock in his slick, callused grip.

Oh God, this was even better than my first experience with a guy.

That had been hot too, but fast, because we worried someone might catch us.

This time, however, Silas and I had all the time.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I gripped the railing like a lifeline.

My erection was so painfully hard at this point, it would probably only take a couple of strokes before I unloaded.

And shit, he knew how to stroke me off, with firm, rough pulls that had me pumping my hips, needy for more. Judging by the smug look on Silas’s face, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was younger than me, but far more experienced when it came to pleasuring a man.

“Take your hair down,” I insisted.

Silas reached up with his free hand and pulled the elastic from his bun, the messy blond waves tumbling around his face.

Without pause, I let go of the railing and reached for him, sliding my hands through his hair and groaning with delight at how silky it was.

Stray tendrils teased my skin, making me shiver.

When he locked eyes with me, I was completely and utterly seduced.

“I’ve been thinking about this every day and night since Chicago,” Silas growled, tugging faster. “Jerking off to fantasies of you and me together. But fuck, Damien, reality is so much better.”

He leaned forward and gave the head of my dick a teasing lick.

“So much better,” he repeated. “Can’t wait to taste your cum. I want you to give it all to me. Don’t hold back.”

“Fuck.”

That was the only word I could say as I watched Silas take the head of my cock into his mouth, lips stretched wide, the warm, wet heat of his mouth making me shudder.

“Jesus, look at you,” I moaned as his tongue teased my sensitive dick, the pleasure so intense that my head fell back.

All I could see around me were the explosions of brilliant stars in the sky.

Or maybe I was dreaming. Either way, I was floating to another dimension.

Who needed a bedroom? The best sex of my life was happening right here.

There was something innately primal and thrilling about having sex outdoors.

I’d had my share of adventures with past partners, but nothing felt like this.

I looked down again, mesmerized by the view as Silas swallowed my cock, inch by inch. His mouth was incredible and when he took me all the way down, deep throating my dick? I didn’t think the pleasure could get any better, but I was wrong. So wrong.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned loudly, a savage pleading in my voice. “Please, please, don’t stop.”

Silas made a humming sound and the resulting vibration on my dick was so fiercely good that it had me hanging on to my climax by a thread. With one hand at the base of my cock, he began to bob his head, sucking me harder, faster, wrecking my control. I was going to come embarrassingly fast.

“Shit, I’m close,” I whispered, my balls drawing up tight. “What… what are you doing to me?”

Provocative groans I didn’t know I could make echoed loudly in the stillness of the summer air.

And it wasn’t only me. Instinct took over as I gripped Silas’s hair tightly, pumping my hips, fucking his face.

He reached frantically for his zipper with his free hand, and when he pulled out his dick, I realized he wasn’t wearing anything beneath those tight denims. Shit, that was hot.

All the while he was sucking me down, he jerked himself off with rapid strokes.

Oh God, Silas was going to come. Because of me .

And I was going to unload my cum in his throat.

My balls pulled up tight, my climax within reach. He never let up, his hand and mouth moving in skillful tandem, like making me come was the only thing he wanted.

I was the only one he wanted.

That knowledge pushed me right over the edge.

“Oh God, I’m coming!” I shouted.

My orgasm erupted like a flash of wildfire, and I came hard, unloading in his mouth.

Coming was always good, but this blowjob completely ruined me, stealing my breath and whatever brain cells I had left.

I think I might have fallen were it not for the fact that I had the railing behind me for support.

My knees were done for, and no, it didn’t have anything to do with my old injury.

Sex with Silas was intense, carnal, hot as fucking hell.

He finally pulled off my dick and seeing my cum drip down his chin was too much for me to take. Another jolt of pleasure rolled through me, another spurt of cum leaked out of my cock.

“Damien,” he moaned, running one hand over his mouth and beard, then lowering it to cup his dick, using my cum to stroke himself off.

I stared down at him, panting hard, barely able to speak.

“Come,” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Come all over me.”

Silas jerked hard, his forearm rigid, as pulses of creamy cum shot from his dick. Seeing and smelling his release was more intense than I expected. My chest tightened as I gazed at his face. He didn’t look away from me, and something more than lust flashed between us.

I was in so much trouble with this man. So much.

I didn’t care. No, not that. As a player and a coach, I relied on my training, but more importantly, my instincts.

Ignoring them led to no good. All I had to do was look at my relationship with Eloise.

Somehow, I knew deep down that she loved my image more than me, but I never wanted to admit it out loud.

In the end, I didn’t have to. Her leaving told me everything.

My gut told me that Silas was different.

Whatever this was between us, it was right. And he could be trusted.

Then again, this was sex, not a relationship. I was getting ahead of myself.

Funny though, nothing about me and Silas felt casual.

I was long past the days of meaningless hookups.

The yearning for more, for a meaningful connection both in and out of the bedroom, hit me like I’d been cross-checked.

It should’ve been warning enough to put a stop to this.

But for once, I wanted to be selfish, to enjoy what I had and not question it.

Like me, Silas was breathing hard, his skin glistening with sweat. When he offered me a naughty grin, I was helpless to return it.

“I think I’ll take that drink now,” he mused.

“You and me both.”