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DAMIEN

W e stared at each other, neither one of us moving, the tension so thick that my fight-or-flight instincts kicked into high gear.

Fuck it. I couldn’t say no to Silas. Not anymore.

“Kiss me,” we both demanded at the same time, and then started laughing.

“Is this going to be a problem?” I chuckled, sweet relief filling my lungs as Silas reached for me, sliding his hands around my hips to cup my ass.

“What?”

“Me being bossy, you being bossy. I like to take charge, it’s my comfort zone, but not always—” I paused, unsure how to explain how I was feeling.

I didn’t always want to be the one who made the first move. Sometimes my need for control needed a break. I’d never said anything to my previous bedmates, but with Silas, I had no need to hide.

“But not always when it comes to sex?” Silas countered and took my mouth in a devouring kiss.

I completely forgot what we were talking about.

“I’m happy to take charge and also take turns,” he continued. “There’s no one way or right way, Damien. Not with you and me.”

He squeezed my cheeks, distracting me, and suddenly I was powerlifted, Silas throwing me back on the bed. That move was no easy feat considering I weighed as much as he did. Fucking hell, I liked it. More than liked.

I bounced once and spread my legs, my cock so hard I was tenting my shorts.

“Being manhandled by you is the biggest turn-on,” I groaned, cupping my dick.

“I haven’t even started.” He smiled as he whipped off his T-shirt, uncovering all those sexy tattoos, and miles of skin kissed by golden freckles. “Fair warning, I’m an even bossier bottom.”

“All I hear so far is a lot of talk,” I teased him. “You know me. I want action.”

“Ask and you shall receive,” Silas insisted as he pulled the elastic from his hair.

Fucking tease.

“Keep going,” I urged. “I want to see you naked. Now.”

My hands were aching to touch him.

He stepped forward, stopping at the edge of my bed, and finally, slowly, undid his pants.

Commando again…

I had nothing smart to say in response. All I could do was bite my lower lip and stare at his cock, curling up against his abs, a trail of pre-cum smeared across his skin. I was so freaking hungry to touch it, taste it.

That’s all mine.

I watched as he cupped his balls in one hand, and his dick in the other, stroking off and letting out a deep, dirty grunt had my toes curling and my hips arching off the bed.

When I glanced up at his face, I caught Silas’s smug grin. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“My turn. Come here.”

Silas gave his dick one last tug and stalked up to the edge of the bed.

Every step closer had my heart thrumming harder, and my breath coming in fits and starts.

He kneeled on the mattress, knees bracketing my hips, his hands reaching for mine, our fingers interlocking tightly.

I was totally at his mercy in this position, and when our hips met, our hard cocks rubbing together, I let out a filthy moan worthy of any porn soundtrack.

“You make the most incredible sounds,” Silas whispered.

“It’s all because of you.”

Silas bent down and brushed his lips against my ear.

“Baby, wait until your cock is in my ass,” he growled. “You gonna fill me up with your cum, Damien? Take what belongs to you?”

When he turned his head, I answered his question with a frantic kiss, my tongue desperate for his taste. My blood pounded faster, hotter, my pulse thrumming with fiery need.

I had to have him; there was no other way.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Mine.”

“Fucking right I’m yours.”

There was no denying the full-on shiver that raced through my body. I wrapped my legs around Silas’s waist, holding on tight as he dropped to his forearms, blanketing my body, kissing me again, ravaging my lips and sucking on my tongue. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

I had to taste all of him.

Banding my arms around Silas’s back, I canted my hips and rolled us over, flipping our positions, until Silas lay underneath me. His surprised grunt told me he liked that unexpected move.

“Damien.”

“First, I’m going to lick every inch of you,” I admitted, leaning down and punctuating my words with more heated kisses. “And every one of your sexy tattoos.”

Silas gave me another one of those incredible smiles as he slowly placed his hands behind his head, his veiny forearms and bulging biceps a sinful invitation that I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—ignore.

“Are you showing off?” I teased him.

“For you?” His gaze darkened. “Without question.”

He let out a husky laugh, until I leaned in and gave his bicep a not-so-playful bite.

His sharp inhale inspired me to keep going, and I did, trailing kisses on his shoulder, his chest, sucking on one nipple, then the other, lower, until I reached his Ruthless tattoo.

I ran one hand over the letters, tracing each line, feeling his muscles quiver with every stroke.

Then I followed the same path with my tongue, as Silas moaned and grabbed hold of my hair.

“Don’t stop.”

I let out a dirty chuckle and continued to tease him, tracing a path lower, along those tight abs and V-lines, until I was nuzzling his blond pubes. Fuck, he smelled so good, musky, and I knew that he would taste even better.

Instead of worrying about the fact that it had been years since I’d touched a man, I did what I always did and leaned into my instinct.

I knew what I liked and figured I’d start with that.

I spat in my hand and reached for his hard cock, giving it a firm stroke, all my senses eagerly mapping his reaction.

Like he could read my mind, Silas shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter how you touch me, Damien. I’m going to love all of it,” he insisted. “Don’t stop.”

The last tether I was holding on to—the one I used to guard myself from losing control, from getting hurt—snapped.

I reached for Silas’s legs, hooking my hands under his knees and pushing them against his chest, opening him up.

Everything about this man was beautiful, and my eyes were hungry to take in all of it.

Not just my eyes, but hands, and my mouth too.

There was no hesitation when I buried my face in his ass.

Determined to give Silas all the pleasure, I desperately ate at his hole, licking, sucking, then tongue-fucking it.

I couldn’t get enough, and I wasn’t the only one.

Silas pushed back, greedy for more, humping my face like this was the end game.

“Goddamn it, you… you go right for the goal, don’t you?” Silas moaned.

“Always.”

I licked a path from his hole to his taint, then slid my tongue around one of his balls and sucked on it. His taste was totally addictive, and the wild and sexy sounds coming out of Silas’s mouth had my own throbbing erection begging for friction.

I ignored my needs in favor of his.

“So damn good,” he groaned.

I gave his other ball the same attention, his musky taste and smell more potent than any shot of alcohol.

My finger reached for his spit-slicked hole, rubbing, teasing, until I slipped the tip inside him.

He was so tight and hot, and I knew that getting my cock inside him was going to completely ruin me.

“Damien, baby, give me more. More.”

I ran my tongue along the base of his cock, tracing the long vein that ran along the rigid length. When I finally reached the fat head of his dick, I swirled my tongue around the underside, feeling him jerk in response.

“Enough,” Silas growled. “I need your dick inside me.”

Instead of heeding his demand, I lowered my head and swallowed his cock, sucking hard, taking as much of him as I could before I started to choke.

Taking Silas all the way down was going to take some practice.

A lot of it. But judging by his dirty moans, he was enjoying my effort.

Fuck, everything about sex with him was already better than anything that had come before.

I pulled off his cock to take a much-needed breath, and before I could lean in again, Silas hauled me up in his arms. We kissed fiercely, rutting against each other, my senses overloading.

I couldn’t get close enough or kiss enough.

And Silas was right. I needed to be inside him and right fucking now.

“Nightstand,” I whispered against his lips. “Lube.”

Next time I’d shove it under my pillow for easy access. Please God, let there be a next time…

I rolled off him and reached for the drawer, yanking it open so fast, I nearly toppled the table. I’d barely grabbed hold of the tube when Silas plucked it out of my hand and manhandled me until my back hit the mattress again.

“I’m gonna ride you until we break this fucking bed.” He groaned as he kneeled above me, pouring lube into his palm and then reaching behind.

“Show me,” I whispered, desperate to see him play with his ass.

Fuck that, I wanted my fingers inside him too. I wanted to be all over him, inside him, the need clawing at my chest.

“Let me?—”

Silas shook his head.

“Next time.” He panted and licked his lips. “I’m too keyed up. I don’t want to come yet.”

I took the lube from him and slicked up my erection, which was so hard at this point that with one or two strokes, I’d be a goner myself.

“Condom?” I asked before I totally lost my head.

“Only if you want,” he whispered. “I told you, I’m tested regularly. I don’t want the barrier. Not with you.”

“Same. I mean, the last time I had sex was over a year ago, but I’m good too.”

Silas groaned and dropped his head back, the muscles in his neck rigid as he rode his fingers.

“Please,” I begged.

He reached for my hand and guided it to his ass, until my slick finger slid alongside his, taking over, breaching his hole.

“So hot,” I whimpered and began to finger fuck him.

“Add another,” he commanded, and I did just that, getting two fingers inside him, pushing in slow and steady, watching his face flush, sweat trickling down his hairline. “More, Damien. More. Give it all to me.”

Silas’s expression was as fierce as his words, his body primed to fuck as he hovered over me. I drilled my fingers in deeper, until Silas’s ass clenched hard around them, and he cried out my name.

“I need inside you so badly,” I whispered. “I need you now.”

I withdrew my fingers from his ass, while Silas positioned himself over my cock, sliding down over me, taking me inside of him, one torturous inch at a time.

Not using a condom was… the best thing ever.

So intense. It was more than the physical sensation, it was what the lack of barrier meant.

This was more than one time, more than casual sex.

I was so far gone for Silas, for a man who was my student.

I should’ve felt guilty, some kind of remorse. There was none of that.

“You ready?” he asked as he gazed into my eyes.

Despite the risks we were taking—all of them—I nodded.

“I am.”