Page 52 of Love by Design (Club Rapture: Risk Aware #1)

MARSHALL

B y the time Friday rolled around, Silas was nothing except nerves and skin.

He already knew Smith from school, and they’d met as adults, but the twins were a mystery to him.

Even though I assured him they were harmless, he didn’t believe me, and he’d wound himself up into a knot of anxiety by lunchtime.

I told him to come home after work, that we would ride to dinner together, which we would.

But I needed to step up and bring him back under control before then.

I got back to the house before him, stripping out of my work clothes and waiting for him in the guest bathroom.

“Hi,” he said nervously, stripping out of his clothes and kicking them into the corner. “Did you want to watch or help?”

I exhaled a laugh, the corner of my lip twitching into a sly smile.

“I want to watch,” I said. “Does that bother you?”

He shook his head and climbed into the shower, turning on the water before dipping his head beneath the spray. He slicked his hair away from his face and rubbed his hands across his chest, sliding one down toward his cock. He gave himself a quick stroke, then let go .

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Do you normally touch yourself when you do it?” I asked.

I’d been in the shower with him through it one time, but I’d never thought to ask about his normal habits or tell him that I didn’t want him jacking off if I wasn’t around.

As much as I liked the idea of controlling Silas’s body that way, it gave me a thrill to know there were times we were apart when he needed to chase his own pleasure.

“Yeah,” he admitted, chin tucked toward his chest. “I mean yes. Yes, Sir.”

“Now I very much want to watch.”

Silas nodded, slicking up the nozzle and bending awkwardly to ease it into his body.

He flipped the water and raised onto his toes, grunting as the warm water began to flow.

He waited, waited, tugging softly on his cock as the water filled him up.

The urge to climb in with him and hold my hands flat against his stomach, to feel him swell from the pressure was almost insurmountable, but I decided to touch myself instead.

He switched the water back to the overhead spray and let the nozzle slide out of him.

The tension in his muscles from holding the water in was evident. And when he gingerly stepped out of the shower, I slid my back against the wall so he could have a clear path to the toilet.

“Are you really going to watch?” he asked, sitting down.

“I’m really going to watch.”

Silas stroked himself with more intent, a strong pull from root to tip.

Slow, slow, and then faster. His hand was still wet with lube as he jerked himself off and emptied into the toilet at the same time.

His body seized and shivered, and his hand slowed down again.

He hadn’t finished, but he was as hard as I’d ever seen him before.

I’d have to rethink my stance on letting him jerk off without me .

“Do you normally finish in the shower?” I asked.

He climbed back under the spray and washed between his ass cheeks, washed his balls, his cock, then turned off the water. “Sometimes, Sir.”

I pulled the towel off the bar and held it open. He walked into it willingly, and I wrapped him up in the thick terry cloth, kissing the top of his head.

“Not anymore.”

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered.

“Are you nervous about dinner still?” I asked.

“Very.”

“I think I’ve figured out how to help you.”

Silas groaned but let me lead him to the bedroom just the same. Once in front of the bed, I tugged the towel away from him and shoved him forward onto his hands and knees. He went easily and willingly, rolling his damp forehead across the comforter.

“Sweetheart,” I said, voice low. “You look good enough to eat.”

So I did just that.

Climbing onto the bed behind him, I dug my nails into his ass cheeks and spread him wide. I speared my tongue into his asshole, licking and sucking and kissing him there until my spit ran down his sac.

“Touch yourself but don’t come,” I said, diving back in.

Silas was a writhing mess by the time he got close, barely managing to get out the warning.

“I’m close, Sir.”

I pulled my mouth away and slapped my hand down hard against his ass.

“Not helping,” he groaned, burying his face into the blankets and fisting the sheets with both hands.

I chuckled, flipping him onto his back and knocking his legs apart.

His cock was thick and red, erect against his stomach and smeared with precum.

I bowed my spine and licked a stripe from his balls to his slit, spreading his legs wide with my hands.

He still had bruises all over his legs and ass from our earlier scenes, and I’d never seen anything more perfect every time I looked at him.

“I wasn’t trying to.” I took the tip of his swollen cock into my mouth and sucked hard, relishing the salty heat of his arousal against my tongue.

“Marshall.” He gasped. “Sir.”

Silas’s fingers threaded through my hair, and his hips arched off the bed.

“It hurts,” he whispered.

I gave him one last suck, then sat up and rocked back onto my heels.

Gathering my own saliva into my mouth, mixing it with his precum, I spat into my palm and took my own shaft into my fist and stroked.

Silas lay sprawled out like a starfish until I moaned and sighed, then he propped himself up on his elbows and watched me stroke myself off in front of him.

“Look how hard you make me,” I told him. “Look how good you make me feel.”

“I see it.”

“Touch yourself,” I said. “I want you close. I want you hungry to come so the only thing you think about the rest of the night is me and how badly you need me .”

“Sir.”

Silas wrapped his trembling hand around his cock, loose and gentle, and teased himself more than anything else.

I let my stare drift from his cock to his face, the flush on his cheeks and the way it colored all the way down to his chest. He screwed his eyes closed and lifted off the bed, his entire body covered in sweat, his muscles quivering.

“Oh, fuck, Silas.” I dragged my hand up the inside of his thigh and threw my head back with a groan that rattled me straight down to my bones.

My orgasm rolled through me like a freight train, low and long and loud.

I angled my cock downward and shot my load all over Silas’s shaft and balls, clenching my jaw at the needy sounds that fell out of his mouth when my cum landed on his skin.

Pumping until I was sensitive and empty, I smeared my release all over his otherwise clean skin. Using my cum as lube, I made a rough first around his cock and stroked my spend into his skin.

“Marshall. Sir.”

He fought himself.

He fought me.

“Silas,” I said.

“I need…” he trailed off, and I slowly released my hold on his cock.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You,” he rasped.

“Perfect.”

Spreading my body out over the top of his, I stole his mouth in a blistering kiss, deep enough to kick my cock back to life.

The urge to get inside of him and rut him down into the mattress was real, but I’d already taken too much time, and if we were too late for dinner, my brothers would tease me until I never wanted to see any of them again.

“I love you so much,” I whispered into his mouth, reluctantly putting enough space between us so we could both calm down.

Silas let his arms flop onto the mattress, his face twisted up in a mask of pleasure and pain.

“I love you, Sir.”

“What do you need?” I asked.

He screwed his eyes closed and let out a long breath. “You.”

“Who matters?”

“You,” he choked out .

I hummed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into a seated position. “Good. Now get dressed. We’re going to be late.”

My legs weren’t much more than jelly, but I fought my way into something halfway presentable, and Silas did the same.

Earlier, I would have expected him to moan and groan over the color and the cut of whatever he chose, but he moved quietly around the room with much more ease than before.

My plan had worked, even if it was a little cruel to send him into the lion’s den ready to burst.

He held my hand the whole way to dinner, and after we parked, I kissed his knuckles, his nose, the corner of his mouth.

“They will love you, but nowhere near as much as I do,” I promised.

He hummed, giving me a weary smile.

“And as soon as we’re back in the car, I’ll make you come.”

Silas’s smile grew larger, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him again.

“I could come like this,” he murmured into my mouth, and I didn’t hate the idea, but we did need to get into the restaurant before my brothers came looking for us.

For the first time ever, I was the last one to arrive.

We were back at the round table again, my seat open and the one beside it as well. Silas’s grip on my hand tightened as we walked in, but I gave him a reassuring squeeze and pulled him up alongside me as we arrived at the table.

“Silas, these are my brothers. You’ve met Smith. This is Hunter and Finn.” I pointed at each of the three of them in turn. “This is Silas.”

“Oh, he is cute,” Finn announced, standing up and extending his hand for a shake, which Silas returned.

Hunter followed suit, and Smith offered him a wave.

We all took our seats again, and beside me Silas vibrated so aggressively, I could feel it in my bones.

I rested a hand on his thigh, maybe a little higher than was decent, but it was enough for his breath to catch in his throat and his body to settle.

“So,” Hunter said, unusually talkative, “tell us about yourself.”

“This isn’t an interrogation,” I warned.

“I asked a very standard getting-to-know-you question,” he shot back.

“It’s fine,” Silas interrupted, clearing his throat. “It’s fine. I’m twenty-five, I’m also an architect. I live…downtown. My best friend and I share an apartment.”

I noticed the hiccup about where he lived, but I bit my tongue to stop from calling it out.

I meant it when I’d promised myself I’d let Silas come around to the idea on his own.

We needed that balance for things to work.

Living situations weren’t something I could dominate my way into, even if the thought of Silas and all his things being under the same roof as me and mine was enough to…

“That’s sickening,” Finn said.

I looked up in time to see him roll his eyes at me and raise his glass in a toast.

“What?”

“Your eyes,” Hunter answered for him, gesturing vaguely at my face. “You’re all…in love with him.”

“Of course I am,” I said.

Beside me, Silas exhaled.

“It doesn’t matter what he does or what he likes,” Finn decided. “Anyone who makes you look that lovesick has to earn a pass.”

“He is also nice,” Smith said from my other side. “From what I’ve seen at least.”

“Thank you,” Silas muttered, tucking his chin toward his chest.

It was smooth sailing after that, all of Silas’s and my worry gone with Finn’s nearly immediate and magnanimous blessing.

We made it through an enjoyable meal where Silas learned he and Finn liked the same kind of movies, he and Hunter shared an affinity for spreadsheets, and he and Smith, of course, did enjoy their chosen careers.

They were agreeable in the ways that mattered, in the ways I knew would be sustainable.

After we said our goodbyes, Silas and I walked back to the car. He was quiet for the most part, almost at ease but still so very tense. As soon as the doors closed, he dropped his head against the headrest and grabbed the sides of his seat.

“Please help me,” he moaned.

“I told you I would.”

The parking lot was empty enough that I wasn't worried about getting caught. I undid Silas’s pants and shoved my hand behind the waistband of his underwear.

He wasn’t hard, but his cock burned my palm when I wrapped my fingers around him.

He made a gasping sound and lifted off the seat, hips thrusting toward my hand as I stroked him.

“Come, sweetheart. Come all over my hand and?—”

I didn’t even have time to finish the sentence before Silas bit out a sharp cry and came.

Cum waterfalled over my fingers as he released, eyes screwed shut and fingers white against the leather seats.

Part of me wanted to drag it out, to make it hurt more so it would feel better later, but he’d had the longest night.

We both had.

“Amazing,” I praised, gently tucking him back into his pants.

He murmured something that wasn’t coherent, going slack in his seat. With a laugh, I buckled him in, then held my hand up to his mouth. He licked and sucked me as best he could, and when I was satisfied with the work, I put both hands onto the steering wheel and drove us home.

I stripped Silas naked in the hallway, huffing out an amused breath when he collapsed face-first onto the bed. I followed behind him, scooping his body against mine and spooning around him. He made tired and happy sounds, and I kissed the back of his head and closed my eyes.

“I want to move in with you,” he said, the words barely louder than a whisper and punctuated with a soft and final snore.