Page 53 of Love by Design (Club Rapture: Risk Aware #1)

SILAS

I woke up with Marshall’s fingers digging into my bruised thighs and his mouth around my cock.

I had no idea how long he’d been at it for, but it took less than a minute of me being awake for him to suck my pleasure right out of me.

I came with a tired and hoarse groan, my body clenching and aching at the sight of him enthusiastically swallowing my cum.

“This is mine,” he murmured, kissing the tip of my dick before crawling up the length of my body and kissing me on the mouth.

He tasted like salt and sleep. He tasted like home.

Winding my legs around his waist, I pressed our bodies together. “I need you, Sir,” I whispered.

The night before came rushing back to me—the edging, the torment, the eventual release. His brothers’ approval and my midnight confession before falling into the deepest sleep I’d ever known.

“What do you need, Silas?”

Marshall was already reaching for the lube, slicking his fingers and smearing them between my legs. He pushed one finger into me, then another, and when I arched against him and moaned, he added a third. The stretch was monumental, but like all things with him, I welcomed it.

“This,” I rasped.

He fucked me with his fingers and then replaced them with his cock. It was one slow glide as he entered me, seating himself fully and burying his face in my neck. Marshall cursed under his breath and then started to move. If I expected a slow and easy round of morning sex, I was wrong.

Marshall rutted me down into the mattress, fucking me with an unmatched intensity.

He fucked me like he needed to come inside of me to get his next breath, and I would have been lying if I said I didn’t love having that power over him.

He curled his hand around the top of my head, leveraging our bodies so he could fuck deeper and harder.

There was no real method to it, no pace, no consistency. He was already too close for that.

And I’d never been more in love with him.

Marshall came with a seize of his hips and a burst of cum that shot into the deepest parts of me.

I tried to hold onto him, fingers scrabbling against his back, but he was covered in sweat and my hands shook with pleasure.

I went limp beneath him, and Marshall thrust into me one more time before pulling out and rolling onto his back with a heavy grunt.

His chest heaved with every breath, and I wanted to crawl inside of his chest and live there.

“Sir,” I whispered.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

I climbed on top of him and slanted our mouths together, taking every pant and gasp that fell out of his mouth for my own.

Marshall slid his arms around my waist and held us together, kissing me back deeper and with more tongue.

It was kissing for the sake of kissing, even after my body heated for him again, and I humped myself against his leg.

Marshall’s hands stayed steady around my waist, and his mouth pressed firmly against mine.

He’d said whatever I wanted, so I came across his thigh with a whimper. His fingers dug into my hips as I rode out my orgasm on his leg, and he kissed me the entire time.

Eventually, the sun crept higher in the sky and my body slowed its desperate grind. The kiss turned languid and lazy until it wasn’t anything more than shared breath and clacking teeth and smiles.

“When do you want to move?” he asked, pushing us both into a seated position before extracting himself from my arms.

Swallowing, I watched him find clean pants for both of us, not arguing when he got on his knees in front of me to help me into them. Marshall helped me to stand on shaking legs, then led me into the kitchen and up onto a stool at the counter.

“Same time as Lincoln,” I said.

Marshall made us coffee, then cracked four eggs in a bowl and set to scrambling them. “When is that?”

“He’s been looking, but I’m not sure.”

“He doesn’t want to stay where he is and get a new roommate?”

I shook my head. “He said it was our space.”

“What a romantic.” Marshall slid the finished eggs onto a plate, correcting himself, “Platonically romantic. If there is such a thing.”

“I’m sure there is.”

Next up was bread into the toaster, and then Marshall was on the stool beside me, breakfast in front of us both, coffee steaming and ready to drink.

“I can pay you rent,” I finally said. “And bills.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“What if I want to?”

Marshall finished chewing and set down his fork. After he swallowed, he dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth, the way he did when he was thinking about something. Slowly, I folded my hands into my lap and stared at my plate.

“Is this a limit, Silas?” he asked, looking at me from the corner of his eye. “Are you going to insist on this?”

I closed my eyes and thought long and hard about the answer I wanted to give.

It should have been a limit. I’d never slacked off or tried to pass off my responsibilities onto anyone else, and I’d never intended to start with Marshall.

But my relationship with him was very different than it was with Lincoln, than it would have been with any other boyfriend.

Marshall was my partner, but he was also my dominant.

That came with a different set of responsibilities and expectations, and we’d both known what they were when we signed up to be with each other.

Slowly, I shook my head. “No,” I said. “No, Sir.”

Marshall licked his lips, nodding before he said, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

I picked up my fork and finished my breakfast, then I cleared our plates and caught up to Marshall in the bathroom.

He stepped out of his shorts and held his hand out for me.

The shower was already on, the water hot, and the steam filling the room.

I walked into his arms and peppered his chest with kisses, feeling grateful and overwhelmed.

“Sir,” I whispered, trailing a hand down his stomach. My fingers tangled into the hair around the base of his cock, and Marshall groaned at the touch.

“Yes, Silas,” he answered, and I went to my knees.

I kissed the fronts of his thighs and the insides, lower down to the backs of his knees, his ankles, the tops of his feet.

I dragged my cheek across his skin like a cat, blinking back a wave of unexpected emotion and tears that threatened to spill over my lashes.

Touching and licking and kissing my way back up, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked, and sucked, and sucked him down my throat until his hands were in my hair and his groans in my ears, and how had I ever wanted to fight any of this?

This was heaven.

I couldn’t have designed a better partner for myself if I’d tried, and to think I’d ended up with Marshall by accident. Call it cause and effect or whatever words you wanted, but I was so much more than lucky to be on my knees in front of his man. To have a place there for as long as it felt right.

“Don’t swallow,” he warned, and then hot cum splattered onto my tongue.

Marshall’s hands tightened in my hair, and he restrained his thrusts as he came in my mouth.

A burst of his cum shot against my cheek as he hauled me up to my feet, then he crashed our mouths together again and licked the taste of him off my tongue.

He consumed me wholly, lifting me by the bruised backs of my thighs.

I wrapped myself around him, opening my mouth so wide it hurt so he could kiss me deeper.

Marshall walked us into the shower, my back landing hard against the wall.

The breath left my lungs and entered his, and the sound he made was enough to ground me right back into my body with so much force I never wanted to leave.

Marshall was all-consuming, like when I’d given in and admitted how much I wanted my future to have him in it, he’d opened the floodgates.

It should have been too much, but I knew Marshall would never let me drown.

He managed to get us both washed and dried.

Dressing took more time because he allowed my hands to roam over the dampness of his body a little longer than was necessary to get his clothes on.

He dressed me in return, leaving reverent kisses on every faded bruise he’d ever given me.

The passion finally quieted to a simmer, and Marshall sat beside me on the edge of the bed, our thighs pressed together and pinkies twined.

“Are you sure Lincoln is going to be okay with this?” he asked.

I still didn’t know what the two of them had spoken about earlier in the week, but Marshall’s concern enhanced my own.

“He says he will be, and I have to take him at his word.”

“I know he’s your best friend, and I want to make sure you know he will always have a place here. Us being together and living here doesn’t mean your relationship with him needs to change.”

Happiness swelled in the center of my chest, and I managed a nod in reply.

“Thank you.”

“It’s decency,” he said. “Doesn’t need praise.”

“Thank you anyway,” I told him.

A small silence fell, but I could tell he had something else he wanted to say.

“What?” I prompted, tightening the curl of my pinky finger around his.

“What about your dad?” he finally asked. “He suspects we’re involved.”

“It’s not his business.”

“Are you going to ignore him forever?”

“He doesn’t like my designs. He fired me. He expected me to unfire myself to save him.” I paused, fighting down the anger that threatened to bubble up at the thought of my dad. “He doesn’t deserve to know the version of me that you’ve built.”

“I’ve hardly?—”

“Marshall. Sir,” I cut him off. “Stop.”

He laughed, brow raised. “Stop?”

“I’m not the same person I was the night we…well, we didn’t meet, but you know. ”

“I remember.”

“I’m not the same,” I said again. “I’m who I am today, I have the things I have because of you. Arguing about this is a limit.”

Another laugh, and Marshall raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, sweetheart.”

“So, I don’t want to talk about my dad right now. Maybe in the future, but not for a while.”

“Understood.” He cradled my cheek in his hand, angling my face toward his and gently pressing a kiss against my lower lip. “Whatever you want, Silas. Whatever you need…that’s what you’ll get from me.”

The earlier wave of emotion was too strong to hold back any longer. Wetness beaded on my lashes before spilling down my cheeks. I covered his hand with mine and nodded, leaning in and bringing our faces close again.

“I know,” I told him. “I know. I’m yours, Marshall. Sir, I’m so fucking yours.”

Feeling bold, feeling strong, I kissed him. I climbed onto his lap and took his face into my hands, using my body and my mouth to make sure he understood just how much I meant it when I told him I loved him, I wanted him. I needed him.

Marshall hummed against my mouth, smiling against my teeth.

“I’m very glad to hear that, sweetheart,” he murmured, trailing his hand lower and curling his fingers around my throat…the best kind of collar. The one I wanted to wear for the rest of my life. “Now why don’t you get on your knees and prove it?”