Page 28 of Nothing to Fear (Wicked Games #1)

Asher

T here are a million things that should be occupying my mind right now, but none of them hold a flame to Silas Blackwood.

Everything about him calls to me, and I don’t know, I never noticed it before.

How I ever went a day without knowing what it was like to kiss his lips, touch his skin, make him moan.

I should be focusing on searching for the hidden entrance to get us to the graveyard, I should be tutoring him, studying myself, but instead, I can’t keep my eyes off of him.

The unmistakable outline of his hard length taunts me as he looks over notes from class.

We took a break from reading maps as our eyes started to cross.

Not being able to touch him during the day has been torture, and now that we’re alone. That’s all I want to do.

“Take out your cock, Silas,” I demand after I’ve read the same line twenty times.

Silas’ eyes go wild, darting from me to the open room.

The chances of someone walking down here are slim to none, and he knows it; it didn’t stop us the other day when I finally got on my knees and took him to the back of my throat.

“You’re serious?”

“Deadly,” I say with a straight face, the conviction in my voice strong, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Silas moves slowly, with trembling hands as he works the button of his pants open. My eyes track the slow slide of the zipper as it separates. I love how worked up he gets, how easily I can get him going, love how flustered he gets when I’m more aggressive, love him .

“That’s my good boy. Let me see it.”

“ Ash . . .” he practically whines. Whether or not it’s for me to stop or to keep going is up for debate, but the tone in his voice almost brings me down to my knees.

I want to give him everything, make him feel good always, teach him how deserving he is of receiving it all and having no regrets about it.

“Mmm. Look at how hard you are, baby. Are you weeping for me?”

“You know I am.”

My head drops back, and I let out a loud groan of appreciation. “Good.”

Moving my chair closer to him, I reach out tentatively, my hand grasping his length, his skin silky smooth under my touch.

It throbs against my palm at the contact.

The tip drips, beads of precum leaking down his thick mushroom head.

My mouth salivates as I give him a firm squeeze, dragging my hand from root to tip, forcing more pearly white liquid to expel.

Silas moans, his legs starting to shake. So responsive. He makes it so easy.

“You need to work, Silas. Focus.”

“How can I when you’re touching me like that ?”

“Hmm. Like what, baby? ”

“Stroking my cock, Ash. How can I focus on our work when you’re holding my cock?”

I drop to my knees at his feet, looking up at him as I press my hands against his knees, spreading his legs open to make room for me.

“Jesus,” he says on a rough exhale. His eyes dance across my face, a look of pure awe reflecting in his pretty blues.

“What’s that face for?”

“I can’t believe Asher Ambrose is on his knees in front of me, looking up at me like I’m worthy of his affection.”

“You’re worthy of everything, Silas.”

Gripping his thick length, I lick from root to tip in a slow, sensuous stroke, sucking on the crown once I get to the top. Silas’ eyes practically roll to the back of his head, and I love the goofy, lust-filled gaze that takes over him.

“Mmm. You taste so good.” Salty. Manly. His cock seeps precum, and I lap at it with my tongue before licking back down his length, not stopping until I reach his sack. I quickly shove his pants the rest of the way down, giving myself ample room to fuck him with my mouth.

Silas’ hands comb through my hair, tugging on the strands as I gently suck on his balls until they rise up close to his body, dipping lower and flicking my tongue over his taint.

God, I really love his taste. I’m feral for him.

Arousal overflows my bloodstream, pleasure coursing through me as I tease and lick and explore.

“Suck it, Ash. Please .”

Another wave of pleasure washes over me at his words.

“Christ, Silas, tell me exactly what you need from me.”

“Take me all the way back, don’t stop till you suck me dry.”

I give him exactly what he wants, my mouth opening wide to accommodate his thick length and descend on him.

I take him down until he reaches the back of my throat, and then I pull back.

Taking a deep breath through my nose, I relax my throat and take him deeper, not stopping until my nose is pressed against his pelvis.

Silas groans loudly, his fingers digging into the back of my head as he holds me down.

“Fuck yeah, Ash. So good.” His voice is deep and raspy and goes straight to my cock.

I repeat the process, sucking him hard when I ascend, making him moan, his hips starting to pump forward from below, his control snapping.

Fuck, that’s what I want, what I love so much.

I love how he fights it, how he battles against it, and then the dam breaks, and he lets go to the primal urges he feels.

I want him so goddamn bad. My cock is throbbing hard and desperate as I suck his big dick. He’s close to coming, his hips stuttering as he tries to fuck into my mouth, to take what he needs.

But I want more.

It’s so easy for me, knowing I’ve already been inside him, knowing we’ve already had sex. I dream about those nights, and I’m losing my mind knowing it was Silas and how badly I want to feel it again. I wanted to hold out longer, wanted to take him back to bed. But I’m so damn desperate.

“Fuck, Silas. Need inside you. Need inside your tight ass so bad,” I say as I lap up his wet dick.

“You want to fuck me?” he moans, his voice teetering on the edge of losing control.

“Want to defile you.”

“Fucking do it.”

Jesus Christ, thank God.

“Come for me first, need to taste you.”

I drop my mouth down on his dick, taking him all the way in just as he starts to fall off that euphoric cliff. His cock thickens in my mouth, jerking with his release as he practically overflows me with his cum, my name on his lips as he orgasms.

I move quickly, not giving a shit where we are.

If someone sneaks up on us in the heart of the school, they can watch.

I no longer care. I stand, gripping Silas and flipping him over, pressing his stomach down flat against the table.

I shove his pants down to his ankles and spread his cheeks, taking a moment to look at the tight rim of muscle between them.

I loved fucking him. Loved watching his tight ass stretch around me. I’m going to love it even more now, knowing that it’s my Silas I’m inside. The whimpers I can pull out of him as I fill him make me go insane, and I need them now more than ever.

I drop to my knees again, my fingers digging into the tight flesh of his ass as I spit his cum directly onto his tight hole. The hole I’m going to fuck with his cum as my lube.

“Oh fuck, Ash.”

I spread him open further, looking at how slick his hole looks, glistening against the light. Fuck, he looks good enough to eat. But I need the lubrication so I don’t hurt him.

“I don’t have a condom. But I wouldn’t take you bare if I wasn’t good to go. I’m also on PrEP.”

“I’ve always used protection, and test results are in my phone, negative for everything.”

I hum my appreciation as I use my finger to press inside his body, pushing his cum into his tight hole.

He moans around the intrusion, his body relaxing and knowing what to expect.

One finger quickly becomes two, then three, and when I’ve worked him open enough, I stand.

Spitting a few more times directly onto him, I wipe the head of my cock through the mess, coating my head to ease my way in.

I breach the tight rim, leaving just my head inside him for a moment to let him adjust .

“Fuck me, Ash!” he begs, his voice thick with need and desperation.

I slam home, filling him completely with my length.

I groan loudly, my head falling back as the pleasure zips through my body.

It’s exactly how I remembered. He’s so fucking tight, his ass clenching and releasing around me.

I look down, watching as I pull my cock from his body and then sink back in.

My fingers dig into the dip of his hips, holding him roughly as I pick up my pace. The noise of skin slapping against skin echoes through the quiet chamber, the flames flickering and casting shadows that dance along the walls and across the floors. As if even the ghosts are happy with our union.

“Love your ass, Silas. Love fucking you. Love being inside you.” If only you knew this wasn’t our first time.

“Then fuck me harder, Ash. Give it to me.”

I pound into him ruthlessly; his body bent over books centuries older than we are. I fuck him like he’s the air that I breathe, the reason the sun rises each day, and the moon each night. I fuck him like he’s the only thing in the world that matters. Because it’s true.

I grasp his torso, forcing him to stand, his back flush against my chest as I change up my pace, staying seated deep inside him, my thrusts short but hard.

Silas turns his head to face me, and my lips immediately seek out his.

His tongue meets mine in the middle, as he reaches around with a hand and digs his fingers into the muscle of my ass.

“You gonna come again?” I ask as I reach around him and take his cock in my hand, stroking him from root to tip.

“Yeah, fuck, Ash. Fuck. Aah.”

“That’s my good boy. Look at you. Do you have any idea how good you feel? Your ass is so tight around my dick, you’re practically strangling me. Love how you feel.”

I jerk my hips hard, pistoning in and out of his body as I stroke him, his moans like a symphony to my ears. Our fucking echoes through the chamber, our own personal soundtrack, while I claim him all over again.

He’s so much better than I remembered. He’s perfect. Made for me.

My free hand reaches up, pinching and twisting his nipples as I stroke and fuck him, my mouth finding its home against his neck, sucking and biting at his flesh. My legs start to tremble, and I know I’m close.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Silas moans as his orgasm rushes forward without warning, his ass clenching around me like a vise grip while his dick spurts out a fresh wave of cum over his abdomen and my hand.

“Gonna blow. Inside or out?”

“Inside, fill me up.”

Oh fuck.

I combust, my cock responding to his words on instinct. I come hard, filling his ass with my cum. He takes every bit, turning his head and claiming my mouth, sucking on my tongue as my orgasm barrels through me, swallowing all of my moans that he’s earned and are his to keep.

When the pleasure ebbs, I drop my forehead against his shoulder and breathe heavily.

“Jesus Christ.”

“I love fucking you.” I love you.