Page 14 of Silent Truths (Razor Monkees #1)

“You were gone,” he grumbled, a little bit of a whine to his voice. I had to resist grinding my hardening cock against his at the sound. Fuck, I loved it when he got all whiny on me.

I hummed and brushed my lips across his. “Missed me?”

He sighed and wrapped his legs around my hips, moaning when my cock pressed against his. A low growl rumbled from my chest as a shiver wracked down my spine. “Don’t be a dick, Salem.”

I chuckled. “Not being a dick, baby. Just genuinely curious.” I kissed the corner of his lips. “I like the idea of you missing me when you’re asleep.”

My nose skimmed along his throat. “I always miss you,” Tor rasped, angling his head so I had more access.

“I’m right here, baby.”

He shook his head. “Never close enough. Want you beneath my skin.”

Christ .

I rocked my hips against his, and fuck , the way he moaned. The way he whined. The way his fucking nails dug into my skin through my t-shirt…

“Off,” he panted against my lips, tugging my shirt up.

I let him pull it over my head, and then I yanked his off next, pressing our bodies together.

He groaned deep in his throat, his chest vibrating with it.

He rocked up against me, and we rutted into each other as we kissed and panted into each other’s mouths.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” I growled as I moved my lips to his neck.

I forced his legs to unwind from around my hips and maneuvered down his body.

Once his sweats and boxers were off, I licked a line up the underside of his cock before wrapping my lips around his tip, his precum tasting bitter but so fucking good on my tongue.

He moaned like a fucking whore, and I had to grip my cock through my shorts to keep from coming from the erotic sound alone.

“Salem…” he rasped, his fingers sliding into my hair. He thrust up into my mouth, forcing his cock deeper, and I moaned around him, urging him on.

The number of guys I’d been with… Fuck, none of them nor any time with them could ever compare to Tor and what it was like being with him. We’d done nothing more than this in the past two weeks—touching, rutting, sucking—but goddamn, it was so perfect.

I sucked him deeper, swirling my tongue around his thick, throbbing length as he lost himself in the bliss of being with me.

Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed the small bottle of lube I kept on me since Tor loved being fingered so fucking much and squirted some onto my fingers before slicking up his hole and sliding two fingers inside of him.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” Tor moaned, his voice no doubt carrying past the four walls of our room. “ Christ , Salem,” he growled. “More. Give me more. I need your cock.”

My eyes snapped up to his as I hollowed out my cheeks. Slipping out my fingers, I added a third before sliding them back inside of him, stretching him more. I’d been waiting—waiting so goddamn patiently—for him to utter those words. To tell me he wanted me to fill him up.

I popped off his cock before he could cum, my throat a little sore and my voice raspy.

“I’m clean. Got tested,” I panted, my cock throbbing at the sight of him riding my fingers, his thick length bobbing across his flat stomach.

“I want you bare, Tor. I swear to fucking God, I’ve never fucked anyone bare before. ”

“Just…” he moaned, “get inside of me, Salem.”

I slid my fingers free and wiped them on my shorts before shoving them down, kicking my shoes off as I went. Hooking the backs of his knees over my arms, I bent him back a little. He reached between us, his eyes locked on mine as he pressed the blunt tip of my cock against his hole.

And then, I was sliding inside of him. Both of us moaned. Groaned. I whispered his name reverently. Like a fucking prayer.

His eyes rolled back in his head as I slid out until just the tip of me remained inside of him and then slid back in. Deeper this time. Sliding against his prostate. His lips parted on a silent moan—like he couldn’t manage to utter a word when I was stuffing him full of my cock.

He reached for me, and I let his legs fall as I lowered my body over his.

His legs wrapped around my waist. We touched.

Kissed. I rocked into his body over and over, never speeding up.

Needing to prolong our first time together.

Needing to fuck him so slowly, I took him apart piece by fucking piece.

Until there was nothing left of him but the pieces that solely belonged to me.

“I love you,” I growled into his mouth. “Say it, Tor. Your lyrics tell me, but I need to hear you say those fucking words to me, baby.”

He whined, his nails clawing into my back. “Would I—” he grunted, “let you fuck me—” a moan, “raw if I didn’t love you, too?”

I nipped at his jaw, a bead of my sweat dripping to his lips. He flicked his tongue out, licking it up, humming low in his throat as the salty flavor exploded on his tongue.

“Just say it, baby.”

He shook his head. I grabbed a handful of his blonde strands and pulled, no doubt making his scalp smart.

He hissed a breath through his teeth, his hole clenching around me.

He was close—I could fucking feel it. But I also knew how to prolong his orgasm if he wanted to play this fucking game with me.

“I will withhold your orgasm,” I warned him, narrowing my eyes at him.

He laughed softly. “I like your pain and your suffering,” he reminded me. “Try again.”

I kissed him again and then pulled out of him.

Before he could voice anything, I rolled him to his stomach and slid back inside of him.

Bracing my arm against the back of his neck, I pinned him to the bed and proceeded to drive my cock in and out of him hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall over and over.

He moaned. Whined more. Fucking screamed for me. And goddamn, it was beautiful. The perfect soundtrack. The only one I wanted to hear for the rest of my fucking life.

Tears burst from his eyes, and I yanked his head to the side, leaning down to lick them up, getting a sick satisfaction out of making him cry like this. For making him lose himself in us and everything me .

“Oh, God ,” he cried. His hole strangled my cock as he came, spilling onto the pristine, white blanket beneath us. I shouted his name and spilled inside of him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder hard enough to make him bleed.

When I pulled out of him, he rolled to his back and reached for me. Immediately, I covered his body with mine, wrapping my arms around him. I knew I wasn’t light, but I pressed my body weight into him, letting him feel every bit of me.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “You’re my beginning and my end, Salem. I love you.”

I kissed him softly then, working him down, cradling him close.

He was my beginning and my end, too. He had been since we were mere kids just trying to survive in a shitty, fucked-up, broken world.

A life without Tor wasn’t a life worth living.