Page 17 of Silent Truths (Razor Monkees #1)

Tor

S alem’s mouth assaulted mine as we fell into our room in the suite, the door shutting behind us with a slam that I barely heard the slamming of my own heartbeat.

I heard Spike shout something at us, but we were too lost in each other to give a fuck about what he said.

Salem reached behind him blindly all while his other hand tugged me closer, molding me to his slightly broader frame.

I moaned into his mouth just as the lock on our door clicked to keep anyone from disturbing us. A repeat of this morning wouldn’t be happening again, and my cock jumped, pushing against the zipper of my skin-tight jeans at the thought of what that meant.

Salem’s tongue licked along my bottom lip, and I parted mine for him without a second thought, groaning when he licked into my mouth, tracing the soft flesh over my teeth and along the depths of my mouth, memorizing everything about me.

I couldn’t fucking get enough of it.

“Salem…” I groaned when he gripped a handful of my hair and yanked my head back to the point where it was almost just this side of painful.

He licked a path up my neck, and I moaned, my fingers clawing at his shirt as I ground my hard length against his.

He hissed a breath through his teeth before pushing me back against the bed, my knees buckling when the backs of them hit the edge of the mattress.

“Fuck,” I grunted, surprised, flopping onto my back.

He didn’t even acknowledge the curse that fell from my lips—just pushed my shirt up and over my head before unfastening my jeans and tugging them down. Once I was naked on the bed, he moved over me, his jean-clad thighs straddling my hips as he gripped my chin and kissed me again.

“ Fuuuuuuck ,” he growled, dragging the word out. I whined, my body on fire, burning for his touch.

“Need more,” I panted.

He kissed me again—a hard, quick kiss—before he slid his fingertips down my chest and my belly. I gasped when his nails scraped lightly over the underside of my cock, and my back bowed off the bed.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” I snapped, glaring at him as my chest heaved.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and I sighed in wonderment, lifting my hands to run my palms and fingers over him, savoring the corded, lean muscles and abs. He shivered when my fingers plucked at his nipples, and he sank his teeth into his bottom lip.

“I want you inside of me,” he rasped.

I blinked at him in surprise, my fingers stilling. He circled his hand around my wrist and urged me to continue, so I did all while trying to make sense of his words.

He wanted me to top him.

I’d never topped anyone. I’d never even had sex with anyone but Salem.

“I’ve never—” I choked.

Would I hurt him? I didn’t want to hurt him. I’d never been inside anyone before, and the idea of being inside of Salem was both incredible and terrifying.

“I prepped,” he told me, his tongue licking over his bottom lip. “After our shower this morning, I put a plug in. All you have to do is lube up and slide inside of me, baby.”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, running my eyes over him. He flattened his palm over my rapidly beating heart, somehow calming me even while my mind ran rampant with all sorts of scenarios, most of them ending in him hating me.

What if it wasn’t good for him? What if I did something wrong?

“You’re thinking too much,” he rumbled, leaning over me and licking into my mouth. I moaned. “I’ll even ride you. Just to stop your head from spinning with every worst-case scenario.” He leaned in, his lips brushing mine as he spoke, “But you will be inside of me, Tor.”

Swallowing thickly, I finally nodded. He kissed me again, his hand sliding beneath my head to sink into my hair.

We both moaned as he ground his still-covered cock against mine, rocking into me.

Digging my heels into the bed, I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust until I was too lost in how fucking good we felt together that I couldn’t focus on the anxiety swarming my senses at the thought of being inside someone for the first time.

At the thought of being inside Salem .

I reached between us and unfastened his jeans. He slid off the bed and finished undressing before straddling my hips again, reaching behind him to pull the plug out. He groaned, his eyelids fluttering before he set the toy on the mattress beside us.

“Lube,” I rasped, grasping my cock in my hand and squeezing the base just to keep from coming. It was going to be a test of my restraint to not nut as soon as I got inside of him. Just watching him pull the plug from his ass had me ready to blow my load and destroy the night.

He leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed the lube we’d used last night before handing it to me.

I blew out a shaky breath before dribbling some over my cock and then tossing the bottle aside.

I groaned low in my throat as I wrapped my hand around myself, slicking my cock up.

Salem watched with so much intensity, a shiver slid down my spine.

Fuck .

“Stop,” Salem growled, rising over me and shifting forward.

My breath hitched in my throat as his hand overlapped mine around my shaft, and then, he was lowering himself onto me.

A mix between a moan and a choke ripped from my throat as the blunt tip of my cock slipped inside of him, right past that first tight ring of muscle.

Salem moaned, and fuck , the sound had no business being so goddamn erotic.

“ Christ ,” Salem moaned, his body quivering as he lowered himself further—inch by goddamn torturous inch. My neck strained, and I clenched my jaw as I gripped his hips, my lubed up fingers sticky, my breath sawing from my lungs.

He was so tight. So warm.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck .

“ Goddamn ,” I panted, my eyes slitted as I stared up at him. “You’re so tight.”

Salem grinned all while a bead of sweat trickled down his temple and along his jaw. I flicked my tongue over my bottom lip, desperately wanting to lick it up but knowing I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he was fully seated on me and had adjusted to the stretch of me being inside of him.

“You’re the first—” a moan, “person to ever be inside of me.”

My fingernails broke the skin on his hips at his confession, and blood welled beneath my fingers. Salem grunted, his cock leaking precum. “I better be the last,” I panted.

Salem nodded, and his hand wrapped around my throat. My body went lax so easily, so ready for him to control me. I was his. Completely. Wholly. I always fucking had been.

“Oh, you are,” he promised. “Just as no one will ever know what you taste like and what you look like when you come. You’re mine .”

I nodded. “Yours,” I promised, agreeing with him wholeheartedly.

He rose onto his knees and lowered himself, both of us moaning at the blissful, spine-tingling sensation.

I leaned up on my elbows as Salem lowered his body to mine, riding my cock in earnest now.

We kissed messily, teeth clashing, tongues lashing.

So lost in each other that nothing existed outside of this moment.

“Need you to come,” I growled, wrapping my fist around him.

A whining sound I’d never heard from him before ripped from his throat as I began to work him, and I gritted my teeth so hard, an ache spread through my jaw.

My muscles trembled with the restraint it took to not flood his ass with my cum before he’d gotten off. To mark him from the inside.

He cried out my name, his cum flooding my fist, and then I shouted his name, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip as I exploded, filling him up.

Salem collapsed on top of me, and we wrapped around each other, both of us panting, our skin slick with sweat and cum. The room reeked of sex and everything Salem and me. Of us.

“Holy… fuck,” I finally breathed.

Salem grunted in agreement before tucking his face into the curve of my neck, breathing me in.