Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Neither of us moved.
The world went deathly quiet in spite of the raging storm, the crackle of firewood, and the steady thump of my heartbeat reverberating in my ears. I’d been here before. I knew that look, and I knew where it led.
Now it was a matter of who’d make the first move.
No. This wasn’t smart.
Don’t do it. Don’t—
I wrapped a hand around Silas’s neck and crashed our mouths together. He opened for me automatically, thrusting his tongue inside. We made out with enthusiastic sucking, nipping, and feasting.
This wasn’t a kiss; it was a dual for dominance, for control.
I pushed Silas, pinning him to the mattress in a tangle of limbs and tongues. He hooked his legs at my waist, pumping his hips and gliding his erection against mine.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
He used the distraction to pounce, rolling and switching our positions. Now I was under him, caged between his muscular arms, our hard cocks pressed and pulsing. I wanted him. I wanted…something…more.
Silas did too.
He bent, brushing our noses as he rocked his hips rhythmically. “Feels good.”
I growled in agreement, arching to meet the sweet friction, my fingers slipping under the elastic of his boxer briefs. He wiggled meaningfully. I took the hint and lowered the cotton fabric, then grabbed the globes of his perfect butt, squeezing his cheeks and humping his cock from below.
Silas kissed me rough and dirty. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so horny, so needy. I didn’t like being out of control, and I barely knew this guy. I should have reset the balance, let him know I was in charge here.
“Take them off,” I barked, breaking the kiss.
Silas nodded absently, shoving the boxer briefs off, and tugging at my sweats. “You too.”
I lost my T-shirt, kicked the sweats aside, and climbed atop him and gripped us both. “Fuck. That’s good.”
“Yeah,” he choked out, propping himself on his elbows. “Are you gonna—oh, fuck…yes.”
I stroked us, smearing precum over the tips of our cocks, my hand sliding up and down our poles. I stole dirty kisses as pressure built, sending tendrils of pleasure along my spine. My stamina was usually world class, but Silas was unexpected in every way possible. I hadn’t been surprised by anyone or anything in a long time. Not like this.
Silas let out a keening moan.
“Go on. Do it.”
“Ungh!” he cried out as cum jetted onto his belly.
I released his dick, set my palm on his pecs, and stroked myself to the finish line, roaring with the force of my orgasm.
My chest heaved, and my vision blurred. I sucked in a deep breath and licked my lips, surveying the mess we’d made. The sheet had come undone, the blanket was on the floor, clothes were everywhere, and my guest was covered with our release.
“I’ll get something for…this. Hang tight.”
I returned with a warm washcloth and two water bottles.
Silas sat up and wiped his stomach, tossing the cloth aside as he reached for the water. “Thanks.”
I located my sweats and thought about putting them on, but it seemed like too much work. Moreover, it would put a physical barrier of sorts between us, and I wasn’t ready to lose the connection. Not yet. I had questions. So many questions.
I added another log to the fire and joined him on the mattress. “You’re bi?”
Silas shot a quick sideways glance in my direction. “Yeah.”
“You’re not out.” I didn’t really need confirmation. His panicked expression said it all.
He shook his head. “No. I’ve haven’t done that in…a while. You?”
“I think my story is a little different,” I hedged. “I’m not a famous athlete or a—”
“I’m not famous.”
“You’re on TV.” I caught his wary gaze as I uncapped my water. “Don’t worry. This stays here. With us. Cone of silence, remember?”
Silas frowned.
“I feel like an asshole, and it probably doesn’t matter anymore. I just retired. I can do what I want. Or who I want,” he added. “In theory, anyway. Reality isn’t that simple.”
“It rarely is.” I took a swig of water, my eyes fixed on the roaring fire.
We sat in silence for a minute or two, lost in thought. At least I was. I’d never brought a man home with me. Even by accident. I should have been uneasy with this new dynamic. Twenty-four hours ago, I hadn’t known Silas Anderson. Now…well, I still didn’t know much about him, but I’d touched his cock and that was something.
When he excused himself to use the bathroom, I tidied a bit, folding the blanket, reattaching the sheet, and yeah…I put my sweats on. Not my boxer briefs, though. I threw those into the laundry room, then foraged for food.
“You can hardly see the trees or the lake out there,” Silas commented, striding naked into the great room. “It’s all white. I bet it’s freezing too. Nice and warm in here.”