Page 45 of The Addict

“That’s more like it. Keep going,” he coaxed, his low throaty command nearly causing my heart to stop.

I continued, gently sucking on his throat, leaving dark, purple marks all over his perfect skin. I enjoyed marking him. The slight quiver in his form told me that he was cracking, that he wanted it too. I wanted to draw him closer and closer to the edge. I needed him to understand that even though I was following his orders, I was in control.

I had power over him.

He would give me what I wanted, and I reveled in knowing that he couldn’t resist me.

“Silas,” I let out a soft moan, one that I hadn’t realized had escaped. “I need you, please.” I buried my face in the crook of his neck, letting my hands wander along the planes of his muscles, caressing his tattoo, sailing lower and lower. He took a deep breath and pulled back to analyze me.

“All of that,” He blinked. “For a kiss?” He was awestruck.

“Did it work?” I asked, cupping his face, prepared to take what was mine.

Silas brought his mouth within centimeters from touching mine. “I didn’t know you wanted my lips this much,” he taunted before pulling away, yet again.

I growled and forced my hands into his hair, yanking him back. Silas grunted and raised a brow at me.

“Just fucking kiss me already,” I ordered.

The world shifted and we collapsed onto the freshly made bed, Silas pinning me down effectively. My back to the blankets, his body on top of mine. He crushed his lips into mine, capturing my breath as his own. My mouth opened to receive him and my hand grabbed the back of his head in an attempt to angle him closer. I raised my shoulders off the bed to find the traction I needed to overtake him. He broke from my hold, slamming me back into the covers.

“You’re not the boss, Noah,” he asserted, and grinded his hips into mine, drawing out a ragged moan from me.

“At least,” he winked. “Not this time.”

DAMIAN

“Damian, dear?” Mother called calmly from the back seat.

“Yes?” I glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.

She laughed sweetly, using her compact to apply more make-up to the bruises on her cheeks. “I know we’re almost there, but I left some of the important papers back at the house. Do you think he’ll mind us being late?”

I sighed and pulled into an adjacent lot. We’d have to turn the car around and head back, and that was going to take some time. “Better to be late and prepared,” I said, trying to make her feel better.

“I’m sorry, honey.” She shook her head. “I feel so silly.”

“It’s not a problem. Noah should be finishing up his meeting by the time we return. He can let me in.”

NOAH

There was only a thin garment of silk separating us from the final act.

Silas’s boxers.

I groaned. What a troublesome article of clothing.

I was thinking of ways that I could possibly remove the annoying barrier when my wish was finally granted, Silas raised himself off of me, reaching down to his pants that had found their new life in a mismatched pile on the floor. His hand held a condom when it returned. Silas placed the foil in his mouth before shedding his boxers seamlessly. I propped myself up on the bed, partially horrified and half mesmerized. I was going to look; I was beyond the point of modesty. I held my breath. He was big, bigger than I thought he’d be. All the touching and foreplay leading me up to this hadn’t quite prepared me for what I knew I was about to take. Silas eagerly observed me studying him. He tore the packet open swiftly, gliding the condom down and onto his erection in one fluid motion.

He crawled back on top of me, inching down until our mouths gently brushed. I peered up at him quizzically, my obsidian meeting his moonstone for what seemed like the first time. Silas dipped his face back to mine, our mouths meshing tenderly. This form of kissing I had never experienced before. It was smooth and slow. Delicate. It was a weird feeling. I sighed and allowed his tongue to enter, to explore. I had to admit, the sensation was amazing.

I wasn’t sure how much more of this I’d be able to handle. The burning started slowly and grew, until I felt blind with fury and pleasure. Fuck, I needed touch and I needed it now or I was going to lose my mind. I forced Silas closer, dominating every inch of his perfect mouth. In return I received a snarl and felt Silas clasp a hand around my cock.

“Not the boss, Hansen,” he purred, dragging his hand in an up and down motion.

I arched into him, a low throaty groan emerging from deep down in my chest. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, finally receiving the contact I had desired for so long.

Silas chuckled. “I won’t,” he answered smugly.