Page 70 of The Addict

I smashed my fist against the floor. “I am not lying to you!”

His sigh trickled into my ears. “And that defiance. I think it is one of your best qualities.”

I was beginning to think that Silas Thorne was impossible to hurt. Or escape from.

“What does it take for you to get the hint?” I growled.

He chuckled. “Trust me, you’ve given me plenty of hints. Don’t you recall? Let’s see…Kiss me already.”

I closed my eyes, my brain unwillingly returning to that moment. Silas repeated the phrases that had previously come out of my mouth in a smooth, sensual voice. “I need you, Silas.”

Pause.

“But my favorite,”

I flinched. Don’t say it.

“Faster, Silas, please,” he uttered smugly.

Silas’s breathing accelerated as I listened, and my heart dropped to my stomach. Was he doing what I thought he was? And if so, was this really the kind of effect I had on him?

“Just remembering you...unh...struggling for air...mmm...you poor thing...”

I was silent, afraid that if I interrupted, the karma would come back around to haunt me. Or maybe I just enjoyed the sounds of Silas’s quiet moans.

Most likely the latter.

Knowing he was sitting there, getting off to the thought of me, had me feeling a certain strength.

“It just–” he gasped softly, “gets me all worked up. I go into a...a... kind of frenzy.”

My cock was as hard as steel now. My hand twitched, and like the little demon on the shoulder, promised pleasure from touch. I clenched my fists tight against my body, knowing that I could turn off the phone at any minute if I wanted to.

But I didn’t want to.

“I can’t help myself. It’s too hard to resist.” I could picture Silas smiling, his head tilted forward, his hand low and...

“Stop. Just, stop,” I practically begged as my fingers crept inside my jeans, coming up with their own plans.

“Nnn...why?”

No answer.

“Am I... getting to you, Noah?”

Yes.

“No. You’re just embarrassing yourself.” I began with slow strokes, the tantalizing and steady movement of my hand causing me to press deeper into the wood behind for support. Now that I started, it was too late to stop.

“I think I make you hot,” Silas purred. “I think you wish I was there, doing exactly this, except to you. My hand stroking you. Or maybe, my mouth…”

I sucked in and did not release the breath. I continued to drag my hand over my erection, this time with a heightened pace. I could remember everything so clearly, and heat erupted from my touch at the image Silas so skillfully painted for me.

“I think you want to see me again. How could you not?” A quiet laugh. “I’m dying here. It’s not the same.”

I shuddered. “Yeah? Well, what was so good about it?”

“Seeing you. Feeling you and your reactions. It was incredible. Your quivering form. You were so tight.”