“Let me?—”
Silas shook his head.
“Next time.” He panted and licked his lips. “I’m too keyed up. I don’t want to come yet.”
I took the lube from him and slicked up my erection, which was so hard at this point that with one or two strokes, I’d be a goner myself.
“Condom?” I asked before I totally lost my head.
“Only if you want,” he whispered. “I told you, I’m tested regularly. I don’t want the barrier. Not with you.”
“Same. I mean, the last time I had sex was over a year ago, but I’m good too.”
Silas groaned and dropped his head back, the muscles in his neck rigid as he rode his fingers.
“Please,” I begged.
He reached for my hand and guided it to his ass, until my slick finger slid alongside his, taking over, breaching his hole.
“So hot,” I whimpered and began to finger fuck him.
“Add another,” he commanded, and I did just that, getting two fingers inside him, pushing in slow and steady, watching his face flush, sweat trickling down his hairline. “More, Damien. More. Give it all to me.”
Silas’s expression was as fierce as his words, his body primed to fuck as he hovered over me. I drilled my fingers in deeper, until Silas’s ass clenched hard around them, and he cried out my name.
“I need inside you so badly,” I whispered. “I need you now.”
I withdrew my fingers from his ass, while Silas positioned himself over my cock, sliding down over me, taking me inside of him, one torturous inch at a time. Not using a condom was… the best thing ever. So intense. It was more than the physical sensation, it was what the lack of barrier meant. This was more than one time, more than casual sex. I was so far gone for Silas, for a man who was my student. I should’ve felt guilty, some kind of remorse. There was none of that.
“You ready?” he asked as he gazed into my eyes.
Despite the risks we were taking—all of them—I nodded.
“I am.”
CHAPTER 28
SILAS
As I levered up and down on Damien’s cock, I vowed to do what I’d promised.
We were going to break this fucking bed. Or die trying.
I knew that neither one of us was going to be the same after this. Fucking was always a good time, but this, us, was not fucking. Damien was mine and I was his, and we were staking our claim on each other. That’s what was going on. A month ago, I would’ve rolled my eyes at the very thought of belonging to anyone. Now? It was all I wanted. I was caught up in my feelings, not just my body’s reaction, and that’s what made the rush of us coming together so electric.
There was nothing sexier than the man lying beneath me, his raven hair mussed from my hands, his ocean blues revealing more than words could say. Damien slid one callused hand around my cock and stroked me off, his other holding tight to my hip, pulling me in as close as we could get. I rocked my hips and Damien rutted in and out of me, his cock nailing my prostate with every thrust. God, the feel of him bare inside me was so fucking amazing that I couldn’t contain the satisfied moans that rumbled out of my chest.
“That’s it, Damien,” I urged him. “Fuck me. Own me.”
A dark flush stained his cheekbones and neck as we strained closer, our movements frantic as we fucked hard. I leaned in and took his mouth in a fierce kiss, wanting to be all over him, connected in every way.
“Silas, I need… need you,” he whispered. “So fucking bad.”
“I know, baby. I need you, too.”
Heady emotions I’d tried to contain were rising to the surface and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
“Come for me,” Damien insisted, his fingers digging into my hip, his eyes locking with mine, “Let go, Si. Trust me and let go. I’m here. I’ve got you. It’s me, baby. It’s me.”
