Page 26 of Silent Truths

I strummed the guitar, my eyes never leaving him as I slightly bobbed my head, letting his lyrics pour through me. All his hurt. All his pain. Agony laced every word from his lips—real pain I could never wash away. Real pain I caused.

My words melded with his flawlessly in the last chorus, and he jerked his head up in surprise, his voice only faltering for a moment before his eyes brightened and his words flowed with mine again. “You tore me open. Left me bleeding. My heart’s on the floor. My soul is screaming. This pain you caused. This hurt you weave. I’ll hurt for you every goddamn day so long as you love me.”

I tugged him closer once he was in arm’s reach, and I kissed him, my hand curling around the back of his neck. His moan sounded through my mic, but the fans were screaming too loud to seem to notice.

“I love you,” he panted, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

I kissed him again, hoping he understood the words I couldn’t say yet with a tangle of emotions tearing at my throat too much for me to speak.

15

Tor

Salem’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.

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