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"That's not it. I mean, it's part of it. I definitely wish I'd saved all my firsts for you, too. But I was in so much pain. I thought I could forget about it for a little while if I…" he trails off, and I'm thankful he didn't tell me any specifics. It's not something I'll ever judge him for, or that even deserves judgement in the first place. But I don't exactly want to hear any of the details, either. It was my fault he was in that kind of pain. Of course he sought out the comfort of others when he needed it.
He exhales a breath, and I pull back to see a tear fall down his cheek.
"We're together now, and that's all that matters."
"I hurt you," he says, not for the first time. "I wasn't gentle when I–"
"I didn't ask you to be," I remind him. "And I could have said no or told you to slow down, but I didn't. And don't you think for one second that I wouldn't drop my pants and bend over this sink right now, because I would. I wanted it. I still want it." It's not a lie. I had hopes that it wouldn't hurt forever, and having his hands on me for however long it would take was worth it.
"That's not how it should have been." He's clearly in agony over this, and I don't know how to make it better. "Your first time-ourfirst time- should have been better than that. I could have made it good for you, but I-"
"So make it up to me," I say, coming up with the only thing that might help us move forward from this. "Show me how it should have been. Show me the good."
Pressing my lips to his, I try to convey just how unafraid I am of anything physical with him. I'm not afraid of a little pain, but I also know that it'll be different now that he's not purposefully trying to inflictany.
He reaches into my pants and cups me through my underwear. Can he feel how wet they are? I blush, not sure if I should be embarrassed about that or not.
"I'm going to show you so much good," he says huskily. "Starting with this…"
My lips ache at the loss of him, and the air feels cold without his body pressed to mine. But when I open my eyes and see him slowly sinking to his knees, my brain shorts out.
CHAPTER 24
GIDEON
I watch in real time as Silas' pupils dilate, eye color darkening to a gold-flecked molten chocolate. His chest stops moving when he pulls in a breath and holds it.
With my eyes on his, I try to silently convey everything I'm feeling. It's more than justI'm sorryandI'm going to make this right. I want him to know I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing him the good. That I'll give him anything. Everything. That I'm his to command. His to rule over, to punish, to love. Justhis. There might have been others between the time I left him and when he found me again, but they didn't mean anything. They were nameless, faceless figures who honestly just made me feel sadder when it was over. I was searching for something that didn't exist—a way to forget. They were nothing, and he was and still is everything.
I'm going to make you feel so damn good, you'll forget I ever hurt you.
The linoleum is hard under my knees, but I can't feel anything but the blood rushing through my veins. I feel so goddamned alive. And when I pull his jeans down to the tops of his thighsand see the dark wet spot in the front of his briefs, my tongue just about lolls out. Saliva floods my mouth.
Silas expels the breath he was holding when I press my lips to the front of his underwear. My eyes flick up. He's beet red and looking up at the ceiling. Is he embarrassed?
"You're so wet for me," I say, my voice scraping against the lust overtaking my whole body and coming out gravelly and low. "So fucking sexy," I say, making sure he knows what that little wet spot does to me. I kiss the spot again, then part my lips slightly and suck the fabric between them. My eyes roll back, and I moan as I suck his flavor from the cotton.
Confession?I don't like sucking dick. Or I didn't. The few times I've done it have been unpleasant. But suddenly I can't wait to get him in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat.
My fingers trail up his hips to grip the waistband of his dark maroon briefs, and I peel them down until his gorgeous cock is bobbing in front of my face. He's leaking for me, pulsing slightly with each thrum of his heartbeat. I look up at him from my knees, my lips so close to his cock that all I really have to do is stick out my tongue. I do, lapping up the dripping precum from his slit. He twitches and his head hits the door. His mouth is slack and his eyes are glazed, looking somewhere between disbelief and awe. Watching him for signs of what he might like or dislike, I wrap my hand around the wide base of his cock and stroke up, then down, once. Just enough to expand and contract his foreskin and push out another drop of sticky fluid from the tip. I lick from the base this time, running my tongue up the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his shaft, wrapping my lips around the tip when I get there. I suck gently, as if from a very large straw, pulling out tiny spurts of liquid. He groans, loud and drawn out, as I sink lower down his shaft. Slowly, I work myself up and down his length, taking him a little farther back with each stroke.
No longer holding his breath, Silas' chest rises and falls rapidly with heavy pants.
"Gideeeeoonnnn," he moans, stretching my name like a prayer. I have to press my hand into the front of my jeans to get my cock to calm down before I bust in my pants.
I want to keep tasting and playing with him, exploring every vein, ridge, and wrinkle of his foreskin. He's close, riding the edge, abs taut with tension as he tries to hold back. Instead of drawing it out for myself, I lean into it. This is the first bit of real pleasure I've been able to give him, but it damn sure as hell won't be the last.
Silas chokes out a warning just before his cock pulses on my tongue and a rush of hot cum jets into my mouth. It's surprising for me how much I like it in my mouth and sliding down my throat. I haven't liked that in the past, even the idea of it made me gag, but Silas tastes good. Sweet, with a salty tinge that makes me want to keep swallowing, to guzzle it down by the gallon, until my stomach is so full it's swollen.
I suck him through each pulse of his orgasm, trying to draw it out. I want more, but I can tell he's growing sensitive. I pull off him, but hold him steady with one hand, licking every bit of him clean as he watches on with soft, almost crossed eyes.
By the time I'm standing, he looks so innocent and sweet, eyes blinking back at me in wonder, so filled with gratitude for something so simple.
"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly, making sure he knows it's okay to say no. A lot of people don't like that. I never did. Then again, I never really kissed my hookups.
Silas nods and kisses me greedily. I could cry from relief when he reaches for me, pulling me into him and fumbling with the button until he can get my pants open. As soon as his hand wrapsaround me, I'm thrusting into his fist, coming with a pained groan. I'm too overcome with how fucking good it feels to be embarrassed, but I know I will be later. For now, I give in to the need to rut into him like an animal while my cum coats his hand and makes it slippery enough for me to fuck his fist. I suck breaths directly from his mouth and he swallows my moans.
I'm shaking through the aftershocks when a loud knock startles me. I choke, muffling a moan into Silas’ shoulder.
