Page 62 of Wrap Around
"Shep? Is that you?"
Closing my eyes tightly, I breathe through my nose, my body still riding the waves of intense pleasure. Hips jerking wildly, I lean against Silas, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"Dude, are you sick?"
Oh, Jesus, please go away. Please go away. This is NOT the time to be a good friend, Leif!
"Yeah," I choke out, turning my head so my voice isn't muffled. "I'm uh—I'll be okay. I just need a minute."
"Is it something you ate, or did you drink too much?" he calls through the door, sounding worried.
"Um, I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have mixed beer and liquor," I say, thinking fast. I let out a shaky breath as I thrust slowly into Silas' grip once more and feel a small huff of what I'm assuming is laughter against the side of my neck.
"Do you need anything? Glass of water or a washcloth on your neck?"
I straighten and look at Silas in horror. He wants to come in here? Both of us look around frantically, but there's nowhere to hide. The shower has a frosted glass door that wouldn't obscure anything, and he wouldn't fit in the cabinet under the sink. If Franks comes in here, we're fucked.
Silas' eyes widen, as if to ask what we're going to do. I make a face.How am I supposed to know?!
A fucking audible whimper falls out of my mouth when Silas releases my cock and pulls his hand out of my pants.
"Shit, Shep. You must really be sick. I think one of the trainers is here, want me to go get her?"
It is simply not possible for me to conjure up an answer. I swear my brain is swelling. Silas fucking Caldwell just pulled his hand off my cock, and is holding it up in front of his face. It's covered in cum, and he's just holding it up, examining it with the most curious expression on his face. I cannot figure out what to say to Franks, and I cannot figure out what Silas is thinking about his handful of my spunk in front of his face.Did he just smell it?
Oh, Fuck.
His tongue snakes out and tentatively dips into the puddle of mess he's cradling in his palm.
"Silas!"
His name propels itself from my chest involuntarily, sounding somewhere between a whine and a whisper-shout. It's an expulsion of the flare of lust that sparks through me, and maybe an admonishment, because he can't do that now! But he fucking does it again! He pulls his tongue back in his mouth and rolls it around in his mouth like he's tasting the flavor.
"You want me to go find Silas?" If anything, Franks sounds even more concerned than he did before.
I should be worried about him getting caught with a fist full of my jizz, but suddenly all I want is to know if he likes it. If he likes the taste of the orgasm he pulled out of me.
His eyes meet mine, and he smirks as he sucks a finger into his mouth. I groan breathlessly.
"That's a yes? I should go find Silas?"
Fucking fuck!I keep forgetting our teammate is on the other side of this door, with no idea that he's mere inches from finding me with my pants down and my brother-in-law slurping my cum like he packed it as a snack earlier and just realized he's hungry.God fucking damn it.
I wheeze. "Uh, yeah. Please?"
"Okay, hang tight buddy. I'll go find him and bring him up here, yeah?"
"Uh, N-no, that's okay," I stutter, trying to regain some of my faculties and come up with a plan. "Can you just see if he's ready to go or if he wants to catch a ride with someone else? I think he was outside. Tell him I'll meet him at my truck in ten if he's leaving with me."
"Sure, no problem. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Uh-huh."
At the first sign of steps moving away from the door, I surge forward. My fingers slide into Silas' hair so I can cradle his skull, keep him still, while I plunder his mouth almost violently. I want to taste what I taste like on his tongue.
It takes me far too long to pull away, and really, I only do it because Silas has the presence of mind to push me off him.
Right.
