Page 39 of Nothing to Fear
The kiss heats up quickly as we grapple to get closer, the hard line of his cock pressing firmly against mine, our hips slowly rocking into each other, seeking out the friction that we both so desperately need. Candles flicker wildly in their sconces, as if the school itself is approving of this match.
I take the lead, shifting us, pushing Silas against an empty wall on the far side of a long bookcase, shielding us from the extremely unlikely chance someone walks down here.
My hands roam under his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin against mine. My fingers drift over every ridge of each ab before moving lower. I dip my middle finger beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging it slowly back and forth through the swatch of short, curly hair there. Silas groans intomy mouth, his teeth nipping at my lower lip as I pull back and meet his icy blue eyes.
Touching him right now is so different from any of the times before, knowing that I know his body already, knowing that this man is mine. Like a montage, the last few weeks replay in my head.
Hooking up at week one.
The wind pushing me off the cobblestone sidewalk, and Silas tackling me to the ground.
Professor Mortwood leaving school.
My course aligning with his.
Being chosen to tutor him.
Hooking up at week three.
The only one I’m unsure of is the glory hole, but if I think hard enough about it, the way my partner was so desperate to touch me, how comfortable I was in the situation. It wasn’t a stranger behind that wall. I know it was Silas.
We both may have been having anonymous hookups, but subconsciously, we knew it was with each other.
My hands dip deeper under his waistband, the pads of my fingers digging into the plush part of the top of his ass. His cock pushes hard against my own, and I so badly want to take us both out like I did last night and fuck both of our cocks with my fist until we blow. But there’s something else I’m dying to do. Something I haven’t done yet.
“Let me taste you,” I beg, my lips brushing against his.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Dropping to my knees, I grip the sides of Silas’ sweatpants, pushing them down over his hips, and down his trembling thighs to his ankles. His cock looks so damn good, hanging hard against his thigh, the head thick and already leaking precum out of the slit.
My fingers grip him tightly around the base,my tongue darting out and lapping up the precum that drips down the side of his thick crown. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his taste explodes on my tongue. Salty. Musky. Manly. His resulting moan sends goosebumps scattering across my skin.
“Fuck yes, Ash.”
I lick up his length like an ice cream cone, taking my time to lavish every inch of him. When I dip down and drag the tip of my tongue against the seam of his balls, his hands thread through my hair, the corded muscles of his wrists and forearms bulging as pleasure no doubt sparks through his body.
Licking up his length again, I swirl my tongue around his mushroom head before suctioning my lips around it, sucking hard. I chuckle against him as his knees tremble on either side of me. Selfishly needing more of him, I finally take him into my mouth, dipping down until he hits the back of my throat.
The thing about me? I love giving head. The feeling of being in complete control over someone else’s pleasure without any expectation of getting anything in return is a heady beast. With Silas down my throat, I’m next level. His sexy little whimpers, the sweet moans that escape his lips, the way his muscles twitch and tremble, it’s driving me insane.
I pull back on his dick, flicking my tongue at the sweet spot right under his crown, making his hips buck as I use my free hand to unbuckle my jeans and pull my cock out. I groan loudly against Silas’ cock as my hand wraps around my length, giving me a jolt of pleasure through my spine.
“You taste wicked fuckin’ good, Si. You gonna come for me again?”
Relaxing my throat, I slide down Silas’ dick like a pro, letting him slip down my throat before slowly sucking hard on the way back up. His fingers dig into my scalp as he moans.
“Fuck yeah, don’t stop. Your mouth feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Why the hell would I stop? Who has he been hooking up with that would stop? I’m not stopping until I’ve sucked every drop his balls have to offer.
I repeat the process over and over while jerking my cock with my other hand. Silas’ hips start to move, his thrusts starting to become more powerful as he takes back some of the control. I relax my posture and my throat, allowing him to use me and take what he needs. The way his legs are spread is so fucking hot, knees bent as he holds my head between two hands, thrusting his big dick into the back of my throat. I can only imagine what we look like together, and it’s enough to make me blow here on the floor.
“I’m gonna come, Ash. You want it?”
I pop up for a split moment. “Come down my throat, baby.”
“Ohhh fuuuuuuuck.”
