Page 18 of Jamie
He wrapped Silas’s cock in one hand, beginning to stroke, loving on his man. A whimper filled his mouth, Silas’s hands tightening around him.
That was right. He loved feeling his Silas hard and needy around him.
Silas’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and one leg came up, those yoga muscles being put to work to keep Silas upright and tugging him close at the same time.
Damn, that was fine. He wanted to see it with Jamie. He wanted to know how Silas would feel too. Silas bit at his lips, tongue following and soothing, before dancing with his own.
He moaned, jacking Silas faster and harder, needing Silas to come for him, need him.
“Gonna make me shoot,” Silas told him, dark eyes boring into him.
“That’s the point, isn’t it? To ease the tension?”
“To make us feel good.” Silas bit at his lower lip again. “That’s the point.” Silas’s heel dug into his ass, tugging him in even closer.
“To make us fly. Together.” He shoved his jeans down and caught their cocks together.
“Bran!” Silas cried out his name and pushed closer to him, holding on tight. His next kiss was sure to burn them both to the ground.
Bran grunted and danced them back toward the bed, hand still working. Whether or not they made it to the bed before Silas shot was a crapshoot, but he’d make sure they didn’t fall.
“Bran. Lover. Fuck.” Silas was next to incoherent, getting lost in the pleasure, cock leaking.
“Yes. Love. Come on, babe. Show me.”
That’s all it took. Silas came with a cry, his hips jerking as heat splashed up over Bran’s hand. The scent of Silas’s pleasure filled his nose.
“Mmm…” His balls drew up, his thighs taut, muscles bunched up.
“Your turn, lover.” Silas’s hand dropped to where he still held them both tightly together. Silas’s hand wrapped around his and got him moving again, hand sliding along both their cocks.
“Mmhmm… my turn. My balls are heavy, aching for you.” And he loved this, how good it felt, having Silas touch him, need him.
“Yeah?” Silas slid his other hand down and pressed it between his legs, fondled his balls. “Mmm. Yes, yes, they are.”
He grunted and rocked into the touch. “Silas…”
“You want this?” Silas asked, continuing to move their hands over their hard cocks. “Or do you want to go to bed and have my ass?”
“I want your hand. I need you to touch me.” He wasn’t going to mess around.
“As you wish, lover.” Silas continued to fondle his balls, sweet and gentle. The hand jacking their pricks, however, tightened, sped, working him hard.
“Mmm…” No one knew him like Silas, no one else could play him like a guitar.
“Uh-huh.” The word breathed against his lips before Silas pressed their mouths together again, tongue sliding in. One finger pressed against his slit, producing a zing that sped straight from the tip of his cock to his balls.
He shot with a cry, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Silas’s kisses softened, more licks and gentle tugs than anything else, the hand around their cocks slowing, pulling out a few shivery aftershocks.
“Mmm… perfect.” Although it would be better with… no. Nope. Not yet.
“You are,” Silas told him. “From the top of your head all the way down to your toes. Even your crooked little toe is perfect.” Silas bit at his lower lip, then drew him over to the bed.
“That little toe is crooked because you dropped a can of beans on it…” he teased.
Silas put a finger across his lips. “Shh. We don’t speak of The Incident.”
