Page 7 of Savage Stalkers
Silas whimpers around me, but I shove my cock in deeper, holding his head still.
“Make him cry, Kain,” I rasp as Silas’s eyes water. “I want to feel his tears on my fucking balls.”
Kain answers with another brutal thrust, his hips slamming forward like he’s trying to break Silas open. “He’s getting there.”
Silas gags around me, his body trembling under the force of us both. His lashes are wet, anddamn—I can feel his warm tears on my skin as I fuck his mouth.
“You don’t get to come,” Kain orders. “Not until we’re finished using you.”
Then Kain leans forward, using one hand to grip Silas’s shoulder, and the other to spread him wider. “You feel that?” he hisses. “That is me making sure you remember who the fuck I am.”
Silas sobs around me, his throat spasming. My grip on his hair tightens.
“Good boy,” Kain whispers. “Now fucking fall apart for us.”
And he detonates.
Silas shudders between us, his whole body shaking as his climax hits. He doesn’t touch himself; the two of us using him was enough to get him off. He moans around my cock, the sound sloppy and wet.
His throat tightening is all it takes to have me cursing under my breath, while my hips shudder. “Fuck, that perfect mouth is going to make me come.” I thrust one last time, deep into his mouth, and spill cum down his throat.
He swallows, his eyes steady on mine.
“Fucking beautiful,” I mutter, my hand still buried in his hair, holding him there while my cock pulses against his tongue.
Kain has gone dangerously quiet, then he groans from deep in his chest as he slams into Silas one final time.
“Take it,” he growls. “Don’t waste a fucking drop.”
I watch the way Silas trembles. How his fingers curl into the cushions as Kain’s hips jerk, his body rigid, and he exhales as Kain spills inside him.
For a moment, the only sounds are our ragged breaths. Then I pull out and watch a thread of spit and cum stretch from his lips.
Silas’s tongue flicks out like he’s trying to catch the taste.
Fuck me, I can’t help it. I crouch down to cup his jaw in my hand and kiss him. My tongue slides over his lips, tasting myself, licking my cum from the corner of his mouth before claiming what’s left on his tongue. He whines and leans into me before I finally break the kiss and lick once more across his bottom lip.
Kain pulls out with a grunt and slaps Silas on the ass. He doesn’t say anything, just grabs his jeans, zips them up, and walks off like he didn’t just fuck Silas into the damn sofa.
Silas’s body shakes almost instantly. His eyes dart to me, then to his hands still resting on the cushion. He opens his mouth, then snaps it shut, his breaths getting shorter and faster.
I crouch in front of him and run my hand down his side. “You good?”
“I need to shower.” The words come out rough and desperate. “Zay. Please.”
He hovers a hand in front of his face like he wants to wipe something off but can’t bring himself to actually touch it.
“Yeah, come on,” I murmur as I help him stand up. “I got you.”
He’s quiet, way too quiet. I keep my hand on him the whole way to the bathroom, though his steps are rushed. The moment we’re inside his room, he races through the door to the bathroom. As I follow behind, I see the water is running, but he pulls his hand from under the stream with a hiss.
“Too hot,” I say gently, reaching over him to cool it down. “You’ll burn yourself.”
He doesn’t argue, but once it runs cooler, he steps under the spray, closes his eyes and exhales. I strip off my clothes, follow him in, and let the water run over both of us.
He stands stiffly at first, like he’s not sure what to do now that he’s here. I reach for the body wash and lather it between my palms, then starting at his shoulders, I work my way down.
“Let me,” I insist when he tries to take over. “You just breathe.”
