He kissed me, but it wasn’t about connection. This was dominance and control, and so goddamn sexy. His lips were harsh and possessive, and at the end of it, he used his teeth, biting into my bottom lip. All the while his enormous hands held mine tight against the cool wooden veneer, keeping me locked in place beneath him. A desperate moan ripped from my throat. I was turned on so much it was painful.
Silas lifted up, and his fingers pressed hard on my skin. Could he feel my pulse racing beneath his fingertips? He drove me wild when he flashed a cocky grin. His pelvis swiveled, slamming his hard-on into me. I had to bite back the groan, not wanting him to see how crazy he made me. He had enough advantages already with his striking gray eyes and patterned ink.
“Your jeans are in my way,” I said, shifting my hips so I could rub on him.
“Your underwear’s in mine.”
He released my wrists, passed a hand over his hair to push it back, and then his fingers curled at the black silk covering my hips. Only he didn’t pull my panties down. His monstrous hands yanked furiously, muscles flexing over his knuckles as he ripped. I gasped at the aggressiveness, but also in discomfort. It wasn’t like in the movies where the fabric gave easily. The threads shredded through the silk, carrying me up until it finally tore free and I collapsed back onto the table with a loud bang. Silas dropped the destroyed scraps of fabric to the floor.
I was completely naked and vulnerable to him. His predatory gaze gave me chills as he stared at my body. He took his fill of looking, and then lunged forward, burying his face between my thighs.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Eat that pussy,” I ordered. My hand fisted his hair to lock him in position, and I began to move on him. Sliding my pussy on his face. Riding his magnificent tongue.
His hands were hooked around my thighs, his fingers splayed. He’d cleaned them, but they were still stained dark from the charcoal, and looked amazingly filthy against my skin. Although between the two of us, my filthy was on the inside and probably much worse than his.
His tongue darted over my clit and I inhaled sharply. Silas already had me tingling and my toes curling. He sucked at my clit, pulsing it between his lips and it wrung a moan from deep in my chest. Holy fuck, it felt so good. The tingling built with each lick, each swipe of his tongue until I was hopelessly out of breath.
“You like the taste . . . of my pussy?” I purred.
He moaned his approval, too busy fucking me with his mouth to use words.
“Fuck,” I whispered. My back arched off the wood and I clenched my hold on his head, writhing like a woman possessed. My legs shook as the orgasm advanced and overpowered, shutting everything down except for the blissful sensations.
And then I came.
I jerked and cried out, exploding with pleasure while his tongue continued its obscene assault. My eyes slammed closed as the climax rocked my body, stripping me bare until I was a quaking mess in his artistic hands, and only then did he slow to a stop.
My fingers curled around his as he righted himself. His eyes burned with intensity, like going down on me had only made his lust stronger. His need was dire. I reached for the zipper of his jeans but he stepped back.
“I gotta run upstairs and grab something.” It was clear he meant a condom.
“No, you don’t.”
He paused and surprise flashed through his expression. “I don’t?”
“I’ve got a condom in my purse.”
Something flitted through his eyes. Was that . . . disappointment? “Oh, okay,” he said, moving toward the desk where I’d deposited my stuff. He must have thought I was offering to go without.
I lifted up on my elbows. “Wait. I mean, unless you want to . . . I’m on the pill.”
He turned and opened his mouth as if to say something. But then it closed, like he wasn’t sure how to respond.
“After I caught Matt cheating, I got tested,” I added. “You don’t have any worries there.”
He stalked back toward me, a faint smile curling on his lips. “And you don’t either.”
“Except that I’m going to feel your dick inside me for days.”
His wide grin dripped with sex. “Yeah.”
“Get your fucking pants off, Silas.”
His hand shot out and gripped my throat, pressing me back down on the table. It was aggressive, but once again, he wasn’t trying to choke me. This was him asserting himself. I wrapped my hands on his wrist, giving the illusion that I was the one controlling his hand on me.
He set the index finger of his other hand on my lips, teasing the seam until I parted them and his finger pushed inside.
“Enjoy it. This is all you get to suck on tonight, mouth raper.”