Chapter 45 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

It triggers this overwhelming need within me to be claimed. Something I desperately want. Something I realize suddenly . . . Sarah never did.

My hands float up her sides until I reach both of her br***ts. I palm them and squeeze, causing her to hiss. “I’m not mentally ready for you,” I say, speaking the f**king truth. I might want her, I might want to be claimed by her, but I don’t think I can give her everything she needs.

“Let me help you be ready, Silas.”

“I’m f**ked up, Ollie.” I bring her other br***t into my mouth as her h*ps pick up their pace. Faster, harder. I exhale sharply as her pelvis teases me.

Taunts me.

Pushes me to want more even though my brain tells me to stop.

“Aren’t we all a little f**ked up?” she asks.

“I don’t trust people,” I groan out as I move my thumbs over her n**ples.

“I’ll earn your trust.” She tips my head back and runs her t***ue along my neck. “Let me be the one who takes care of you.” Her t***ue runs along my l*ps right before she k**ses me again. I go to k**s her back, but she pulls away, leaving me wanting more. Her l*ps pepper k**ses down my neck.

To my chest.

She slides off my lap between my legs.

She continues to p**ss k**ses to my stomach, then lower . . .

F**k me, I know what she wants. She’s made it really f**king clear, and I’m not sure I’m ready because the moment her l*ps touch my c**k, I know I’ll be lost. There will be no stopping her.

What am I talking about? There’s no stopping her now as her hands slide up my th**hs to the knot of my towel. Her hungry eyes glance up at me as her fi**gers toy with the knot. My breath is heavy in my chest as I curl my hands into fists in anticipation. When I don’t stop her on the first tug, she smiles and parts my towel completely, letting my stiff c**k stretch up my stomach.

Her eyes widen right before she w*ts her l*ps.

“Oh . . . my . . . God,” she whispers as her fi**gers trail along my Jacob’s ladder piercing. “I knew it.” Her eyes are in awe as she moves her head closer. “I knew you would have the most perfect penis I’ve ever seen.” And then, in one fell swoop, she l**ks from the base of my balls all the way up to the tip.

My stomach bottoms out from the onslaught of her delicious mouth, and a low m**n falls past my l*ps. “Fuuuuck.”

Satisfied with herself, she spreads my legs wider and tugs me closer to the edge as she opens her mouth and draws me in, all the way back to her throat.

“Jesus.” Feels so f**king good.

Warm.

w*t.

Tight.

So good I can’t stop her.

She could do whatever she wanted at this point.

One of her hands wiggles between my legs, just below my balls, where she cups them and gently r*bs her thumb between them while her other hand squeezes the base of my c**k.

“God, Silas. I could s**k you all f**king day.” She takes me deep again, pulls up, then dips down over and over.

She doesn’t gag.

She doesn’t even make a noise.

She just continues to make me lose my mind, one pulse after the other, and when I feel myself start to climb, she lifts to only the tip where she s**ks but pumps the base with her hand.

“F**king hell, Ollie. Your mouth is making me crazy.”

Her teeth line the edge of my tip, and I hiss right before she laps at me with her t***ue, then takes me to the back of her throat.

My hand floats to her hair, gripping it tightly because I have nothing else to grab. As she pumps up and down, making my balls tighten, I know that after this, nothing will be the same.

Her mouth is sinful.

Her hands are immoral.

I’ve never in my life had someone s**k me like she does, and it’s evident in the way that my chest hitches, attempting to find air. And by how I’m desperate to hold on to anything as I feel my body tremble, tingle, and prepare for what’s to come.

She brings me to the back of her throat, then p**sses her l*ps around the head and s**ks so goddamn hard that my pelvis flies off the wood seat of the sauna.

“Baby,” I groan as my body tightens and my c**k swells in her mouth. “I’m going to come.”

Her mouth pulls off my c**k, and I gasp in frustration. Her smile nearly makes me scream in a demand to have her finish what she started. She swirls her t***ue around each one of my piercings until she reaches the tip again, s**ks hard, pulling me to the edge. She deep-throats me again, and I explode.

My hand tightens in her hair. “F**k. Your mouth . . . so . . . hot.” And with that, I come down the back of her throat. She continues to s**k me until I’m completely sated and resting against the back of the sauna, unable to move.

“Delicious,” she says as she moves up my body, trailing k**ses.

Bringing her body to a stand, she sets her foot on my seat and then props one of her legs on the bench behind me, bringing her soaking p**sy right up to my mouth.

So f**king hot. She knows just what she wants, and she doesn’t mind asking.

I glance up at her, and from where I’m sitting, I can see that she’s in need of relief as well, so I slide my hand to the back of her ass, pulling her in closer, and p**ss my t***ue to her c**t where I swipe long strokes, flattening my t***ue so I reach every inch of her.

“I’m already so close,” she says. “I love your c**k, Silas. I want to s**k it again.”

That makes my t***ue fl**k faster, more persistent. I want to make her come hard and fast.

Her hand falls to my head, and her fi**gers dig into my scalp, just like last night. Her tits bounce above me, her legs shake next to me, and her lungs search for air, just like mine.

“Silas,” she gasps. “I’m close.”

I bring two fi**gers to her entrance and curve them up inside her, causing her back to arch and for her to nearly lose her balance, but I catch her by the ass and stabilize her as I scoop my fi**gers and fl**k her c**t.

“Oh . . . God . . . oh f**k. Silas!” she yells right before her body shivers, and a feral m**n falls past her l*ps as she rides my fi**gers and t***ue, pulling out every ounce of pleasure from her orgasm until she’s completely done.

Watching her orgasm will never get old. Ever.

I remove my fi**gers, and with her eyes set on mine, I s**k on them. Her heady eyes fall shut briefly as she lowers her leg and then carefully lowers herself to the ground.

Hand to her chest, eyes on me, she drifts backward to the wall of the sauna, putting just enough distance between us that I’d have to get up to pull her back onto my lap.

Skin red.

Sweat dripping down her chest.

Her eyes are wild as they scan me, taking me all in.

And as she heaves, staring me down, I know she’s feeling the same thing as I am. That was unlike anything we’d ever experienced.

I don’t know if it freaks her out, but it creates a tsunami of concern in my head, and I can feel my brow crease as I think about how easily I could get attached to her and how easily she could break me.

She takes a few deep breaths, studying me, and then without a word, she bends down, picks up her towel, and wr*ps it around her body. With one final look, she opens the door and disappears.

What did I just do?

* * *

“So . . .”Posey says as he comes up to me in the training room where I’m warming up my legs and rolling them out on a foam roller.

“So what?” I ask, grumpy as shit.

Why am I grumpy? Because yesterday, I had my c**k s**ked so hard I’m pretty sure I don’t even remember my whole name. I realized that even though I want to control myself around Ollie, I can’t seem to keep my distance. I’m scared. I’m unsure. And the one person I want to talk to is the person I’m terrified of.

Not to mention, I haven’t heard from her since she left the sauna.

Not one goddamn word.

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