I grip the showerhead and place it exactly where I want it against my c**t as he bends me forward. With the hand not holding the showerhead, I brace against the tile and hold my breath as I feel him position his c**k against my entrance.
“Don’t take your time, Silas. I need your dick now.”
Hands gripping my ass, he pushes inside me in one large th**st that nearly has me crumbling against the wall.
“Goddamn,” he shouts. “This tight p**sy will be the death of me.”
He works his erection in and out of me at a demanding pace, and all I can do is brace myself as he builds both of our orgasms to the precipice.
The vibration of the water bouncing off my c**t combined with his w*t strokes has me clawing to hold on longer.
“Jesus, I’m already there,” he says, pumping faster.
Thank God.
“Me too,” I squeak out as the first tingle of an orgasm zings down my legs. “f**k, Silas . . . I’m . . . I’m . . .” I can’t get out the words because together, we both groan, our orgasms making us incoherent.
I push against him, he tugs, and together, we slowly ride down the high.
On a deep breath, I stand and lean against his chest, where he holds me tightly.
“Shit, Ollie. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” I ask.
“Because I wanted that to last longer, but the minute I was inside you, there was no chance.”
I turn toward him and use the showerhead to rinse his chest. “I was right there with you.”
He pinches my chin. “How can I still come that fast with you? It’s f**king embarrassing.”
I chuckle. “I think it’s all the spanking, pinching, tools, and dirty talk,” I answer. “We don’t give each other a chance.”
“You’re right about that.” He takes the showerhead from me. “How did this feel?”
“Phenomenal, but your dick felt better.”
“Good answer.” He p**sses a k**s to my l*ps, and then we get lost in each other’s mouth once again. This time, we turn off the water.
* * *
“Did Silas get you that sweatshirt?” Ross asks as he examines the black hoodie I’m wearing that says Property of the Vancouver Agitators.
“He did,” I answer as we wait at our favorite coffee kiosk on campus for our drinks to be made. Thanks to post-shower sex on the bathroom floor, I was almost late for my first class. Silas was insatiable this morning, and no matter what I did, he wanted more.
Not that I didn’t want it, either.
But I barely made it out the door with clothes on. He gave me this sweatshirt this morning, one that fits better, and then sprayed me with a touch of his cologne before k**sing me goodbye.
The entire drive to campus, I wore a huge smile on my face.
Throughout my first class, I kept thinking about him and everything we’ve done in the past twenty-four hours.
Even now, when getting coffee, all I can think about is how Silas would hate my order and cringe at it.
“I like it,” Ross says. “I’d ask Ian to get me one, but he’s pretty much opened his entire closet to me. So I can take what I want.”
“And what did you take?”
Ross smirks. “A few things.”
“Ollie,” the barista says, setting two drinks down on the counter. I grab them and hand Ross his order, and together, we head toward our class.
“So, hear anything from Roberts?” Ross asks.
“No, and I’m sort of getting nervous about it. Don’t you think he would have said something by now?”
“I don’t know,” Ross answers as the fall wind wh*ps around us. It’s getting to that point in the year when a hoodie just isn’t going to do it anymore. “Roberts is a weird guy. He doesn’t praise very often. I turned in my paper and heard nothing. It published and all was good. So I think it’s better not to hear something.”
“That’s what I was thinking, but—”
“Hey, hot stuff.”
I pause and turn to the side just in time to see a large mass of a man wr*p his arms around me and scoop me into a hug. I’m about to start kicking when I smell a very familiar cologne.
“Silas?” I ask, completely off guard.
When he pulls away and I see his handsome face, partially hidden behind sunglasses, I nearly squeal.
“Oh my God, what are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d spend the morning with you since I don’t have to be at the airport until later.” He glances up and nods. “What’s up, Ross?”
“Hey, Silas. Risky coming to a campus where you’re worshipped.”
Silas just shrugs and then brings his l*ps to mine. “Surprised?”
“Yes,” I say, still trying to grasp that he’s here, with me, at my school. “I have to go to class, though.”
“I know. Figured I’d just go with you, then take you out to lunch. You good with that?”
The corners of my mouth tilt up. “I’m perfect with that.”
“Good.” Silas loops his arm over my shoulder, and together, we all walk. “How are things with Rivers?” Silas asks Ross. “He doesn’t talk much in the locker room.”
“Things are great,” Ross says, that ever-present smile on his l*ps whenever Ian is mentioned.
“Ian is a real daddy . . . if you know what I mean,” I say, causing Ross to push at my shoulder. “What?” I ask. “It’s true.”
“You don’t need to tell Silas that.”
“Sorry to say, whatever I know, he probably knows,” I reply.
“So you two actually talk? That’s shocking since Silas’s dick is always down your throat.”
Silas nearly chokes on his own saliva as I laugh. “I’m a good listener.” I wink.
Ross leans forward so Silas can see him, and he says, “And just so you know, since we’re spilling secrets here, congrats on the piercings, Silas. She is positively infatuated with them.”
Silas lets out a deep chuckle. “So I’ve heard.”
We make our way through the crowd of students, and I don’t know if it’s because no one’s paying attention or Silas did a good job covering himself with a hat, glasses, and hoodie, but we go undetected. When we reach the classroom, thankfully, it’s a larger one, so we can sit in the back.
When we sit down, I notice just how big Silas is for the seat, his shoulder expanding into my space, but I welcome the comfort of having him near.
As I take out my laptop to take notes, I say, “Now, no distracting me. Got it?”
“How would I distract you?”
“Uh, touching, talking . . . breathing.”
“You don’t want me to breathe?” he asks, a raise to his brow.
“It will remind me how you breathe in my ear when you’re ready to come. There will be none of that.”
“You have to let him breathe,” Ross says. “Having a giant hockey man pass out in the middle of class will bring more attention than you want.”
“Fine,” I huff. “You can breathe, but that’s it.”
“Understood,” he says. “And just to clarify one more time, there’s a strict no-touching policy?”
“Very strict.”
“No handholding?”
“Would that be touching?” I ask him.
“Yeah.”
“Then no . . . no handholding. Just sit there and try not to turn me on.”
He stretches his arms in front of him and says, “I can’t make any promises since I’m so alluring to you, but I’ll try.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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