Page 66 of Full Service

He pulls me into him, and I bury my face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him. Sex and cum and something inherently Silas. He’s so fucking hot.

“God, you must be exhausted. What a long fucking day,” he murmurs into my hair.

I sigh and lay on him a little further. He’s so warm and comforting, and honestly, I could use a long-drawn-out hug.

“Let’s shower and get into bed,” he tells me.

I should get up because a naked, wet Silas is the thing of dreams, but I honestly don’t want to move from my place on top of him. I wiggle against him, bringing both our bodies down against the couch cushions and bury my face into his neck.

“Don’t wanna move,” I murmur.

His hands slide up my back and into my hair, holding me against him.

And even though my cock’s been hard and his is growing against my leg, at this point in time, I have no desire to act on it. I just want to be with Silas, just let him comfort me.

It’s really been a shit show, and I need someone to help me mop up the mess.

“You’re very muscly and heavy,” he grunts as I continue to lie on top of him.

I smile against his skin. “Yeah, but you love all my muscles.”

“Hm,” he replies. “Perhaps.”

“You do, admit it.”

He huffs again, and I reach under his armpit and tickle him, causing him to gasp and writhe beneath me.

“You better fucking not,” he hisses, but it only makes me want to do it more.

I dig my fingers into his pit and he bucks beneath me, kind of like a rodeo rider. I could get on that. Would be nicer if I was sitting on his dick. Although, to be fair, it’s right there, grinding up against me. Tickling him hasn’t made it go down. In fact, it only seems to grow harder.

“Your dick likes this and you do too,” I laugh as he tries to get me off of him. It doesn’t work. I hold on like the pro I am.

A snort escapes him and then a giggle, and by the time I roll off him, he has tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I’m going to kill you,” he wheezes, swiping at his eyes.

“As long as you murder me with your dick, we’ll be just fine.”

He rolls his eyes and then sits up, trying to compose himself, but I wrecked him. He looks positively delicious.

My eyes are telling him what I’m thinking because he purses his lips and shakes his head. “Absolutely not. We are keeping this professional, starting now.”

I glance down at my dick and sigh.

“Sorry, buddy,” I tell it, and Silas chuckles lowly.

“Yes, sorry is right. If you’re going to stay here, it needs to be.”

“Right, totally professional,” I say and then our eyes clash and I crawl toward him, sitting right between his legs. I gaze up at him and see his pupils dilate.

“How about we start that tomorrow instead? This will just be our little secret.”

When he doesn’t respond right away, I continue, “I mean, we already did shit today, might as well keep it going.”

His brow furrows. He’s thinking about it, really considering my proposition.

“I suppose you do make a very good point.”