Page 86 of Full Service
Nothing makes sense.
Silas’s hands move up his chest and into his hair as he impales himself on me over and over again, until I’m strung tight, my entire body coiled up and ready to snap. Fuck, the picture he makes. The sensuality of it all.
I’ve never had sex with someone like this. Never had it feel this good.
That’s all I know.
It’s all I fucking know and that’s good enough for me.
I come on a roar, my cock shoved so far up inside of him that he cries out, his body shaking atop me.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt as I writhe under him, letting him wring every last drop out of me. Then I look meekly up at him, and he meets my gaze.
“I wasn’t done.”
“Yeah, about that,” I say, grabbing on to his dick and stroking it. “I wasn’t either. That was just foreplay.”
He arches an eyebrow at me in disbelief.
“Now who’s the liar?” he asks, and I shrug.
“Give me two minutes, and I will rock your world.”
He cocks his head and then leans down toward me, his lips brushing mine sweetly.
“Oh, Mr. Winslow, you already did. But I’ll take a round two. I’ll always take more from you.”
Jesus fucking Christ, this man.
I thread my fingers through his hair and kiss him deeply, our tongues sliding against each other. My cock is still inside him and when it starts to thicken, Silas groans at the sensation, the sound reverberating through me.
I swallow it all, inhale it.
I plan on keeping my word.
Gonna rock his world.
Silas is on his hands and knees, my cock shuttling in and out of his hole, taking him for another ride. Only this time, instead of riding me, he’s bent over the couch like he was when I walked through the door. We’ve come full circle now.
“That’s it,” I say, feeling like a god. We’ve been going at it for literal minutes. At least five. And I’m going like a champ, making him grunt and groan, my name a prayer on his lips.
“That’s it, Dr. Sinclair. You take it.”
He arches his hips back and does. He takes it so good. I’ve never had a bottom so fucking good for me. But then again, Silas makes everyone seem dull in comparison.
“And you don’t come. Not yet. I’m not through with you.”
He grunts his disapproval, which only brings me closer to the edge. I mean, doesn’t he realize what those grumpy sounds do to me?
Obviously not because he does it continuously until I’m cross-eyed, my body buried so deep inside of him that I swear I’m going to come out his throat. I lift him by the shoulders until he’s standing upright and grab on to the base of his dick as I continue to thrust up into him, feeling his shaft pulse in my hand.
But he can’t come. He really can’t. I need to sit on it.
“You hold it in,” I tell him roughly, my teeth nipping at his earlobe. “You save it for me.”
He groans, his head falling back on my shoulder as I use him. And I do. I grind and thrust, canting my hips up furiously until finally, I’m pushed over the edge.
His ass is stuffed full, my cum leaking out of him as he falls forward, his shaking arms holding himself up against the couch.