Page 23 of Bailey Bangs Her Brother's Best Friend
“Bailey.”His voice is mildly reprimanding, and I return to his wrists to free them.I raise up so he can turn underneath me.“Next time I’ll get you some proper handcuffs,” he teases.
The joke dies as I straddle Silas’s thighs, lining us up so I can feel his erection against me.I put my hand on his chin, the stubble rough like sandpaper.My fingers slide down his throat, which he obediently bares for me.Then over the hollow of his collarbone, the pec tattooed with the playing cards.Down, down, down...
Silas’s breath catches, his eyes dark and desperate as I undo the top button of his jeans and slide the zipper down.I wrap my fingers around his dick, which fits perfectly in my palm.
“Do you think you’re exempt from Hunter punching you now?”I tease.
Silas groans.“Don’t say your brother’s name while you’re holding my dick.”
“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter,” I chant and we’re laughing until I feel vibrations against my thigh where Silas’s phone is in his pocket.
Silas’s eyes widen.“Oh shit.It’s like Beetlejuice.We said his name too many times.”
I push off Silas’s chest to sit up and he follows me, abs flexing at the movement.Then he untangles himself from the shirt easily, proving he was never trapped, just playing my game.
Silas checks his phone.“Thank god.It’s just my mom.I’ll call her back later.”
He tugs me back down on top of him, but the moment his tongue is back in my mouth, his phone vibrates again.
I sit up.“It must be important.”
“More important than what we were doing?”
I twist my lips to the side, thinking.Silas claps his hands over his chest, wounded.But his mom is older than my parents, and she lives alone out in Maine, and I know Hunter has mentioned Silas worrying about her a few times.“Just in case,” I say.“You should answer.Maybe your mom punched someone.”
Silas chuckles.“Only ’cause you asked.”He taps the answer icon.“Hello?”
I haven’t talked to Silas’s mom in years since she left town.His dad was never in the picture, and based on how quickly she left town, I think she was just hanging around waiting for her son to be independent.Last I heard she was running a yoga bed-and-breakfast out in the woods somewhere.Silas listens for a beat and then rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, I’ll look for it.”
He slumps over, glaring at me.Told you so,he mouths.
Silas lies back, running a hand through his hair.“Uh-huh,” he says to his mom.
His pants are still open, his cock out—though now it’s going soft.He’s not paying any attention, so I bend over and suck him into my mouth.
His body bows.“Jesus!Fu—” He bites his lip before the whole word gets out, and I keep sucking.“No, sorry, Mom.Just stubbed my toe.”He glares at me, but then his eyes roll back in his head.“Mom, I gotta go.Love you, bye!”The words come out fast and he hangs up, throwing his phone on the floor.He groans, his head back and his eyes closed while I take him deep, my nose brushing against the trimmed hairs.
Silas lifts his head up.“You are evil.”Then he jackknifes, catching me under the arms and hoisting me up and flipping us.I end up beneath him, his mouth hot on mine.
We make out, Silas shoving his jeans down to get more comfortable.His dick is rock hard against me, and we grind together.
Silas’s lips trail down, teasing their way to the strap on my shoulder.“Show me how to make you come.”
“Show you?”
He grins up at me.“I’m not the kind of guy who’s going to think he knows your body better than you.”He punctuates his words with a kiss on one of the bows on the lace.“Show me how you like it.Show me how to pleasure you,” he says, gently tugging the cup down.“I’ll practice until it’s perfect.And then, maybe, I’ll improve on it.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, pulling hard and making my back arch.I gasp, all my focus on that one spot until he releases it with apop.
“Bailey,” he rasps.“Show me.”
I slide my left hand down my body and cover his, tugging it with me.He watches as I slip them both under the lace.
I show him exactly where to touch me.
“Right here?”he asks.
