Page 50 of The Addict

“Faster, Silas, please,” I begged. Make these thoughts go away.

He did as I asked, speeding up, his hand navigating to my throat, closing around my neck just enough that the air grew delicate. My hips surged forward, and my back arched.

“Go on, Noah. Daddy won’t hurt you...”

“No...”

“...not yet...”

“Noah, open your eyes.” His voice brought me back. I felt like I was caught on the top of a roller coaster, my head slightly tilted over the side so that I could see the drop below. I was in the first seat. And the fall was inevitable.

My eyes opened and I saw Silas, sudden relief washing over and consuming me.

“I don’t … I can’t...” I whispered nonsense, feeling my approaching release. I was so fucking close.

“I want you to watch as I make you cum,” Silas uttered throatily. Releasing my neck, he used one arm to support himself on the bed as he eased in and out of me, a tantalizing slow pace. He took my cock into his hand, sliding up and down mercilessly.

“Watch as I fuck you,” he demanded.

I obeyed, leaning my gaze down to watch our bodies meshing together, the most delicious form of sin. I almost instantly threw my head back into the sheets from the sheer pleasure of seeing his cock enter me again and again. Silas escalated the speed and strength of his thrusts, taking care to pull out almost entirely before driving into me again. The friction against my cock and the complete fullness I experienced from his was sending me over the edge.

Silas moaned into my neck. “So fucking good, Noah, fuck—”

And then a sound. A small sound.

An out of place sound.

The sound of the front door opening. The sharp clink of keys hitting a table.

My senses spiked and I gazed over Silas’s shoulder to my door. Was somebody in the house, or had I merely imagined it all?

“What was–” My sentence was cut off when Silas’s grasp found my balls, gently rubbing as he pushed deeper into me, hitting that absolute perfect spot. His name left my mouth in a cry. My world lost color. I closed my eyes as my orgasm surged through me, and my legs tensed around Silas’s waist. My body rode atop the crest of ecstasy as hot, thick cum poured into his fingers and onto my stomach. Not a moment later, Silas’s body went rigid, and he collapsed into me, calling my name.

And like that it was over.

And I was falling.

Chapter twelve

See You Again

NOAH

“Noah?”

I was lying under Silas’s limp body, trying desperately to regain my composure when I heard it. My mind had to be playing tricks on me, though. Everything was a daze. Everything was sore—but that sort of delicious sore, the kind that liquefied you.

I felt insane.

“Fucked up.”

But I was used to that too.

“Did you hear that?” Silas asked, lifting himself up, his eyes half lidded and his features more relaxed than I’d ever known them to be. He looked like a completely different person.

“Hear...what?” I replied lazily, not really caring to focus my attention on anything other than how good my body felt.

Silas gazed down into my eyes, his piercing greys shimmering as his lips raised into a little smile. He lifted his hand up to brush my hair from my eyes, a gesture that caused me to tense. “Maybe it was nothing.”