Page 59 of Illusionist
His hands are everywhere, skimming over my ribs, cupping my breasts through my bra. I arch into his touch, hyperaware of Teddy's eyes on us, of the way his breathing has gone shallow and quick. When Silas unhooks my bra and lets it fall, Teddy makes a sound that's part growl, part whimper.
“Look at her,” Silas commands, his fingers pinching my nipples until I gasp. “Look how beautiful she is when she's desperate for it.”
I am desperate. My skin feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending crackling with need. Silas spins me around to face him, his blue eyes dark with lust as he captures my mouth in a bruising kiss.
Behind me, Teddy's breathing grows ragged. “Jesus Christ.”
Silas breaks the kiss, his lips curving in a wicked smile. “Strip me,” he orders, and I comply eagerly, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. I push it off his shoulders, revealing the lean muscle beneath, the tattoos that snake across his chest and arms.
When I reach for his belt, he catches my wrists. “Slowly. Let's not rush his torture.”
I take my time unfastening his belt, sliding it free from the loops with slow moves. Teddy's restraints creak as he shifts, and when I glance at him, his eyes are fixed on my hands with an intensity that makes my core clench.
The zipper of Silas's jeans sounds loud in the quiet holding cell. I push the denim down his hips, freeing his cock, already hard and leaking.
“Now you,” he says, his voice rough around the edges.
I shimmy out of my remaining clothes, feeling Teddy's gaze like a physical touch as I reveal myself. When I'm naked, Silas positions me on my hands and knees in front of Teddy, angled slightly so the agent has a perfect view.
“Watch,” Silas tells him, his hands sliding over my back, my ass. “Watch how wet she gets for me.”
His fingers find my entrance, and I’m embarrassingly slick already. He slides two fingers inside me easily, pumping slowly while his thumb circles my clit. I moan, pressing back against his hand.
“She's dripping,” Silas observes conversationally, as if he's not currently finger-fucking me into oblivion. “Can you see that, Agent Coleman? See how her pretty pussy is just begging to be filled?”
Teddy's response is a strangled sound that goes straight to my core. I look up at him through my lashes, seeing the way his jaw is clenched tight, his arms straining against the bindings behind his back.
“Please,” I breathe, not sure if I'm talking to Silas or Teddy or both of them.
Silas withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. But then I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, and my world narrows to that single point of contact.
“Tell him how it feels,” Silas demands as he pushes inside me inch by torturous inch.
“So good,” I gasp, my back arching as he fills me completely. “He's so deep, Teddy. So fucking deep.”
Silas starts to move, slow and deliberate at first, letting Teddy see every thrust, every withdrawal. His hands grip my hips as he sets a rhythm that has me moaning with each stroke.
“Look at her face,” he tells Teddy. “See how she takes my cock? How desperate she is for it?”
The angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust, building the pleasure higher and higher until I'm trembling with it.
“Harder,” I beg, and Silas obliges, snapping his hips forward with enough force to make me cry out.
“That's it, baby,” he growls. “Let him hear you. Let him know how good I make you feel.”
The praise combined with the relentless rhythm of his thrusts pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly like a spring about to snap.
“She's close,” Silas pants, his grip on my hips tightening. “Can you tell, Agent Coleman? The way she's shaking?”
“Fuck,” Teddy breathes, and when I look at him, his face is flushed, his eyes wild with need.
“Come for me,” Silas commands, one hand sliding around to find my clit. “Come on my cock while he watches.”
The combination of his words, his fingers on my clit, and the relentless pace of his thrusts sends me over the edge. I come with a cry that echoes off the walls, my muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me.
But even as I'm still shuddering through the aftershocks, I notice that Silas hasn't followed me over. He slows his movements, eventually stilling completely, though he’s still buried deep inside me.
I look back at him questioningly, and he gives me that wicked smile again.
