Page 160 of Silver Sweet
He’s glaring. But there’s something so fucking hot about watching Tom,arrogant fucking Tom, get aroused by being obedient to me.
“I want you to fuck off,” Tom says through gritted teeth. I slide my hand faster along his shaft, and he clasps my shirt with a fist. His feet kick against the couch cushion. He tries tugging me down to him. I keep resisting.
“You know what happens every time I do what I fucking want to you?” I finally lower my head inches above his mouth. “You get sofuckinghard, nepo baby.” He hardens even more in my hand. “Just like that.”
His nose flares again, but his lips upturn. “Go ahead,” he whispers with a choked noise that has my blood pooling south. “Take your time. You think I’m scared of being caught?”
No.I think he’s getting off on the danger.
I’m getting off seeing his smile vanish and his mouth open in a hitched breath.
Pleasure coats his face.
I crush my lips against his in a hungered kiss.
He’s fisting my shirt. I’m gripping him so hard that he comes undone underneath me in the next second. A groan strangles his throat, and when his body starts shuddering, I rip my mouth off his. Just so I can bend forward and wrap my lips around his shaft while he comes.Fuck yes.
He fills my mouth, and I swallow it down easily.
Tom is all hot, heavy breaths, and I’m rock hard beneath him.
Sitting up, I grab my shirt by the back collar and pull it off. I ball the fabric and clean him up better.
We both tense at the sound of creaking floorboards and the switch of a light down the hallway. One of his older brothers is probably using the bathroom. Tom quickly zips up his pants, and I throw the used shirt in my backpack.
“You?” He yawns into his elbow. He’s about to turn toward my zipper, but I keep him still. His eyes are too heavily lidded. I’ll most likely jerk off later. I’d rather let him sleep and not push our luck.
“I’ll be fine. I’m going to head out soon anyway.”
He’s too tired to combat me. “Dude, I think you rocked my world so hard…” His eyes flutter closed into a softer yawn. “I’m…exhausted…” He dozes off before I can reply.
Breaths leave his lips in warm whispers. His hair caresses the chiseled edges of his face. I’ve never stayed the night at his apartment, but he’s spent the night at mine in Chelsea while my roommates were gone.
I don’t know if I’m more envious of or attracted to how he always looks like an angel resting on a fluffy cloud. There is something so fucking gentle about his sleep state. So peaceful and still.
I’m the absolute opposite.
AnytimeImanage to fall asleep, I’m always fighting for my life with my sheets and blankets. They twist and choke around me. It’s a big reason I never sleep with a shirt. Being strangled by my own collar is not fun.
I don’t think I slept at all when he spent the night at my place. Definitely did not hit REM.
Tom probably couldn’t tell since it’s just my natural state.
As I watch him sleep now, I wonder if I can mimic him. His breath patterns. His relaxation. Maybe I can take a nap before I go home to toss and turn in my bed. I close my eyes, trying to shut off my brain.
Two seconds. It takes two seconds for me to remember I have a gig tomorrow night. I’m subbing in at The Manhattan Symphony Orchestra.Shit, did I ask for the tempo notes yet?I pop up my email on my phone and start scrolling. Yes, I have them.
I’m running out of concealer that I need to cover my hand and neck tattoos. Hopefully I can squeeze enough out of the bottle for tomorrow’s gig.
I get sidetracked by a text from my mom.
MOM
Did you hear Stewie might be retiring soon? A salaried position at NYBC Orchestra is good, stable money with benefits if you decide touring isn’t for you.
She’s worried.
The closer I get to having a successful career as a rock musician, the more I’m leaving behind the opportunity to ever play full-time at the orchestra. They know they can’t pull me out to galas and events like they do Birdie. I’m not going to put up with that. If I can pay my bills and get off their health insurance by playing rock music, then I’m done with the timpani.
