Page 52 of Drilled

He bit down on the shell of my ear and I sighed, leaning back against the door.

“I want to worship your body.” His hands slipped inside my pants, one gripping my ass and the other slowly teasing down my front over my panties. I sucked in a sharp breath and Silas moved his lips lower, his teeth and tongue mapping out erogenous zones down the side of my neck and jawline.

“I want to make up for every time I couldn’t find the courage to make a move.” The hand on my ass gripped harder as his fingers began teasing my pussy. He hadn’t even gotten past my underwear but I was already dripping. I couldn’t help but helplessly roll my hips into his touch, my hand pulling on his hair as he continued to drive me crazy.

From the other side of the door, I could hear new voices, customers that had started coming in and the rush of panic heightened my arousal. Silas moaned, biting his lip as he dropped his forehead to my shoulder.

“I felt that. Stuff like this turns you on, doesn’t it?” he asked, his voice husky as his fingers increased their indirect pressure on my clit. It took every ounce of my self control not to let out the ragged sound I made in the back of my throat. I could feel Sy’s smile on my skin. “That’s so sexy, Lane.”

In the haze of excitement and pleasure, I couldn’t believe that this was the same sweet man who I’d gotten to know over the last month and a bit. He didn’t sound like himself, the only familiar thing was the softness evident in his touch. But I enjoyed seeing this side of him and I reached down to feel for the evidence that he was enjoying this too.

He grunted when my hand made contact and sunk his teeth into the exposed skin of my neck, a gentle bite that made me even wetter.

“Careful,” he panted. “Oh, I wish I could take my time with you right now. I wish I could take off your clothes and see every inch of you.”

I knew what he was getting at. As fun as this was, being fully naked was not the move with more people filing into the store. We’d have to work with what we had and if I was honest, there was a part of me that was disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see him fully naked either. But all disappointment and reservation immediately evaporated when Silas slipped my panties to the side and dragged a thick, calloused finger between my folds and over my bare clit. I jumped in his arms, unable to stifle the yelp of surprise that escaped my mouth.

Sy leaned down gently nipped at my bottom lip.

“Quiet, remember?” he asked. “Please, baby, be quiet for me. Be quiet and I promise to make you feel so, so good.”

I was a puddle right now. His fingers continued to explore me, tracing the outline of my pussy and occasionally dipping a finger inside but never fully, never enough to satisfy the ache I felt the more his lips marked my skin. I needed to feel just a bit more of him, and I tugged at his jacket, which he shrugged off before immediately returning to the task at hand.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my breathing now ragged. His other hand continued to knead my ass, and he was playing with my body like it was an instrument.

“Is this okay?” he mumbled, breaking away enough just to look at me.

Was this okay? I was about to lose my damn mind.

“What do you think?” The laugh I wanted to let out turned into a long, drawn out moan as he began circling too idle fingers over my clit. Another one dipped inside of me, little shallow strokes that had me seeing all the colors burst in my vision.

“I think I need to hear you say it,” he said. Begged, actually. He kissed my temple. “Please. I want to hear how I make you feel because to me, you feel perfect.”

My chest felt so full, I worried it would burst. Sy was still Sy. I placed a hand on either side of his face, my thumbs caressing his cheekbones. I tried to shove away the pleasure I was feeling, to focus on what I knew I needed to tell him. With the limited available light, I could just about see those beautiful blue eyes. Open, vulnerable, eager. I kissed him gently, not out of lust this time but pure affection.

“You make me feel amazing,” I whispered. “You make me want to lose control and I feel like I can because I trust you, Sy. I want you to make me come.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His mouth trembled, and I wasn’t sure if it was arousal or fear or him fighting the response he really wanted to give me. But then his hands grew more insistent. His fingers began relentlessly toying with me, repeating the same patterns that snagged my breath and within less than a minute I was gasping against him, my entire body seized up by an orgasm that had me curling my toes in my boots.

My fingers curled into his clothes, trying to anchor myself against the blank slate of pleasure that had just wiped my brain clean of reason. He gave my ass an affectionate squeeze, something that seemed so coy considering what he’d just done and then he chuckled and now I was ready to give every bit of this right back to him.

I sunk to my knees, tugging on his pants until I had access to his clothed dick—which by now was hard as a rock. Silas wasn’t laughing anymore.

“You dont…you don’t have to…” he began but when I leaned forward and pressed my open mouth against him, his words died on a groan and he threw his head back. I mouthed his cock through his underwear, tasting a hint of precum through the material and it only made me greedier for more. I moaned against him and his chest hitched.

“Look at me, Sy,” I demanded, putting my hands on either side of his narrow hips. He obeyed, a look of fear on his face. I held eye contact and licked a long line across his shaft and he practically whined, a trembling finger reaching out to brush stray strands of hair from my face and tuck them behind my ear. Even now he was gentle, squirming under my hands like he wanted to thrust but wasn’t sure.

I guided him, moving his hips back and forth as my mouth continued to tease him over the fabric. He was panting now, shyly moving with me, his face as red as I’ve ever seen it. He placed both of his palms against the door, his body forming a cage over mine. So thoughtful, even when he was in the throes of pleasure.

I gave his cock one final lick, then rubbed my hand over him. He jerked against me as I slid his underwear down, freeing his erection. He was such a pretty mess for me, and I kissed his lower stomach, deliberately avoiding the place I knew he needed me the most. I slid my way up his body, then stepped back and lowered my own panties. I stepped out of them, kicking the bundle of clothes off to the side. Silas stared at me like I was something divine.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

I crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer. He moved towards me like a man possessed, crashing his mouth to mine. That was the final boundary he needed permission to cross. He positioned himself between my thighs, his hands warm and heavy on my skin as he raised one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist. He slipped inside of me and I shuddered, a sharp bite of pain causing me to flinch as I adjusted to his length.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding concerned and freezing immediately. “We can stop right here.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. “Don’t you dare stop, Sy. It’s just…you’re…” I groaned, closing my eyes. I felt him throb inside of me, which was probably his only admission to pride in his size.