Silas (A Playboy's Lair Novel Book 1)

by S. R. Watson

  I’m taking that leap, and I’m not looking back. I wanted this, and now, I will have him—even if it is just for tonight. It’s my decision.

  She waits for me to get up first. I enjoy the show of her failing miserably to hide her pussy from me with those bikini bottoms. The strings dangle against her leg as the thin material does nothing for her efforts.

  “You really want to cover up now after I’ve been tongue deep within your sacred walls? I’ve already committed your sweetness to memory,” I point out. “Now to leave a lasting impression of my cock deeper than any man will ever go.”

  “Well, aren’t you modest?” she quips.

  “Just being forthcoming, love. I’m going to depths that will be unreachable for years to come.”

  I’m blessed with anatomy that men would shed a tear for. I don’t like to brag on my dick because the minute it’s freed, it is its own warning label. I only speak of it now because her first time with me is going to set the bar. Any man who’s lucky enought to be with her after me will most likely be a massive disappointment.

  “We shall see,” she challenges as if I could possibly be mistaken.

  “That’s it,” I growl. I rush her before she has a chance to react. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder while simultaneously snatching away those cock tease bottoms of hers.

  I enter my domain all caveman like and plop her sexy ass onto my bed.

  “Real smooth there, stud.” She fake pouts, but I don’t miss her brisk movements to cover her body with my sheets.

  Her bashfulness at this moment is a testament to her inexperience. She deserves nothing less than a memorable night. I’ve decided to change gears.

  “Turn over on your stomach,” I tell her. The moonlight filters through my floor-to-ceiling windows, but it’s enough to see her apprehension. I crawl onto the bed with her, helping her do as I have asked.

  “What are you going to do? I can’t see if I’m on my stomach,” she whines.

  I swear this is the most patient I’ve ever been with a woman. These questions simply don’t exist when it’s time to fuck. They can’t get their clothes off fast enough. She’s worth it, though.

  “You don’t need to see, only feel. Now, turn over so I can give you a back massage.” I give her ass a testing slap, and she flinches in surprise. She didn’t cry out in pain or protest, so that fuels my curiosity of how far I can take her. Would she enjoy it? She doesn’t say anything else, so I guide her hips until she is on her stomach.

  I lean over to my nightstand and grab my remote and rose body oil out of the drawer. With a single click, we are showered in light.

  “Oh, no, Silas. Please, no lights.” The distinctive tremble of her voice clues me in to her nervousness. She’s back lying on her side in a flash. Yes, she’s a virgin, but it’s not that. She’s not here with me at the moment. Something else is causing her insecurities. This won’t suffice.

  “I’m not going to fuck you in the dark, Brennan.”

  “I thought you said you don’t need to see, only feel?” she says, giving my words right back to me. I’m not budging on this.

  “Not the same, sweetheart. There’s one thing I won’t budge on, and that’s when you cross the threshold of my domain, I’m the boss, and I make the rules. There’s no way I’m going to pass on seeing your pussy up close and personal in the light or the sex faces you make when I bring you to orgasm after orgasm.”

  “But you’re already the boss outside your domain, and you make the rules out there too.”

  I sense a hint of sarcasm as she tries not to laugh. I can’t help it. I fall next to her and laugh my ass off. Nobody would dare stand up to me this way right before sex, and I kind of like it.

  “I think you are begging for me to spank your ass,” I accuse.

  Then suddenly shit gets serious. “Fine. Just look at all my stretch marks up close and personal with your boss light on,” she chides.

  She tries to say it jokingly; only, I see the truth not far from the surface. Her nervousness is because she is self-conscious about her body? What the actual fuck? Is she really making a big deal over the one stretch mark on her ass? I have no words to that insanity. Instead, I convey my disagreement in the best way possible. I lean down and run my tongue along the imperfection that is causing a strain on the mood. I kiss and caress it, giving it the attention it should have. It’s part of her, so it’s beautiful.

  “You mean this single mark? Not plural, buttercup.”

  “Whatever. It’s a bunch of littles ones buried deep within the one big one.”

  “Let’s name them then.” I can’t conceal my mischievous grin.

  “You want to name my stretch marks?” she asks in astonishment.

  “Yup. That way you will understand it’s a part of you, and therefore, it’s beautiful. You can be on a first-name basis with them and accept them in your life.”

  “I can’t believe we’re having an entire conversation over my stretch marks. This is so sexy—such a mood killer.”

  “Exactly. Now embrace that it, as in singular, exists, and let’s get back to where we were.” My point has been made. I hope she sees how silly she was being.

  “What should we call it?” she asks, ready to do as I’ve asked.

  “Mine.”

  The minute that “off-limits” word leave my mouth, we both fall speechless. Why in the hell did I just say that? I don’t do “mine.”

  “Stay right there.”

  I get up to grab the champagne and strawberries from outside to recreate the mood. But I also needed the breather because I can’t have that kind of slipup again. No pussy is that good. When I return, she is sitting cross-legged on my bed with my sheet draped across her. I see her pink bikini lying in a heap on the floor. I place the champagne and strawberries on the nightstand. She surprises me by turning over and lying flat on her stomach without me having to ask her again. I move aside the remaining sheet that has already begun to fall away. “Bullet Train” continues to play on a loop in the background, but neither of us minds it. I climb on to the bed and straddle her thighs before drizzling the rose-infused oil from her shoulders to her tailbone. The oil is a staple in my aftercare from playtime. Tonight, though, it serves as a sensual introduction for a memorable night to come.

  I knead her back with moderate yet purposeful movement. Her feminine flesh beneath my hands stirs up an ache deep in my balls. I want to be massaging something else. Slow and steady is on the agenda, so I’m perfecting this newfound patience I have acquired.

  “Hmmm, that feels good,” she says approvingly. “Never had a massage before.”

  I’m beginning to question if she’s experienced any of life’s little treasures. Better for me, actually, since I get to be the one she experiences it all with. She simply is exquisite. My hands slowly caress her sides until I come to the cute fucking dimples just above her perfectly heart-shaped ass. Other than that one stretch mark she is obsessed with, her pale skin is smooth, kissably soft, and flawless. Her heart-shaped face is naturally breathtaking without the enhancement of makeup. She reminds me of the old Jennifer Love Hewitt that guys would secretly jack their dicks to during puberty. Jennifer was a little before my time, but her old shows never grew old. In comparison, Brennan edges up the hotness factor by leaps and bounds.

  It’s nice to just massage and admire her body, but my dick wants to come out to play. It didn’t get the patience via slow and steady memo. Besides, she is really relaxing. It would be a shame if I massaged her to sleep because then I would have to think of creative ways to wake her up. That could be promising too, but alas, I will move things along. I slide my hand down her back once more before letting it continue down the crack of her ass. Oh, the fun I plan on having with this ass. Maybe not tonight, but soon.

  As I begin to rub her pussy, her legs spread in invitation. Her tight little cunt is hot and dripping with her essence. I use her juices to coat my fingers and make slow, deliberate circles. Alternating petting and
massaging, I part her folds and introduce a finger. Just the tip. Her greedy pussy clenches around my finger as a moan escapes her.

  “Does that feel good, doll?” She nods, but I want to hear her say it. I want the words to spill intelligibly from those lips.

  “I can’t hear you, Brennan. Answer me, or I will stop.”

  “Yee … eee … sss!” Exactly what I thought. She is so close. Can’t have her coming just yet, though. I want to be balls deep for her first penetrative orgasm. My fingers just won’t do. I slide my finger out of her heat, and without warning, I bring it to her mouth. I nudge her lips apart for her to suck.

  “See how good you fucking taste? Your pussy is so wet right now. I can tell how badly you want to fuck me,” I state. “You’ve been holding back, letting me think I was the only one who wanted this.”

  “I doooooo,” she murmurs around my finger. She sucks with just the right amount of suction and pull. I imagine her lips wrapped around my dick instead. Straining against my semi still wet trunks now, it’s begging to be let out of its containment. This has been an ongoing thing around her.

  I love her like this. Guard down and at my mercy. “Do what?” I ask, forcing her to elaborate.

  “See how good I taste. But I bet you taste even better.” My finger pauses in her mouth. She just hinted that she wanted to suck my dick. All blood drains to my shaft, not a coherent thought left. I need to be in her mouth now.

  “So you’re telling me that you want my cock in that fuckable mouth of yours?” I clarify.

  “Turnabout is fair play,” she reminds me, and it must be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve heard to date. Even though she’s said it before, it wasn’t in relation to sucking my dick. I pull my finger from her mouth and inch off the bed to remove my trunks.

  “Let me,” she insists, now sitting up on the bed once more.

  Her skin glistens from the oil, and I’m mesmerized by the entire sight of her. She no longer wrestles with the cover to hide, so I’m guessing the champagne has relaxed some of her inhibitions. She scoots to the edge of the bed and grabs the side of my trunks. She slowly eases them down like she is revealing her prize. My dick finally springs free and bobbles as it jumps with excitement. While I kick my trunks the rest of the way off, she just stares, cataloging every detail of my length and thickness. I let her get a good look. I wish I knew the lewd thoughts that were running wild in her mind right now. She licks her pale pink lips in appreciation, and her eyes darken with brazen need. I warned her that my package was extensive and the depths that I plan to conquer.

  Undiscouraged, she grabs my length. She takes a few introductory licks, getting acquainted with my size. Licking from base to tip, she explores the veins that provide a roadmap to my sensitive spots. When she finally opens wide enough to take me into her mouth, I swear I would shoot a load down her throat right then. My cock twitches against her tongue. She hollows her cheeks to take more of me, her suction perfect. I have to set the pace, or her hot little mouth is going to make me come before I’m ready.

  I ease out of her mouth before slowly giving her a little more of my length. I’m careful not to take her too fast as we establish a comfortable rhythm.

  “Your mouth is incredible. Absolutely, indisputably incredible.”

  This spurs her on. She tries to take more of me as she jacks my dick with the rest she can’t fit into her mouth. I have other plans, though. I allow myself a few more enjoyable sucks before I pull completely out. Without instruction, I push her back on the bed and drop to my knees. My tongue plunges into her engorged, still dripping pussy with expert precision. I suck, nibble, and playfully bite her clit. I lean her back even further to give it a slight slap, and she buckles. This is the second time I’ve seen that telling response when applying a little pain. I need to explore that later. I return my assault to her honey spot, driving her to the orgasm I know is so close. Her legs tighten around my head, and she gets a fist of my hair.

  “That’s right, baby. Hold on for the ride,” I encourage between licks.

  I plunge my tongue deep into her opening as my other hand finds that bundle of nerves. I’m not going to even dwell on the fact that I just called her the one pet name I despise the most—baby. The grip she has on my hair and neck makes me desperate to see her come again—only this time in the light.

  “Silas,” she cries as she gives me what I’ve been waiting for. I watch her face as I continue to suck on her pussy through her aftershocks. And damn, does she come beautifully. The sex face she makes is worth the delayed gratification I’m imposing on myself.

  Silas pulls me to straddle his lap after giving me yet another mind-blowing orgasm with his sinful tongue. He leans back against the padded leather headboard while grabbing a single plump strawberry from the chilled bowl at his bedside.

  “Open,” he instructs with a gravelly tone that permeates through me, causing me to shudder.

  His dominance should offend me as his directness doesn’t leave room for hesitation or thought. The manner in which he transitions from playfulness to hot Dom guy excites me a bit more than it should. I do as I’m told as I focus my attention on his lips that were just acquainted with the most intimate parts of me. The softness of them is a stark contrast to his brown mustache that has hints of blond.

  Being this close and personal—detailing his angular, chiseled face, dimples, and blue eyes—awakens the butterflies in my belly. My heart slams against my chest at just how damn pretty he is. And oddly enough, he wants me. His dick is mere inches from my throbbing pussy, yet he feeds me strawberries like he didn’t just deliver an earth-shattering orgasm a few minutes ago. He leans over again, this time to pour me a glass of more champagne. He doesn’t have to instruct me anymore to let him feed me. It’s becoming our thing, and I have to say I like it. I’m not even fretting over being naked with him, but that’s in part to the alcohol, I’m sure. I just want more kisses from him, so I boldly take them.

  I drink the last of the champagne in my flute before leaning over him to put it back on the nightstand. My breast grazes his mouth as I do so, and he sticks his tongue out for a quick lick. I pull back just slightly so I can grab both sides of his head. I hold him still as I find his mouth with mine. He isn’t expecting that. A slow grin spreads before he gives in to my pursuit. I kiss him with the intensity building within me, this desperate need to consume him. I inch closer until I’m hovering over his cock. I rub myself against it, feeling the ache grow into an inferno of need … feeling him lengthen and harden between us. I gyrate my hips, wanting to feel his thickness penetrate me. I’m ready. I’ve never been more sure of something in my life.

  “Slow down there, cowgirl. Your next orgasm will be on my dick but inside your walls. I want that excited little pussy riding me just like that.”

  He slaps my ass, and the sting leaves even more wetness in its wake.

  “I’m ready, Silas,” I plead. He’s got me all worked up. I’m ready for him to give me what he’s been promising me all night. I’m ready for him to fuck me.

  “Are you now?” That damn eyebrow of his arches up in the way he does that is too sexy to be fair. “I think the wetness gave that away, sweetness.”

  “Why are you teasing me? I thought you—”

  I don’t get to finish that question. He flips us over, and now he’s hovering on top of me. He wraps my legs firmly around his hips as he pauses to slide a condom over his substantial cock. Holy shit, this is really happening. Will he fit? His eyes are trained on mine as he makes a show of sheathing himself. He strokes it a few times, and I find it pleasantly erotic. He lines his dick up at my entrance and slides it through my wetness, building me up more.

  “Relax, sweetheart. Just feel.”

  I feel the pinch and then the burn. He stills briefly before introducing more of his cock. He stretches me open, and I welcome the bite of pain. Every inch he pushes in burns in an oddly delicious way. He continues his unhurried thrusts until I’m full of him. I throb around him
. Pain and pleasure mix in a euphoric bliss. Just as the pain begins to dissipate, he begins to move.

  “Shit!” I cry out, but he doesn’t stop.

  Those captivating blues pin me to the bed as he begins a leisurely stroke. The pain intensifies until all that remains is the stars dancing behind my eyes. Stars I have come to welcome. My hips begin to move on their own accord, desperate for every inch he’s keeping away from me. I want them all. Sensing my need, he drives deeper.

  “This pussy was made for me. I can tell by how tight it clenches for me. Feels so fucking incredible.”

  His eyes never leave mine as he picks up the pace. The sound of his balls slapping against my wetness echoes through his suite. He pulls me tighter as his hips begin to piston harder—deeper.

  “Ahhhh,” I scream out.

  “Am I hurting you, love? Is it too much?” He slows, but my legs wrap around him tighter.

  “Yes! Please don’t stop.”

  “Hmmm, my little innocent Bren welcomes the pain. Noted.” He resumes his punishing strokes, and I hold on for the ride. Each thrust gets me intoxicatingly closer to my release. A few more deep strokes and I’m exploding around his cock in waves. This is my strongest orgasm yet. My legs tremble as he thrusts his way to his own release. His mouth dips down, and he latches onto my shoulder as he fucks me savagely. I feel the moment his dick throbs within me, my own aftershocks intertwining with his. When the sensation finally dissipates, we both lay there, unable to move—his dick still inside me.

  Neither of us speaks a word. Several moments pass before he slides out of me, and the soreness is instant.

  “Ah,” I cry out again. Seems like my vocabulary has been fuckably reduced. I have no other words. Silas has fucked them out of me.

  “Come on,” he says as he gets out of bed and reaches for my hand.

  I take it and let him assist me out the bed. I foolishly look back. Fresh red blood stains his expensive white sheets. My mouth drops, but no sound escapes. I look between my legs as if the blood could have come from anywhere else. Dried blood coats the inside of my thighs. Silas reaches for me again, but I’m mortified. I’ve heard of the whole popping the cherry thing, but I didn’t expect to saturate his sheets like some sort of pussy sacrifice.