Silver & Black

by Tyler May

  Panting from the pleasure, I simply answer, “Yes.”

  “Hmm―I’m not very convinced,” he vibrates next to my ear. He reaches around me and takes ahold of my cock. With his fingers pleasing my ass and his other hand pleasing my cock, I almost come unglued. I’m rocking, moaning―basically, begging for him to fuck me. “That’s it,” he whispers, “I think you might be ready now.”

  “Yes, please, Silver.”

  “I love to hear a man beg,” he says, removing his hand and his fingers. He kisses the side of my face as he slips on the pink condom. “Actually, I just like YOU begging.” He kisses the back of my neck, pressing his hardness against my opening. The anticipation builds in me. He places one hand on my shoulder and the other over my hand on the handrails. Slowly he inches in until he’s in me completely, stretching me with the most satisfying feeling. He pumps hard and quick.

  “Ah,” I say while gripping the hand rails and pressing my ass out to him. He groans with pleasure as his penetration quickens. He’s pumping, slamming into me. The only sounds are my moans, his panting, and slapping flesh. The sound is erotic, hot.

  “You feel so good, Greyson. We fit perfectly together. Your ass just loves to swallow me whole.” He pumps in and out of me.

  “Yes, don’t stop,” I whimper. He reaches around to my chin and yanks it so my head turns to the side to face him, and his mouth devours mine. Kissing me, he goes deep and hard. My cock is throbbing. I moan into his mouth.

  “You’re amazing,” he compliments. His hand slips from my chin to my cock. “You drive the madness out of me.” I don’t know what he meant by that, but it sounded damn hot at that very moment. He wraps his large hand around my cock and begins to stroke. “Oh, yes,” he grunts, fucking me quick and hard.

  “Oh…I’m,” my words fail. This man does this to me. Every fiber in me is consumed with him. My balls inch up and I know my release is moments away, and from his panting, he’s not far behind. “You’re amazing,” I speak the words he said to me. He was in every way. He presses against me, holding himself in me while he strokes my cock. Quickening his motion, he slams into me. I’m done. “I’m cumming,” I scream. I explode into his hand, convulsing through my powerful orgasm.

  “Yes… Fuck… Greyson,” he grunts as he climaxes, pushing deep in me. He shutters, holding himself in me as we both pant loudly. He kisses the back of my head. “Wow.”

  “Yeah, wow for sure,” I say as he pulls out of me. I turn to face him. I smile. “You’re eyes are full of wonderment after you orgasm.”

  “What?” He laughs amused.

  “I’m serious. I know it’s weird, but I’ve noticed it the last few times. I could get lost in them.” I lean in kissing him.

  “Excuse me. Are you stuck? Do I need to call a service man?” A voice from a speaker in the elevator interrupts our kiss. Silver smiles against my lips as he answers who I can only assume is the man in the lobby.

  “No, Joe, I stopped the elevator on purpose. I’m restarting it right now.” He isn’t even shy or embarrassed in the least knowing that Joe the doorman knows now that we just did it in the elevator. Silver takes off the condom, wipes his hands on his jeans, and pulls them up. He puts the condom into his pocket to discard when he gets back to his place. I dress, grinning like a school boy. Silver pushes start on the elevator. “I love spontaneous sex.”

  “I’ve never had spontaneous sex like that,” I say. He blinks, completely in shock.

  “No? Well, get used it. I’m an anywhere, anytime kind of man.”

  “It sounds like I’m a lucky man then,” I say, just as the doors open.

  ~Chapter Twenty One~

  We walk into Silver’s place―high from the alcohol and our sexual spontaneity. Silver excuses himself to go change out of his clothes, and wash up. I do the same―well, not the clothes. Silver comes back into the living room wearing a pair of dark grey lounge pants and he’s shirtless. He looks damn hot, like always. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Let’s go raid my kitchen.”

  “Perfect. I’m starving as well.”

  In the kitchen, Silver raids his refrigerator. I swear he pulls out half the contents. “We’ve got leftovers, fruit, cake, and a ton more. What sounds good?”

  I laugh, “All of it.”

  “That’s what I’m thinking.” He grabs two plates out of the cupboard and two forks from the drawer. He stops and looks around. “Well, there are no chairs in here.” He grins as he gets an idea. Laying the plates and forks down, he walks over to me and surprisingly he lifts me up on to the counter of the island. “We’ll eat here.”

  “Sounds good. Silver, I had such a great time tonight,” I say, diving into the plate of food.

  “Me too. It’s been forever since I had this much fun.” He stops and looks sincerely at me. “Thank you.”

  “Please! I should be thanking you. I can check elevator sex off of my bucket list now.”

  He laughs, “We’ll be checking a lot of those things off.” He jumps up on the counter to sit next to me.

  “So, I have to ask―you like a man to beg. How many men have begged for you?”

  He swallows his mouthful of food. “Are you asking how many men I’ve slept with?”

  “You just seem really into sex. I never guessed that.”

  “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult,” he mutters a small laugh.

  “No, not like that. I mean I didn’t take you as the impulsive sex guy. I mean… I, uh… Shit this isn’t coming out the way I want it to. You seem like you’re all business.”

  He laughs, and stops my ramble. “I’m teasing. I know what you mean. It’s true, I am all business, but that doesn’t mean I’m a prude.”

  “I never thought that you were a prude.”

  “I like sex. I like men. I like you.” He sighs, “To be honest, and to answer your question, I’ve been with a lot of men. You’d be surprised at what men would do to get a deal.”

  “But you let them,” I say, honestly.

  “Yeah, it was convenient, and convenient was good. Convenient was safe―I was always safe. Most of the men I’ve been with were one time things: a quickie in the office, a romp in the limo, or any place basically other than my home or theirs. You’ve been the first man I’ve brought back here in some time. And that’s making me sound like some kind of manwhore.”

  “No, it’s not, but I do have to ask ‘why’? I’m not trying to say that it doesn’t make me feel special, but you could have any man, Silver.”

  “No man ever caught my attention like you did. Don’t get me wrong, we talked about my other boyfriends―there have been several, but not in recent years. I’ve not found anyone that I thought was worth my time, let alone the passion I have to offer―that is until you.” I can’t say anything after that comment. I am so overwhelmed. I just grin shyly at the plate of food. He seems like he is saying that he is the lucky one, but right now, I feel like I am. He eats the last of his food and shoves his shoulder into my shoulder playfully. “You ok?”

  “I’m better than ok.” I lean over to assure him with a kiss.

  “Good. Now your turn. How many men?”

  “Oh,” I draw out. “Guess it’s only fair.”

  “Fair is fair.”

  “You want a number?”

  “Well, I didn’t give you a number―just a ballpark figure. No judgment. Lord, knows I have no room to judge.”

  “I’m not worried about that,” I shyly state.

  “Then what is it?”

  “I, uh… I’ve only been with a few guys―four if I include you.” He stares at me, his mouth unknowingly hangs open. “See, this is why. You’re so experienced and I’m so…”

  He interrupts, “No, no. I guess I’m wondering the same thing as you asked―why? You’re incredible, sexy, and I would have thought….”

  “I guess we both shocked each other tonight,” I interrupt. “It’s not like I haven’
t had the chance, and I’ve messed around with more, but sex―just four. I’m twenty-two, almost twenty-three, and I’ve spent most of my adult life focusing on me and just survival. Derrek messed me up. It took me a long time to trust anyone after that.”

  “I’m so sorry. I forgot about that. I am such an insensitive asshole.”

  “No, Silver. I don’t expect you to remember that. The truth is, I wear my heart on my sleeve. I fall too easily. After Derrek, I met a couple other guys I felt comfortable with, but they broke my heart―and then we have Jeff. You know how that turned out. I have a lot to work on.”

  “I think that you are so strong. You’ve been through so much.”

  “Really? It’s nothing compared to what you have with your eyes.”

  “I guess we could talk all night about how we’ve both struggled, but that’s in the past.” He hops down and stands between my legs. “Nothing but great things to come.” He lifts my chin, holds it as he kisses me slowly. “I like that you’ve only been with that many men. It means that I will be able to be your first for a lot of these fresh experiences. I like that idea, a lot.”

  “Me too,” I say as he takes the empty plates, putting them into the sink. He grabs a bag of chips and two bottles of water and hops back up on the counter. Looking around at the mess we’ve made in the kitchen, I say, “Your staff is going to hate us.”

  “My staff is very well compensated. They know this isn’t a normal thing for me, so when it happens, they are very understanding. They’re awesome.”

  For two hours, we sit in the kitchen―talking and laughing, just getting to know each other. I’ve never done that with anyone except Levi. It was a welcome change from the type of relationships I’ve had in the past. He starts to yawn as we talk. I’ve forgotten that he has to be up early to go to LA. “What time do you have to be up?” He looks at the clock on the stove.

  “In a few hours.”

  “Silver, you need to go to bed. You’re going to be exhausted.”

  “Are you staying? It’s late, and I really would love you to stay,” he says, jumping off the counter. He helps me down.

  “I was planning on it. Maybe this was a bad idea. I feel bad keeping you up this late now.”

  “For one: you didn’t―I did. For two: I wouldn’t change a thing. Even these past couple of hours here, it was a great night. I love getting to know you.” He takes my hand.

  “Same here.”

  “Then let’s go to bed.” He flips off the lights, and we walk hand in hand up the stairs to his room.

  Silver climbs into bed, watching me undress to climb in next to him. I curl next to him, laying my head on his chest. I could get used to this. He yawns, holding me tight. “Oh, I almost forgot. You are still going with me on Saturday, right?”

  “What’s Saturday?” I ask with a yawn.

  “My sister’s engagement party at my parent’s place.”

  “That’s right. I would love to.” I scoot up to face him. “If you still want me to.”

  “Of, course.” He cups my face. “It’s formal.”

  “Like black-tie formal?” I don’t own a tuxedo.

  “Not black-tie―just formal, maybe a suit and tie.” I nod not saying anything in response. “Greyson, do you not have a suit?” he asks, sincerely.

  “It’s fine.”

  “Fine? Is that a yes or a no?”

  “I don’t, but I’ll get one. I bet Levi has something I could borrow. The suit and tie thing isn’t really in fashion. I’m more of the casual comfortable type of man. Don’t worry, though, I bet Levi has something. The man is addicted to fashion and clothing.”

  “Levi is about four inches shorter than you, and he has a much smaller build. There is no way you could fit in one of Levi’s suits. Not to mention, his taste is―how can I say this―brighter than yours.”

  I laugh. It’s true. Levi is way bolder than I am, including his clothing. “I’ve got it, Silver. You don’t need to worry about anything. I will look presentable for your family.”

  “You know I’m not worried about that. You could come as you are, and they would love you. I was just asking, is all.” He wraps his arms comfortably around me, pulling me tight. “It’s been a long time since I’ve taken a man to my parents. I hope it’s not too weird.”

  “It’s not going to be for me, if that’s what you’re worried about. Now you, I have some doubts. Should I be nervous?” I flip in his arms and turn to face him.

  “Not at all.” His blue eyes pierce through me. His eyes are glassy with exhaustion because he wants to spend more time with me. He runs his fingers lightly over my bottom lip. There was nothing but silence as we just studied each other. Motionless, our slow steady breaths are all that I can hear. His lips slowly curl on one side. “God, you are so beautiful, Greyson.”

  “I was just thinking the same thing about you. I swear there’s a story in your eyes.”

  “Oh, yeah? Can you read them?” He scoots closer to me―our noses brushing together.

  “Not yet, but I will,” I whisper next to his lips and then softly kiss his waiting mouth. “And I look forward to every minute of it.” My words entice him. He grabs the back of my head and deepens our kiss. Passionately and slowly, our hands graze tenderly over the others body. Our legs intertwine, and the slow pace picks up. He licks up my neck to my ear. “Silver,” I moan. As he’s tasting my neck, I glance to the clock. Shit! “Silver.”

  “Mhhmm?” he answers through a moan.

  “Stop.”

  He stops, looking at me confused. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

  “It’s late and you have to get up in just a few hours.”

  “Don’t worry about me. Right now, I need you.”

  “I am worried about you, and I’m not going anywhere, but I am putting a stop to this.” I rest my head on his chest. “If we start, you’ll be even more exhausted. What if you can’t function?”

  “Oh, I can function just fine.” He laughs.

  “Not that―go to sleep, Silver.”

  “Are you ordering me around? That’s new.”

  “I think I am. Do you have a problem with that?”

  “No. No problem at all,” he says wrapping his arm around me and settling comfortably into the bed. “But you must know I have a problem with listening to what I’m told, and I’m usually the one barking orders.”

  “Mr. Silver, you’re not going to win this one. Go to sleep,” I demand playfully.

  “Good night, Mr. Black,” he says kissing the top of my head that is comfortably on his chest.

  ~Chapter Twenty-Two~

  Morning comes early as Silver’s alarm vibrates a repetitive beep. Silver rolls and taps his hand on the phone, muting it. He grunts and then wraps his arm around me. Burying his face in my neck, he inhales sharply then yawns. We’ve only gotten a few hours of sleep, and he has to be on a plane soon. “I feel so bad that you’re going to be exhausted.”

  “It was so worth it. I feel like we really got to know each other better last night or this morning―however you want to think of it.” He yawns and stretches. “I suppose I should get up. I don’t think the plane will wait for me.”

  “Do you fly commercial?”

  “Yes,” he answers almost amused with why I would think this. “Just because I have money doesn’t mean I own a jet.”

  “Good.”

  “Good?” He rolls over on me. “You’re adorable.” He kisses me. “But I really do have to go.” He gets up in all his nakedness. I just roll over on my side, rest my head on my hand, and enjoy his sexy view. He walks over to his closet and opens it. The clothing is all hung perfectly. Hell, they’re even all arranged in groups of colors―a big difference from my closet, where I hang T-shirts and hoodies. In his closet is a chest of drawers holding his underwear and casual clothing. He pulls on a pair of black boxer briefs, a pair of casual running pants, a T-shirt, and a hoodie. He closes his closet doors.

  “You’re wearing that to a busin
ess meeting? I mean not that you don’t look great.” I actually have never seen the casual-comfy Silver. It’s sexy on him.

  “No, I have a change of clothes at the office in LA. Actually, I have several,” he answers as he walks to the bathroom attached to his room to freshen up. I sit up on the side of the bed and reach for my clothing that was discarded on the floor. He comes back in the room and looks at me sort of confused. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting dressed,” I say, slipping on my jeans.

  “Greyson, it’s early and we’ve only had a few hours of sleep. You don’t have to leave. Stay. Sleep. Keep my bed warm.” He sits down next to me. “Take off your jeans and go back to bed.”

  “I feel weird staying when you’re not here.”

  “Why?” He lays his hand on my chest and pushes me back on the bed. He climbs over me. Resting on his knees, he straddles me. “You won’t need these,” he says lifting up and pulling my jeans off. “See, much better to imagine you naked in my bed. Now, go back to sleep. I trust you, Greyson.”

  I lean up just enough to grab the back of his neck and pull him down on me. His nose brushes mine as he places a small teasing kiss on my lips. “I could snoop through all your drawers and find out the real Brian Silver.”

  He grins. “If you snoop, you may want to avoid the drawers in the chest in the closet.” He licks my upper lip before sucking it in his mouth. His kiss is warm and deep.

  He stops just as we were really getting hot. “Don’t stop,” I say reaching for the hem on his shirt. “And I want to know what the hell is in those drawers now.”

  “Then look.” He kisses me quickly with mischievous grin on his face and then pushes up back on his knees. “If I stay here any longer, I will miss my flight, but it’s so tempting to stay.” He rubs up my bare chest. “Ok, I have to go. God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He climbs off of me and then tucks the covers all around me. “Now you’re all tucked in and stuck here.”

  “Gee thanks,” I joke. I watch him finish getting his stuff together. He talks about me being beautiful. I have nothing on him―just gorgeous.