“Let’s go.”
Thirteen
I lead Silas into the bedroom and tell him to close the door behind us. The dogs are still outside and I don't want any interruptions if they come looking for us. I set up my laptop on top of the dresser. The angle isn't wide enough to get the whole bedroom, but it's enough to capture the bed. The air conditioning is a must and I don't know what it'll do to the sound quality, but the light coming through the white curtains is pretty perfect. I hit record.
“Go stand right there,” I tell Silas, pointing to the foot of the bed. He goes right to the spot I indicated and waits for his next set of instructions. I organize the pillows against the headboard, then watch Silas as he watches me reach under my dress and pull off my underwear. I'm so wet the satin fabric is soaked through. I think about teasing Silas with them, but I'm too turned on to wait any longer. I’ll tease him after I come.
I climb on the bed and rest my back against the pillows, then I spread my legs and pull up my skirt so he can see how wet my pussy is.
“Take off your shorts,” I tell him. He shoves them down to his ankles then reaches down and pulls them away from his feet. “Good. How long do you think you can last if I ask you to beat off for me for a little while? Be honest.”
“I can wait to come until you tell me.”
I stare at him for a long moment. His cock already looks painfully hard. I can see precum leaking out of tip from halfway across the room.
“If you come before I tell you, that doesn't mean we’re gonna stop. We don't stop until I'm ready. Understood?” I say with a smile.
He rolls his eyes a bit, but nods. “Yes, Miss Ebie.”
“Oh I like the sound of that. Let’s stick with that. Lift your shirt, tuck it under your chin.” He does as I ask and part of me wishes I could convince him to let me takes pictures of all this. Pictures for me to keep. His body looks so fucking good, all hairy and tanned. I had plans to fuck myself with my fingers while I watched him beat off for a while but I change my mind. I crawl forward, then pat a spot on the sheet that’ll bring him more into frame.
“Come kneel here,” I say quietly. He makes his way on the bed, keeping his shirt pulled up to his neck. I sit back on my heels. “Okay, now touch yourself for me, but keep that shirt up.”
“Can’t I just take it off?”
“No. Leave it on. You’re painting a beautiful picture for me.”
His eyebrow goes up and I know he thinks I’m being extra again, but whatever. He looks so damn sexy. He reaches down and wraps his hand around his cock. Of course his long fingers can manage the whole girth of it. He starts to stroke himself slowly. It’s exactly what I want. My pussy is aching for him, but this show will make the wait for him to fill me up completely worth it. I rise up on my knees and move a little closer. I leave enough room for him to move, but I get close enough to kiss him. His muscles twitch as I run my nails down his chest. He lets out a little groan as I lightly scratch my way down his abs.
I reach between my legs and stick two of my fingers deep in my pussy. I’m so hot and swollen. I feel so good. I get my hand nice and wet, then bring my fingers up to my lips. He’s fascinated. That’s the only way to describe the look on his face, pure fascination, when I stick my glistening wet fingers in my mouth and lick them clean. I hear a faint groan slip from his own lips.
“You liked the way I taste, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh. Yeah isn’t right, is it? We just decided how you should address me.”
“Yes, Miss Ebie. I do.”
“Much better. Do you want another taste?” I ask and then I realize he’s so focused on me and my fingers and my mouth, he’s all but stopped stroking himself. I reach down and start moving his hand back and forth again. He glances down, quickly picking up on his mistake. “Sorry. Ah, yes Miss Ebie.”
“Good. Keep stroking that dick for me.” I reach between my legs and soak my fingers again. This time I bring them back up to my lips and smear my juices around. I lick my lips slowly and watch as his eyes almost roll back in his head. “Sorry,” I say. “I just taste so good. Let’s try that again.”
I shove my fingers in my pussy for a third time, but now I take my time fucking myself nice and deep. I almost come when I press the heel of my hand hard against my clit, but I manage to hold off. My restraint doesn’t cover my moans though. I reach up and grip Silas’s shoulder, then press my head against his chest. I look down and his hand is still moving back and forth at a steady pace. He’s getting precum all over the front of my dress. It takes everything I have not to drool.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” I moan as I lift my head. I look him straight in the eye. “You should feel how tight my pussy is right now. It’s hungry for a thick cock like yours.”
He doesn’t respond, he just stares back at me, eyes wide. I think I broke him. I decided to have mercy on him and bring my wet fingers to his mouth. “Open up for me, baby. That’s it.” I slide my fingers gently along his tongue. I don’t want him to choke. Not his first time. “Now suck them clean.” He closes his mouth around my fingers and does just that. I slowly pull my fingers out then scoot a little closer so his cock and his hand are smooshed between our bodies.
“Your hand should still be moving. I didn’t tell you to stop. You gonna come?”
He shakes his head. “No. Not until you tell me to.”
I reach behind myself and gather more juices from my slit. “Good. I wish I had time to properly train you.”
“What does training me involve?” he says, like he just remembered how to compose full sentences again. He is so far gone. It’s so hot.
“A bunch of stuff I know you wouldn’t like.” I slide my fingers into his mouth again. This time he doesn’t need me to tell him what to do. He licks my fingers clean. I almost come just from the feeling of his tongue sliding along my skin. I go on. “All kinds of horrible stuff like making you go out on the farm with a cock cage under your jeans, pegging you, making you crawl around on your hands and knees at my pleasure.”
“That sounds awful.”
“I know, honey. I know.” I kiss him. He stops stroking himself to wrap both his arms around me. I want to reprimand him, but I love the way I feel when he’s holding me. I press closer, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He groans in response, kissing me back, his tongue sliding against mine.
Eventually I push against his chest. I need a minute. I need to regroup. When I open my eyes, I see how hard he’s breathing. This sex tape is going to be nothing but a foreplay tutorial if I don’t get us back on track. I reach up and pull down the straps of my dress. I expose my tits to him. Still trying to follow my rules, he doesn’t move, but he stares. Hard.
“You want to use your hands or your mouth? Pick one.”
“Both.”
“Pick. One,” I say slowly as I tweak both of my hard nipples.
“Didn’t we just talk about how this isn’t about what I want?”
“Good call,” I say with a little laugh. He scowls at me, but there’s a little glimmer in his eye. “How about you use your mouth.” I cup the back of his head and direct him down. It’s another moment that I remember that he knows exactly what he’s doing. Terrible with talk, amazing with the action. He’s all over my chest, sucking and biting at one nipple, then the other. I have both my hands in his hair when I feel his hand start moving up my inner thigh.
“No,” I say. I swat his hand back, then fall back on my heels. I can barely breathe. My nipples get hard as the air conditioning hits the saliva he’s smeared all over my tits. I can’t take it anymore. “Put on a condom,” I say and then turn and lie down on my stomach. I flip up my skirt and expose my lower body to him. Then I look over my shoulder. “You’re gonna lay on top of me and grind your dick into my pussy as hard as you can from behind.”
“I don't want to hurt you,” he says as he rolls the condom on.
“I'll tell you if you're hurting me. Come on.”
H
e climbs over me, bracing himself with his hand beside my shoulder. I sigh when I feel his knuckles brush my ass as he guides himself into place. I arch my back to give him better access. I’d underestimated how good his cock would feel from this angle. I moan, loud, as soon as he pushes his length in deeper and deeper. Once I’ve taken every inch of him, I realize I don’t need to give him any more directions. Silas fucks me perfectly. Hard, but not too fast. Nice and deep, at the perfect pace, hitting the perfect spots. Even when I bear down on him, my pussy clenching him, he takes it like a champ, pressing his lips to my shoulder for just a second so he can gain control. He knows better than to come before I say it’s okay.
I turn on my side and move my leg. He catches my drift and props my ankle up on his shoulder. I curse and grip the sheets. This feels even better. The AC is on high, but I when I look up I see the sweat gathering on his forehead. He’s putting in his best work.
“I wanna kiss you,” he groans.
“Kiss me, then.”
He leans down and I meet him, perching on my elbow so I can press my lips to his. I come with his tongue in my mouth. I come hard, whimpering into him. I come once more and I know I’m spent. Flopping back on the sheets, I open my eyes. He hasn’t let up. He’s still going, working little tremors out of me. He’s so beautiful, I think to myself. And then I tell him to come.
It’s a little after seven that night when I wake up from our post-sex nap. Silas is dead asleep when I roll over to see if he wants anything to drink from the kitchen. I decide not to wake him up. After we finished fucking, I stopped the recording on my laptop. I stripped out of my dress and joined him, fully naked, in bed. I climb out of bed now and dig up some clothes. I need to call Claudia.
“Where are you going?” he asks as I finish pulling on my shorts. I look up and his eyes are still closed, but he has his hand out on the sheets like he’s reaching for me. I crawl across the bed and kiss him on the lips.
“I was going to go call my friend.”
“If you go outside, take some bug spray. There’s some in the kitchen. It’s prime feeding time for mosquitos,” he says. I try to thank him, but I think he’s passed out again before I can get it out. I leave him to get some much needed sleep. After I find the bug spray, I head out front. Only Honeycrisp and Morty follow me this time. Before the screen door closes, I hear it out in the distance. The sound of bagpipers. It’s somewhat faint, but loud enough for me to make out the tune as I sit there and listen. Mason is playing Amazing Grace.
I sit down on the porch swing and hit Claudia’s contact. A smile spreads across my face the moment she answers.
“Hey! I was just talking about you.”
“Oh yeah? Does Shep miss me?”
“Always. He’s worried about you too. We were thinking about you coming out here if you needed to go into full witness protection. Ain’t no one driving all the way up here looking for anyone. I found his place by accident.” Claudia’s fiancé lives at the top of a mountain range in butt fuck Northern California. He also has great aim with a shotgun and he keeps company with a man-eating dog beast the size of a small horse. Shep’s house would be a good place to hide, if I were looking for someplace else to go.
“Hey, Liz,” I hear Shep say in the background. His deep voice makes me smile even more. Claudia’s been through so much. I’m happy she’s found such a good man.
“Tell him I say hey.”
“She says hey, babe. Not the babe part. That was me.” Shep says something I can’t make out. “No, she can’t call you babe if she wants.—Anyway. Hi.”
“Hey.”
“What’s going on?” she asks.
“What are the chances that my phone is being bugged right now?”
“I have no idea how that works. Does Brook know? I know she’s in a different borough, but she’s still a D.A..”
“I’m not asking her.”
“It’s good to hear your voice. You sound better.”
“I’m better, sort of. I think I did something stupid. I’m still doing it.”
“Yeah. You were going to tell me something the other day. What’s going on?”
“I was thinking about how I ambushed you and forced you to hold yourself accountable.”
“You sure as fuck did!” she laughs. “Okay.” She lets out a deep breath and I can just see her pretending to shake her hair out of her face. “Pretend we’re at my place and we have like five bottles of rosé to split between us. Talk to me.”
“I’m staying with Scott’s brother.”
“Scott has a brother?”
“He has a twin. I won’t get into the details of where, just in case I’m being bugged, ’cause I’m paranoid like that.”
“No, no. That’s fine. Be paranoid. So you’re staying with Scott’s brother and you did something stupid. So what you’re telling me is that you’re sleeping with Scott’s brother. That’s my guess here. Well his twin. Okay, okay.”
“You still with me?”
“Yeah, I’m just trying to think about what my therapist would ask me if I laid this on her. Okay, go on. You are sleeping with his brother right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Ah—I’d ask how it started, but you’ve been through a trauma and we all know how I reacted after my most recent trauma.”
I laugh a little. “You’re marrying your reaction.”
“Sure am. I’m guessing Scott doesn’t know.”
“No, I haven’t told him yet. It’s complicated in a way that isn’t just me saying it’s complicated.” I tell her about their mom and Scott’s possibly current feelings for me. The bagpipe music still floating through the air adds a certain surreal element to my confessions. “The thing is, Scott’s not very nice to Silas and that bothers me.”
“Yeah. Hmm, that’s tough. Well let’s break this down, shall we. Would you be sleeping with him if Scott was a non-factor? Or better yet how much of the tabooness of this all is factoring in?”
“None. It’s not factoring at all and that’s why I wanted to talk to you about this. I don’t feel bad.”
“And that’s legit. Honestly even if you knew about how Scott felt about you, I’ve seen you two together and you’ve never come close to leading him on, whatever that even means, but you get me, right? You and Scott act like you’re homies. There’s no chemistry there.”
“Exactly. And there are definitely similarities between the two of them. They are twins, but Silas is so different. I wish you could meet him.”
“Oh baby girl honey child,” she laughs.
“What?”
“You like him. ‘I wish you could meet him’ is sprung as fuck for ‘I’m sprung as fuck’.”
I can’t help but laugh at myself. “There are feelings there yes.”
“Well I think you have to tell Scott. It’s not his business who you sleep with, but he is your friend and this is his brother. Not telling him would be kind of shitty.”
“We tried, kinda, yesterday. He blew Silas off and then he told me he’d call me tomorrow. I don’t think he’ll even answer the phone unless I say it’s an emergency and me mugging down with his brother isn’t an emergency. Plus, he is literally in the middle of trying to help me get to the bottom of this whole fucked up situation. There might be worse timing to drop this on him, but I sure as hell can’t think of it.”
“Right. Well, I guess tell him as soon as you can.”
“Yeah,” I say.
“But that’s not all of it, is it?” she asks.
“How could you tell?”
“You just sighed so loud my eardrum popped.”
“Bitch?!”
She laughs again, then lets out a sigh of her own. “So you’re thinking about the twin, Silas, right?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s it.”
“What do you want? What does he want?”
“We haven’t gotten that far.”
“Oh. Avoiding that dreaded conversation. What are we? Where do we go?”
“Tha
t’s not it. He’s… he’s interesting. I don’t think they make guys like this in the city.”
“Yeah, I know how that goes. Trust me.”
“He doesn’t—he’s very in the moment. I feel like other dudes I’ve met feed you so much bullshit just to get you on their roster.”
“Yup.”
“But Silas is like—I don’t feel like he’s trying to put one over on me. I don’t feel like he’s gonna pull off some mask and show the real man.”
“Or monster.”
“Yeah.” I look out over the yard. The sun is setting and the temperature is starting to drop. Mason has switched to another song I can’t name. Morty is sniffing around the grass and Honeycrisp is sniffing around Silas’s truck. He was right about the bugs. I can see them swarming around, but they are giving me a wide berth. Everything feels so still, beyond Mason’s beautiful music, there’s just the hum of nature that I’ve only experienced a few times in my life before.
“I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?” she asks.
“Start things. Continue things. Not with other people.”
“It sounds like it already started though, and it sounds like his expectations of the situation are pretty low, right?”
“I don’t know.”
“And you’re afraid to ask?”
“He defines no bullshit. I’m not used to that. My whole life is bullshit.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Right now I’m working on a case where two different white men are fighting over how they can pay poor brown people less to transport goods made by other poor brown people who make even less. How is that not bullshit?”
“You know what I did last week? I sat in a three hour meeting about maxi dresses. Three hours. I know the importance of a good maxi, but I certainly did not cure cancer in that three hours. Don’t beat yourself up for doing your job. And don’t let him make you feel like you should be beating yourself up.”
“No, no, he’s not like that. He’s—he’s not asking me for anything.” When I hear myself say it, I know that’s the issue. I can actually feel it. For the first time in my life, I have a man who doesn’t make me feel like he wants the slightest thing from me except my company. That feeling rises in my chest. It brings some tears with it, but I fight them back. “He’s easy.”
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