Page 158 of Top Shelf

Reading the truth in my eyes, he doesn’t waste a second. Lifting his hips, he shoves his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. Then he shoves his hand between my thighs and pulls my panties to the side. His fingers sweep across my sex, making me moan. I’m so wet it would be embarrassing if I weren’t so turned on.

Pushing his suit jacket over his shoulders, I return to trying to remove his buttons. The damn blasted things are stiff beneath my impatient fingers, and I end up sending them flying across the limo as I wrestle his shirt open. Sighing softly, I run my hands over the heat of his skin. Silas has always felt like this to me. Steady. Safe. Like the eye of a storm. When the rest of the world gets loud, somehow he makes everything quiet again.

His muscles flex, and I lose myself in the sheer power of his body as I drink in every delectable inch of him.

Parting my pussy lips, Silas presses first one, then a second finger inside of me. My head falls back as I groan, my fingers digging into his skin for purchase. My eyelids fall to half-mast as I rock my hips along his fingers.

“Jesus, I’m going to come in my pants.”

I laugh softly at Lucian’s remark, the sound ending in a cry of pleasure when Silas rubs at my clit, making my hips buck.

Heavy breaths and soft curses are the backdrop to my desireas Silas works me over with his fingers until my thighs quiver and my nails have left crescent moon marks in his shoulders.

I’m on the cusp of coming, but I want to come around his cock. Reaching between us, I fist him in my hand. He’s wide and warm as I smear his precum. Pressing my knees into the leather, I hold Silas’s gaze as I guide him to my entrance.

His lips are parted, his breath labored as he stares right back at me. There’s so much emotion in his eyes. Affection. Pride. Hunger. Unable to help myself, I lean forward and steal his lips in a kiss as I sink down on him.

I gasp into his mouth. He slides a hand into my hair, holding me to him.

Forehead pressed to his, I groan as I stretch to accommodate him. “Oh God,” I gasp, eyes falling closed.

A shiver wracks his body, and I peel my eyes open.

Holding his gaze, I begin to move, slowly at first. I can’t look away as he rocks his hips in time to mine, the two of us getting lost in the heady sensation of our pleasure.

As that need builds toward a crescendo, he tugs me closer. My chest is pressed to his, his cheek against mine. His breath is loud in my ear, and somewhere between my soft moans, the faint noises of Ronan and Lucian behind us, and Silas’s breathing, I swear I hear him rasp, “Beautiful.”

That one word is what sends me over the edge.

It’s not what he said; it’s the fact he spoke at all.

This man, who never speaks to anyone, just spoketo me.

Hetrustedme enough to show that vulnerability.

Thatis what undoes me.

My hands clasp either side of his face, and I press my forehead to his. My eyes are locked on his as I come. He groans his release, and I barely give him a chance to recover his breath before I press my lips to his. My tongue slides into his mouth, and I kiss him until my lungs burn.

“Thank you,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips before Lucian invades our bubble.

He drops onto the seat beside Silas, all dark desire and mischievous smirk as he snatches me from Silas’s lap.

“Lucian!” I cry. “I’m going to make a mess of you.”

“Baby, that is exactly what I want you to do.” He presses my hand against the hardness in his pants. “That little display has me so fucking hard.”

I give him a fake pout. “Poor baby.” Rubbing my palm over his length, I give him a coy look. “Need me to fix it for you?”

He grins lasciviously. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Wriggling out of his lap, I drop to my knees between his spread thighs. He groans as he blinks down at me, his thumb stroking my cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. “So fucking perfect.”

Smirking, I pull his cock from his pants. Leaning forward, I run my tongue over the tip before sucking on it, gently at first. He hisses, his thighs going tense beneath my hands. “Ah fuck, I should have come while you were fucking Silas, ‘cause I’m not going to last. You feel so good stretched around me.”

I slide my lips down the remainder of him until his tip hits the back of my throat, and I have to fight back a gag. That only makes him groan louder, his hands sliding into my hair as his hips buck.

“So hot, watching you take all of me,” he rasps, voice strained. “You suck my cock so good, Little Moth.”