Fake (A Pretty Pill) (28 page)

“But you have the ovary so you haven’t gone through menopause.”  Jade states.

“Yep.”

Jade is smiling and shaking her head.

“I really get it now.  I get why he’s fallen for you.” Jade says.

“You know this?” I ask sheepishly.

“Oh yeah,” Jade nods enthusiastically.  “He’s absolutely smitten with you.  And you two are so perfect for each other that I could vomit.” She points at me smiling once again.

“I couldn’t have walked in at a better time.”  Silas says
with Ben immediately behind him.

“You two seriously need to have sex
.”  Jade blurts out to Silas.

“I beg your pardon?”  Silas
says smiling.  He looks at me, so I give him wide eyed innocence.

“She’s
wearing her fingers to the bone and I think that just sucks.”  Jade says.

Ben explodes in laughter.

I groan and place my head in my hands and Silas comes over to me to whisper in my ear.

“Are y
ou a bit horny Isi?”

I give him a death stare.  We’re nine days into this stupid fourteen day go slow bullshit.
  Not to mention the time already going slow before that.  It’s torturous being in a relationship with a stunningly handsome guy and not being able to do anything about it.  It’s making me question everything.

Ye
s, now that you mention it, I am.

***

Silas’ new apartment near Cal Poly is a one bedroom, two story dwelling within a complex; and it’s costing him $950 a month.  That’s a pretty big expense if you’re currently living off your savings.  It’s obvious Jade and Ben are doing okay financially, but Silas has made it clear he doesn’t want their assistance anymore; especially since they had been paying for his exorbitant hospital expenses; something I wouldn’t even like to contemplate being responsible for - the resultant bill; it makes me shudder.  Ben has been trying to organize some fights for him, and although I’m a little nervous about it, it’s what Silas does and what he wants to do. 

All my belongings are stuffed into his apartment
; made possible with the help of Hank, who’s apparently begun training with Ben and Silas; an interesting development.  He says it’s just to get fit, but I have the distinct impression that he wants to attract more women with a buff body.  Hank’s lean for sure.  He has a tall and lean surfer’s body, but he could easily pack on some muscle and have those beach babes climbing all over him.  The thought makes me chuckle.

“You okay?”  Silas asks from the passenger seat.  That arrest
might have been quashed; but he still doesn’t hold a valid full license here in California, just an M1 license. 

“Yeah, just laughing about Hank.”

“He’s doing great.  Don’t laugh at him.”  Silas smiles.

“I’m not doing it in front of him.”  I point out.

The setting sun is casting an eerie pinkish light across the October sky.  It’s pretty with the color being picked up by the wispy clouds.

“Are you coming in for a bit
or are you heading back?” he asks biting his lip anticipating my answer.

I’ve been heading back around this time.  They like us to be in by 8pm;
and because Silas had been living with Jade and Ben till now, I’d normally leave for the house around now.

But I’ve got other things on my mind.

“I’ll come in.” I say, pulling over to park.

Once through the door, I’m gingerly taking off my jacket. 
Since I got rid of the sling yesterday, as it was pissing me off, I’ve just been more careful. 

Silas has already thrown his keys onto the bench, effortlessly shrugged off his jacket and
then slung it over a chair.  He’s now standing behind me, helping me get my jacket off.

He slides it down my arms and removes it, before throwing it over the chair.  He hasn’t moved away from behind me, and I slowly turn my head to see what he’s doing.

I barely get to move at all, because his mouth has moved down and pressed against the side of my neck; his body has pressed into my back and his hands have come forward to hold my hips and pull me back into him.  I can already feel his erection pressed up against my ass.

My breathing is stalling.
  I tilt my head to help him gain better access to my neck.

His tongue is tracing a line between my shoulder
and my earlobe, and then his mouth is kissing me slowly and torturously behind my ear.

A whimper escapes me.

He says nothing.  He just slowly conveys his right hand up my side, under my shirt and then forward; his palm and fingers caressing my scars while he continues to nip, kiss and suck at my exposed neck.

“Silas?” I huskily whisper.

“Mmmm.”

“Please don’t stop.”

He lifts his mouth from my neck, “Look at me.” He demands softly.

I turn my head as far around as I can so that I can see him.

He looks into my eyes and I notice he’s breathing erratically.  His nose is flaring and his mouth is slightly open.  I feel so desperate for him in that moment that I feel a warmth flooding through my veins and pooling in my abdomen.  I lick my lips in anticipation and the movement isn’t lost on him.  He leans forward to place his lips gently on mine. 

His gentle beginnings
quickly escalate to become more possessive.  He begins kissing me firmly and sliding his tongue in through my opening lips to taste me.  I can feel him shudder as he breathes through his nose and adjusts his kiss in a declaration of his desperate need to devour me.  His moaning is resolute and he’s providing every indication that he has no intention of stopping.

His right hand, still flat on my stomach,
now slides down into the top of my panties and under my jeans.  When his fingers make contact with my bare mound he growls in his throat and presses in with his kiss more persistently, craning his neck to bring his head further around mine to gain better contact.

Then h
is hand slides further down, till he pushes his fingers through my lips, through my arousal and to my entrance.  He cups my pussy confidently and pulls my hips firmly back into his erection.

We both groan
and I flinch slightly forward, at least my chest does, nearly pulling our kiss apart as a result.

Silas growls again, kiss
ing me hard and moving his left hand up to my breast, under my shirt once again.

He doesn’t bother going over the cup, he
hastily pushes the bra up and levers my breast out from under the underwire, so he can palm my entire left breast at the same time he pushes against my chest so that my back is pressed firmly into him. He’s trapped me to him, and he’s devouring me and setting me alight.

I can’t help it, I
’m overwhelmed and need to breathe, so I lever my face forward and look down at where his hands touch me; and when I do he pinches his thumb and forefinger together to squeeze my nipple before moving his mouth to my neck and biting it, before kissing it and growling into it.

“Ah
.” I call out in a strangled tone.  This possessiveness is consuming, and my body is desperately responding to his attention.  I crave this, his touch his body, his love.  He must feel my intense arousal for him, since his fingers are touching me and the knowledge is setting me on fire.

“Fuck.” he whispers.  “Can you undo your
jeans?”

I nod,
realizing his hand is trapped and can’t make any real movement under the circumstances.

“Good girl.” He whispers seductively in
my ear.

I whimper at his appraisal.
 

His fingers over my pussy have pull
ed back up and are now slowly circling my clit.

“Oh.
” I manage to voice.

He’s pinching my left nipple and
then palming my breast and at the same time, he’s administering his magic on my clit with his middle finger.

I’m
powerless to move from him.  He has me trapped against him and I feel so turned on by this fact that I feel an intense burning sensation, like an incendiary device has been set off under my skin, but especially in my pelvis and its burning out of control.

“Oh
shit.” I voice huskily and look at the ceiling.

“Come on
Isi; show me how you look when you come.” He whispers.

Oh shit, that’s so hot, saying that to me like that;
I’m combusting.

“Oh
Silas, God.” I say as he reaches further down and around and pushes hard against the my entrance, before pulling back firmly through my slick folds and then back to my clit, where he again presses against my aroused nub with more insistence.

“Kiss me.”  He demands
huskily.

I
abruptly turn my face till his face comes into view and we roughly collide and begin to devour each other.  Groaning, moaning and sucking at each other’s tongue and lips.

He pulls back slightly.

“Fuck, I’m going to come just watching you.” He suggests, murmuring against my lips and pushing his hard cock into the crease of my ass.

“Oh fuck Silas.” 
I return, feeling the build up; the draining of blood from my mind and the pooling of feelings in my pelvis; desire and desperation coupled with a deep burning, penetrating ache that promises pleasure.  Wave after wave is building and building.

Silas is encouraging me to
show him my climax, while he stokes a fire in my pussy and pulls at my heart through my breast.  He pulls away from my mouth completely.

“Come on Isi, come for me.” he
commands breathlessly.

I’m trapped against him.  He’s administering my mind blowing demise and I’m helpless against his actions.

I begin to pant and I feel the waves building into a tsunami just offshore and waiting to crash into me at his insistence.

“Come on Isi.” he whispers and begins to bite my neck.

I moan out loudly, and then my words gather greater strength, “Oh…  Oh… Fuck… Oh…
Silas.
” I end by screaming his name.

“Fuck.”  He whispers
and stills.  “So beautiful, you’re so beautiful Isi, come on I need you too.”  He says, pulling his hands free from my breast and pussy and moving around the front of me, taking my hand and imploring me to walk up the stairs to the bedroom.

I’m shaking my head.  “I can’t move without my knees buckling.” I explain
, my pussy is throbbing and my legs feel like jelly.  I’m surprised I’m able to stand at all, now he’s no longer supporting me upright, and I feel light headed.

He smiles
a huge shit-eating grin and gathers me up in his arms so that he is carrying me up the stairs instead, all the while being careful with my arm.

He puts me down on my feet
next to his bed.

“I need you to stand till I take all of your clothes off, can you manage that?”  He smiles.

I smile in reply.

He starts by having me assist him in getting my t-shirt off.

“That can stay off tonight.” he stipulates.

“I’ll need it when I’m driving.”  I chuckle.

He’s shaking his head.

“You’re not leaving.  You’re staying with me the whole night.  I’
m not sending you on your merry way after making love to you.  I’ll need you here all night.” He says.

He’s kneeling in front of me, having removed my bra already and tossed it aside
.  I have yet to murmur my consent to stay the night, but really I’m just hoping my silence implies consent, because my mind is a jumble of lust and love, and I’m desperate for this to continue.  So I don’t intend to leave at all.

I feel him pull roughly at the denim of my jeans so that they pull over my hips and ass.

I don’t have a huge ass, I have a nice little round peach.  I’ve had plenty of compliments in the past.

He peels the jeans
down along with my panties and then asks me to step clear of them.

I
place my hand on his shoulders and lift one leg at a time, and then he pulls them away for me and tosses them aside.

He’s s
till completely clothed and I’m completely naked.  I’m standing in full view, and he’s kneeling and looking up at me in the half glow of the landing light.

“You are so beautiful.”  He insists.

I smile at him.  He smiles back with a cheeky grin, and then he moves his face forward and I immediately know his intent.

“I’ll fall down
, and I’ve been wearing the same stuff since lunchtime.” I warn.  If he makes me orgasm again in this position, I will go down. I’m also a little concerned about the strength of my arousal, since I haven’t had a shower since lunchtime, when I finished work.

He ignores me, leans in an
d places his tongue in the folds of my pussy’s lips.  Sliding it up to my clit.