Silver & Black (26 page)

“Great. I must get back to work. My wife is a slave driver.” He laughs. I gather all the papers and my drink. I’ll finish doing all this at Silver’s place.

~Chapter Twenty-Nine~

I get off the subway and walk the few blocks to Silver’s penthouse. I knock on the door. He calls for me to come in. He comes over to me and kisses my cheek. He’s on his cell phone. Holding up his finger, he gestures one minute. The man is always on some type of phone call. I often tease him that he should just have it stitched to his ear. I knew this when I got involved with him, so it’s something I have learned to adapt to. As I hang up my coat, I listen to his conversation.

“No, no. I don’t care. Do what you need to do. I can’t come to LA this weekend. No. No,” he argues with the person on the phone. “Because for the first time in forever I’m taking the weekend off to spend with my boyfriend.” I widen my eyes in surprise. He looks at me. His mouth draws up on one side in a sexy half smile. He winks. I shake my head―that gets me every time. “You heard me. I’ve talked to Stephon and he is more than capable and I would hope that you are too. For the amount I’m paying for your services, I would certainly hope you feel the same way. Hmm, I knew you would see it my way. You too. I’ll check in on Monday.” He hangs up the phone. He faces me. “Well that’s that.”

“You may need to call an ambulance for him. I bet he had a heart attack,” I joke. “Or maybe for yourself, how will you ever survive?”

“Funny. I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately and what’s better than your birthday weekend.”

“Oh, I get an entire weekend? My birthday is just on Saturday, Silver. You know you don’t have to do this.”

He wraps his arms around me locking his hands together. “I know. I wanted this to be special and a surprise.”

“I’m very surprised. Please don’t do anything too much. Having you take time off to spend with me is gift enough, and it’s the only thing I want.”

“Too bad. I have big plans for you, Mr. Black. You’ll need to pack an overnight bag. We’ll be leaving late morning or early afternoon tomorrow.”

“Where are we going?”

“Now what kind of surprise would it be if I told you that? You’ll like it. I promise.”

“Anywhere with you I know I’ll like.” He kisses me and then releases me to take off his suit coat and tie. As he unbuttons his top button of his shirt, he glances at his phone. “So are you going to turn that thing off for the weekend?”

“I can’t do that, but I swear my focus will be on you and us.”

“So I get the
entire
weekend, aye?”

“Mmhm.”

“Well, today is Friday and it is after five so it’s technically the weekend.”

“So it is. What do you want to do?” He scrolls seductively over to me like he knows what’s going through my head. The truth is: it was, but not now. He circles around me feathering his fingertips over me as he moves. He stops behind me and presses his chest to my back. He kisses the back of my neck to my ear. He nibbles and pulls my lobe in between his teeth. I close my eyes as his tongue traces the shape of my ear. “What is it you want to do, Mr. Black?” he whispers, repeating his question.

“I like that.”

“Do you now?” He continues to taste my flesh.

“I want to go to the movies,” I blurt out, and he stops. He flips me to face him. The look of surprise is priceless. I know what he wants to do.

“You want to go to the movies?”

“Yes, the movies. You know the place where you watch a motion picture,” I say sarcastically.

“I know what the movies are. I just thought we could spend the night in.” He leans and begins nibbling on my ear. He knows what my pleasure points are. “Isn’t this better than some sticky movie theater?”

“Sticky? What are you talking about? There’s this movie that came out weeks ago that I’ve been looking forward to seeing. I thought it would be fun.”

“I can think of a million other things that are more fun.”

“What do you have against the movies? And don’t mention sticky, that’s just gross.” I laugh.

He checks the mail on the table behind the couch. “I have nothing against them. I just feel they’re a waste of time.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know. It’s just me.”

“Well you’re weird.”

“Thank you.” He smirks.

“Now go get something comfortable on because you’re taking me.”

“See if you want to boss me around, we should most definitely stay here.”

“We have after to do that. You change and I’ll arrange a ride with Connor.”

“Fine, but don’t think you’re going to get off easy for this new found authority,” he groans. “I’m not used to be bossed around.”

“Yeah, yeah, pout some more.” I love the way this man flirts.

He half smiles. “Just wait. I told you, I have big plans for you, Mr. Black.”

Connor drops us off a local movie theater in Manhattan. Silver lets me pick the movie, and I’m pleased to see that the one I want to see is still there. We stand in line at the concessions stand. Silver is looking around the place. I swear I can see his creative wheels spinning. “No business, Mr. Silver.”

“I’m always thinking how businesses can improve.” He scans the menu that is lit about the stand. “When did they start serving alcohol at a movie theater?”

“It has been awhile since you’ve been to one, hasn’t it? It’s the newest rage, and I plan to take full advantage.” We get to the front of the counter and the woman takes our order. Silver orders some whiskey drink and I get a signature martini that the theater offers. After ordering popcorn and some candy, Silver grabs a stack of napkins. “Are those because of the
sticky
comment?”

“Never know when you’ll need them.” He takes my hand as we walk into our theater. We look around and there aren’t too many people in here. I guess we’re one of the last to see the new release. We take our seat in the back. Silver is surprised to see how far theaters have come. The seats we are sitting in are leather recliners. The center arm rest even moves up so it turns into a loveseat. We munch on the popcorn and watch the previews. Silver glances at his watch more than once.

“Why are you checking your watch?”

“They said the movie started ten minutes ago.”

“They show previews for about fifteen minutes.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. They just do.”

“That’s not efficient. I think they need to restructure their business.”

I chuckle and shake my head. It’s not worth correcting him. The fact is he’s wired for business. The lights dim and the production company logo flashes on the screen. The movie starts. About thirty minutes in, we’ve finish our drinks and I place the halfeaten popcorn to the side. I pull up the arm rest and slide closer to him. His eyes are glued to the action on the screen. I can’t help but smile. He looks over to me and grins.

We’re an hour into the movie now and Silver is finally relaxed with his seat reclined. He places his hand on my knee and fidgets with the fabric of my pants. He reaches over and put his hoodie over the both of us. “Are you cold?”

“No,” he says with a mischievous grin. He goes back to rubbing my knee. Slowly his hand creeps up my thigh, rubbing and massaging. His eyes never look away from the screen as he reaches my hips and the waist of my sweats. He runs his finger around he elastic.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“Just enjoying the movie,” he says slipping his hand in the front of my pants. I straighten the hoodie making sure no one can see. I gasp quietly as my cock hardens from his touch. He wraps his hand around my cock and slowly strokes.

“Silver, what if someone sees?” There are no people around us, but there are a few rows over and in front of us. Now I know why he insisted on the back.

“Then I suggest you be quiet while you cum.” He moves quicker with his hand. I slouch in my seat providing better access. He’s casual watching the screen as he jacks me off. He shifts closer to me so he can gain more momentum. He strokes me hard. I moan under my breath, biting my lips stopping myself from screaming out in pleasure. I pant and it fuels him more.

“Fuck,” I moan, the sound barely leaving my lips for him to hear. “Keep going,” I beg. He never even makes eye contact with me. His hand slides over me like a sleeve. He rubs his thumb over my tip using the drops of pleasure as lube. He runs his thumb over my sensitive tip one more time and I slide down as my back arches. Closing my eyes, I focus on him. He strokes faster. I claw my nails into his thigh and shift my hips against his hand. “Oh, shit.” I moan almost too loudly. “Silver, I’m almost there.” He still looks to the screen, but he tightens his grip and races over my cock. My hips shift and I hold on tight to the arm rest and his thigh. “Ah, ah…” I quiver as I explode in his hand. My chest heaves heavily as he milks the last of the white cream from me. He finally looks at me, and smirks. He pulls his hand from my pants. It’s covered with cum. He takes the napkins, and wipes most of my cum off his hand. But with a look of complete fulfillment, he licks his fingers one by one. He hands me a stack of napkins to clean up and we dispose of the wet napkins into our empty cups. I curl next to him and kiss the side of his mouth. “Is that what you meant by sticky?” I joke.

He chuckles quietly. “Not exactly. But I will say, this is the best fucking movie I’ve ever seen.” We both laugh and I bury my head into his shoulder.

“Shhh,” the woman a few rows in front of us motions. He puts his arm around me and I cuddle as close as I can to him for the remainder of the movie. 

We walk out of the theater. I wrapped my hoodie around my waist to cover the evidence. I’m completely aroused by Silver’s strong ability to be so nonchalant during that entire hand job. I can’t wait to get him back to his place and return the favor. I hold the door for him as he gets in the backseat. He scoots over and lets me climb in next to him. “How was the movie, guys?” Connor asks as he pulls from the curb. Silver grins.

“One of the best I’ve ever seen,” he answers.

“Oh, yeah, what was it about?” I flirt and call him out and his face shows no remorse only complete accomplishment.

“I don’t have a clue. It was more the company.” He puts his hand on my thigh.

Connor lets us off at the lobby of the building. We get into the elevator and make our way up to his penthouse. He hasn’t let my hand go since exiting the car. “Very stylish,” he says glancing at the hoodie around my waist.

“Better than explaining that my horny boyfriend gave me a hand job during an action movie.”

“We had to make our action. The movie was a dismal production, but I’m glad we went. I had a great time. The first of many fun and exciting events planned for this weekend.”

“Oh, shit. I should have had Connor stop at my place so I could pack a bag.”

“We can get up early and go. We’ll just leave from your place.”

“Sounds perfect.”

He unlocks his door and flips on the lights as we enter. We’re not even in the room for two seconds when I push him flat against the door and attack his mouth. My tongue licks his lips and then down to his neck. I lock the door as I taste his salty skin. I pull up his shirt and toss it to the floor. I kiss down his chest. Just as I was to his waist, his phone rings and vibrates from his pocket. I gaze up at him. He knocks his head on the door and then licks his lips. The phone stops and I thought we were in the clear but as I continue the phone starts again. “See who it is. They’re not going to stop. Did I mention that I hate your phone?”

“I’m beginning to feel the same way.” He takes the phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. “Shit, it’s Stephon. He never calls unless it’s an emergency.”

“Then answer it, but don’t expect me to stop.”

“What?” he says and then answers the call. “Hello.” I pull down his pants just far enough to let his hardened cock bounce out. He glares down at me and continues to talk to Stephon. I drop fully to my knees. Placing one hand on his abdomen and one on his leg, I tease his seeping tip with my tongue. The tang of his arousal making my mouth water for more, and I trace his tip with my tongue before taking him slowly in my mouth. He pants and goes weak against the door. Yet, he keeps talking. I slide my lips over his cock, swirling my tongue along his shaft. He grips my hair and pulls me off him. Our eyes lock. His darkened stare is proof he wants more. I lift his hand from my hair and bite my lip. “You’re evil,” he says to me. “No not you, Stephon. I was talking to someone else.”

“I guess you better be quiet then.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I use his words against him. I lick my lips and go back to his cock. He groans away from the phone. This time I brace myself by hanging on to both his hips. He glides in and out of my mouth. My tongue teases his tip once more and then I move swiftly over him. He pushes deep in my mouth and I welcome the invasion. As I let his cock slip tightly in and out of my lips, I take his heavy balls him in my hand and roll them in an erotic massage.

“Ah,” he couldn’t hold it back. “Ok, Stephon, I’m right in the middle of more important things than this conversation and I’m afraid if I stay on this phone you will hear things you shouldn’t. Talk to Pierce. I spoke to him earlier. No, I have to go. I’m taking the weekend off starting now.” He hangs up the phone and throws it to the couch. I pick up my pace, harder and faster I draw on his cock. He grips a fist full of my hair with both his hands. He guides me over him at the pace he craves. “Ah, keep going, baby, just like that.” He pumps in my mouth. His balls draw up and his entire body tenses as he explodes his delicious release down my throat. I swallow and suck him down until every last drop is mine. He huffs and puffs through his orgasm.