Silas (27 page)

“
I want you.” I shoved my
hands into her shirt.

Christa was undulating on
me. “Say it again.”

“
I want you.” I reached
around her and unclasped her bra.

“
What are you doing?” she
said.

I tugged her shirt off. Her bra
too.

And then my hands were on
her breasts. They fit perfectly into my hands, firm and soft at the
same time. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs.

They hardened at my touch.

She gasped.

I pushed her backwards,
getting myself into a sitting position. Now she was straddling me,
facing me in my lap. It was harder to move this way. But that was
fine. If she kept riding me the way she had been, I’d blow my wad
before I wanted to, anyway. I thought a little slow down was a nice
interlude. Besides, I wanted my mouth on her.

“
Silas, no,” she said. “This
isn’t how I want it.”

No? That meant I was
supposed to stop, right? Damn it. I kissed her nipple. “You want me
to stop?”

“
I…”

I closed my mouth around the nub of
flesh. I started to suck.

She moaned. “No, don’t
stop,” she said in a tiny voice.

Good. Relief coursed through
me. I moved to her other nipple, covering the one I’d just finished
sucking with my hand. I teased it, rolled it between my fingers. It
was swollen and erect now. I started to thrust into her. They were
shallow movements, but I was turned on, and my pace
quickened.

She was panting, her head thrown
back.

“
Your tits are so amazing,”
I whispered into her skin.

She whimpered.

I released that nipple and
went back to the first one. I could do this for a really long time.
I loved the feel of her in my mouth, the taste of her soft flesh. I
loved the way she moved against me in pleasure. The sounds she
made.

But she put her hands on my
chest and pushed me backwards again. “Down, boy,” she
said.

I lay on the floor of the
cave. I couldn’t quite see her. She was just hints of motion in the
blackness. But I could touch her. I put my hands on her hips. I
slid them up her torso to find her tits again. “I thought you were
enjoying that. I was enjoying that.”

She moved on me, her pussy gripping my
cock.

I grunted in pleasure.

She moved my hands away from
her breasts. “Just lie back, okay?”

Okay, so maybe she had some
weird thing about her boobs. After all, hadn’t she stopped me the
time before? I’d reached out sleepily to touch them and she’d moved
me. I could back off of her tits, I guessed. And if she wanted to
be on top, I could handle that too.

I trailed my hand over her thigh,
between her legs, between the lips of her pussy.

“
Silas,” she said, sounding
shocked.

Gently, I searched until I
found the tiny raised knob of her clit.

She sucked in breath. “What
are you doing?”

“
Touching you,” I
said.

“
Why?”

“
To make you feel good.” I
made slow circles around it.

She gasped. “You don’t have
to…” She moaned.

“
Does it feel good?” I
whispered.

“
Silas…”

I kept touching her, kept circling
her.

“
Yes,” she murmured. “It
feels…” She moaned again.

I grinned in the darkness.

Her hips had slowed. She
wasn’t moving on me, but that was fine.

I grabbed her with my other
hand, holding her against me, and I started to thrust. I rubbed
her, and I pushed my shaft into her in the same rhythm.

She sighed. “Oh god,” she
whispered. “Oh god, oh god.”

“
Good?”

“
Uh huh,” she
said.

“
Good,” I said. I didn’t
stop. It felt good to me too. It was dizzyingly sweet to bury
myself deep in her, feeling her surrounding me. And every little
sound she made sent shivers through me. The more turned on she was,
the more my arousal deepened.

“
Oh god,” she was still
saying. She groaned.

“
I want to touch you until
you come, Christa,” I said. “You think you can come for
me?”

“
I don’t… I don’t know… Oh
fucking shit, that’s good.”

At this point, I was tempted
to speed up. She was turned on, she was in the zone, and it made me
want to do it harder and faster. But lots of practice had taught me
it was generally a bad idea to speed up. Getting a chick into the
zone was a very delicate place. Anything could destroy it. Too much
pressure. Not enough. Speeding up. Slowing down. It was best to
keep everything the same. The same movement over and over again—as
long as that movement was working.

And it seemed to be. So I
kept moving my finger in languid circles around Christa’s clit, and
I kept driving my dick into her just as deliberately.

And she started to make
these incredible noises. They weren’t exactly words, although they
sounded like pieces of them. Vowels and consonants, as if she was
trying to put together something that made sense, but couldn’t
quite do it, because everything felt so good.

Fuck, that turned me on.

“
Come for me, Christa,” I
pleaded her.

“
I don’t…” she managed. “Oh
god. Oh god.”

“
Yeah, you can do it,” I
groaned. She needed to do it soon, because I wasn’t sure how much
longer I could hold on.

“
No,” she said. “I
can’t. I never—
Fuck
.” She let out a low, long moan.

“
Yeah,” I said. “That’s it.
Let it go.”

She whimpered. “Silas, it’s
so good.”

“
Uh huh,” I urged, rubbing
her.

“
I am. I think I am.
I’m… oh god. Oh
god
.” And she lost the ability to make words again. She uttered a
string of nonsense sounds, her pleasure evident. She writhed
against me. I could feel the walls of her pussy collapsing and
spasming around me.

And it pushed me over the
edge.

I erupted into her, my
climax shooting through me like ammunition in the barrel of a
shotgun—bright, hot, and thunderous. It was perfect and rapturous,
and it was all I felt for several minutes. Just the amazing
pleasure of being inside her, spurting into her, losing myself in
her.

She collapsed on my chest.

I was still inside her.

I felt wonderful.

And sleepy.

I stroked her back. I closed
my eyes. I wanted her here, close to me, in my arms. That was all I
needed.

“
I can’t believe I just had
an orgasm,” she said.

I kissed her forehead.
“Aren’t orgasms the way sex is supposed to end?”

“
Well, yeah,” she said.
“It’s just, you know, I’ve never had one in front of another person
before.”

I opened my eyes.
“Seriously?”

“
I didn’t even know you
could touch my clit like that,” she said. “While we were fucking? I
don’t know why I never thought of it before, but…”

I liked the weight of her on
me. I liked her warmth. I really wanted to go to sleep, but I
didn’t think she was going to let me. “Yeah, well, most women can’t
climax without clitoral stimulation. I figure that not giving them
that is just kind of cruel, don’t you think? Of course, there are
some positions that make it easier than others.”

“
The little circle things
were cool too,” she said. “I never thought about doing circles. But
that was really…” She sighed. “Wow.”

I chuckled. “You know,
Christa, you had led me to believe that you were fairly
experienced.”

“
I am,” she said. “I’ve had
a lot of sex with a lot of different guys. It just usually doesn’t
really feel that good.”

“
What do you
mean?”

I felt her shrug against me.
“I don’t usually let guys touch me too much. I like to be the one
doing that. I like the way it feels to be desired. It makes me feel
powerful. And I guess that I figured that was enough. The powerful
feeling was. I thought that was as good as sex maybe got. But you
just kind of ruined my entire theory.”

“
I did?”

“
Yeah, because that was way
better than feeling powerful. It was awesome. But it was the
complete opposite feeling. Because you had power over
me.”

“
No, I didn’t,” I said.
“Well… maybe I did. But you had power over me too.”

“
I didn’t.”

“
You made me come too,” I
said.

“
Yeah, but it’s not much of
a big deal to make a guy come.”

I pulled her close. “Pretty
big deal to me,” I murmured. “It was really nice.”

“
You know what I
mean.”

I tilted her face up so that
I could kiss her. She felt so perfect against me. I didn’t want to
let go of her. I wanted to fall asleep with her in my arms, while I
was still inside her. I couldn’t think of anything much nicer than
that at the moment.

I yawned.

She punched me on the
shoulder, dislodging my penis from her vagina. “You’re going to go
to sleep, aren’t you?”

I was disappointed not to be
inside her anymore, but I was tired and happy and satisfied, and
there wasn’t much that could put me in a bad mood right
then.

“
We were asleep before,” I
mumbled, tightening my arms around her. “Let’s go to sleep like
this. I like you close.”

She pushed away. “Your ribs
are poking me.”

I had to let her go, into the cold
darkness.

I reached after her, but I
couldn’t find her.

Didn’t matter.

I let sleep tug me down into its
darkness, its deepness.

CHAPTER
SIXTEEN

I woke up to the sound of a
gunshot.

Instantly, I was wide awake. The shot
had been close, somewhere just outside of the cave. I scrambled to
my feet, looking around for Christa.

She wasn’t there.

Panic rose in my throat.

I started for the opening to the
cave.

I realized I wasn’t wearing
pants.

I fished them up off the cave floor,
and crawled out of the cave. I stayed low, looking around for the
hunter.

But instead, I saw Christa, a few feet
away, aiming the shotgun at something in the distance.

I stood up. “You shot the
gun?”

She turned to me. “Good
morning.”

“
Why the fuck did you shoot
the gun? You want to give away where we are?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know
about that. But I thought that I should see if I could shoot the
thing or not. I mean, if I’m going to use it to protect myself, I
should know if it’s going to be any good to me, right?”

“
Under normal circumstances,
maybe. But not when there are men with guns looking for us. Get
back in the damned cave before they show up.”

She slung the gun over her
shoulder and put her hands on her hips. “I overheard what you were
saying to Emmett the day he got shot. You said that we needed to go
after Rolf. Cut off the head.”

“
Actually, Emmett said
that,” I muttered. What was her point?

“
We have guns now, Silas,”
she said. “What are we waiting for?”

“
Get back in the cave,” I
said. “We’ll talk about this in the cave.”

She shook her head. “See,
the way I figure it, if the hunters do come to investigate that
gunshot, we shouldn’t be in the cave. We should be hidden and
waiting for them. Then we can shoot them.”

As plans went, it was pretty
good.

I nodded. “Okay.”

She raised her eyebrows.
“Okay? You like my idea?”

“
Yeah, it makes sense,” I
said. I looked around. “Where do you propose we hide to wait for
these guys?”

She chewed on her lip,
surveying the area. “I didn’t get that far, actually.”

I peered up at the morning
sky, at the leaves blocking our views of the clouds and sun. “What
about if we climbed a tree? We’d be able to spot them from high up
to shoot them.”

* * *

I had to retrieve the other
gun from the cave. I also brought some water and trail mix. But
then we quickly found an appropriate tree and climbed up the trunk
as high as we could get. Christa, lighter than me, perched above me
on a branch. I sat below her, leaning against the tree
trunk.

For about fifteen minutes, we were
completely quiet.

And nothing happened.

“
Maybe they aren’t coming,”
she said. “Maybe they didn’t hear the shot.”