Single Player by Elia Winters Page B

apart since last week.”
    Oh god. Silas didn’t even know what that meant, but it made him nervous, his heart rate quickening. Even so, his cock was hard, twitching in his pants with his heartbeat, desperate for more. With the only bravado he could muster, he said, “What makes you think you can take me apart? I’m a pretty put-together guy.” He knew it was bluster, since Matthew was making him come undone right now with nothing more than kisses and dirty talk. This time he initiated, leaning forward to press a harder, more insistent kiss against Matthew’s lips.
    Matthew took a fistful of Silas’s hair and tipped his head back, and Silas whimpered and closed his eyes, the sensation so exquisite and overwhelming that he couldn’t help it. Matthew paused, then released his hold on Silas’s hair. “Oh, I think I’m up for the challenge.”
    Silas took Matthew’s face between his hands and kissed him again, momentarily using the advantage of surprise to take the lead. Matthew opened his mouth in shock, stiffening, before he relaxed and kissed back. Silas only had the advantage for a moment, though, before Matthew was tugging him down the hallway, pausing for kisses every few feet until they reached his bedroom. Once in there, Matthew stepped away. The bedroom had its own balcony, and the open blinds revealed the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico beyond the city limits. Silas stared out into the brilliant red-gold sky before Matthew’s hands were on him again and he lost track of himself.
    When they parted, Matthew tugged at the hem of Silas’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Silas kicked off his shoes, the insistence of Matthew’s hands making him undress faster. When he reached for Matthew’s shirt, the other man lifted his arms for Silas to help remove the garment. Interrupted by occasional kisses and touches, they stripped naked, and then Matthew backed him up to the bed and pushed him down.
    Silas sat easily, more surprised than overpowered. From this vantage point, he could study Matthew through the golden light pouring in through the glass doors. He was lean and toned, his skin a rich dark amber all over. Silas’s gaze fell to his cock, which was hard and thick and perfect. He hadn’t gotten to see Matthew naked last weekend, because their tryst had taken place mostly in the dark, mostly dressed, with an urgency born out of trying not to get caught. No one was going to interrupt them here, though. Silas’s initial anxiousness had faded, leaving a calm, focused interest much like when he was working on a particularly difficult problem for work. He could take his time now and enjoy what would likely be some fantastic sex without that terrifying, exhilarating loss of control like before. He felt more grounded in this moment.
    Even as he was examining Matthew, Matthew was studying him, his eyes dark with lust. “Lie down,” he commanded.
    Silas scooted to the middle of the bed, feeling ready to tease again. “Are you going to try and boss me around?”
    â€œWhy, are you into that?” Matthew smirked. “I’ve done a few things in my time.”
    Silas thought of all the possibilities in that statement and blushed, making Matthew smile wider.
    â€œI love watching white boys blush. You’re pink all over.” Matthew climbed up onto the bed on his hands and knees, crawling over Silas and crowding him down onto his back. When Silas was lying down, Matthew sat back to look him up and down. His casual examination was hot. “Look at you. Fuck, you’ve been hiding such a good body.” He ran a hand up Silas’s thigh, his thumb barely brushing the crease of his groin, and Silas felt his hips twitch in response.
    â€œThanks,” Silas responded. “You’re pretty hot yourself.”
    Matthew’s grin was white teeth and amusement. “Yeah, thanks.” He steeled his face into a serious