CHAPTER 2
NOAH
He didn’t speak. Just reached up and touched my jaw with those rough, oil-stained fingers.
I froze.
“You’ve been looking at me for weeks, Noah.”
“No, I— I wasn’t—”
His hand slid down my chest. My stomach.
“You think I don’t notice those stares? The way you watch me work?”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “You did.”
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my briefs.
“You hard?”
I bit my lip. “Y-Yeah.”
He chuckled low. “I figured.”
And then he dropped to his knees.
Right in front of me.
I gasped. “Wait— Silas—”
“You want this?”
I nodded, voice caught in my throat.
“You sure?”
“Please,” I whispered.
“Good.”
He tugged my briefs down. My c**k bounced free, already hard, already leaking. His eyes darkened.
“f**k,” he breathed. “You’re perfect.”
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