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Silco knows it is the wrong thing to do. He feels sick in the head for even letting this idea pop into his mind, let alone entertaining it.
But he can’t help himself, not when you have started brightening his dull summer mornings with a simple smile. Not when he catches you staring at him resting on the pool lounging chairs in nothing but his swimsuit — which he was forced to wear because of his daughter — and a cigarette dangling from his thin lips.
He seriously can't help it, no, because how can he look away from you shyly smiling at him when he makes a dad joke at dinner with Jinx groaning like a toddler? How can he be normal about this odd feeling inside his chest when your eyes meet subconsciously?
The answer is simple; he is not normal about this, not even near trying to be. It has been so long, if ever , that he has felt such a deep longing inside him. It makes his eye twitches in annoyance because he doesn’t know how to stop it.
You are his daughter’s best friend, much younger than him, much prettier and brighter. He is a rotting old man who survives on booze and nicotine, his line of work is dangerous, and yet, when he looks at you his life is not as colorless as it used to be.
It seems like you know he can’t keep his eyes to himself — both the damaged and the good one — with how you are gliding through the unbearable crowd, arms tangled with Jinx as you both dance, surrounded by your classmates and peers.
Silco does not know why he agreed to help the two of you throw this party. He kind of does, but deep down he does not understand why Jinx insisted on it, all he knows is that saying no to Jinx is the hardest task ever, and worse, saying no to you when you bat your lashes at him and give him one of the sweetest smiles ever that has his heart racing miles.
And now, watching you move your hips to the rhythm with Jinx jumping up and down around you with Ekko, awakens something not so innocent inside him. He looks at your hands caressing your sides as you swing to the beat, raising your arms over your head when the song reaches its climax.
Silco’s grip tightens around his glass, jaw clenching over and over as he sees you interacting with your guy friends and classmates, smiling just the way you smile at him and touching their arms while laughing at some stupid jokes those stupid boys tell you.
He sighs shakily, drowning the rest of his whiskey before he throws one leg over the other as soon as he sits on the couch, spreading his arms over the back of the cushions while he stares at you dancing with a lousy dude who would probably treat you better than him.
He shakes his head slightly, pulling out a cigarette from the pocket of his vest, puffing a few times against the end of the leaf cigar as he lightens the tip, his good eye never leaving you as he closes the lid of the lighter harshly.
He watches you closely, and for a second, your eyes find him, and he looks as if the smoke he exhales takes all the air from his lungs — but in reality, it is your smile that makes his chest tighten and his heartbeat rises rapidly.
You divert your eyes to the bar Jinx had ordered to be made, carefully making your way there and out of his sight.
He sighs, bringing the end of the cigar to his thin lips as he takes a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs while he searches for you among the crowd. He shakes his head in disapproval, pressing his lips into a thin line as he realizes he has been looking for you again, his daughter’s best friend.
Sick old man , he thinks to himself and stands up, ignoring the crowd and the guests that jump on his way, bumping against him with drinks in both hands and murmuring apologies.
Silco holds his hand behind his back as he moves away from the bustle and hustle of the party, sighing in relief when the music starts to fade away the more he walks upstairs.
He groans when he finds boys and girls on the stairway kissing and touching each other while some of the guests are snoozing on the stairs, mentally taking notes to scold Jinx tomorrow for inviting such mindless people into his house.
Someone stumbles on him, legs wobbly and beer in hand as the boy falls on Silco, his drink pouring on Silco’s red shirt and vest, soaking his clothes thoroughly.
“Fucking hell,” Silco grumbles under his breath, trying to keep the boy up as best as he can while beer drips from his shirt on the stairs and the guy drools on his shoulder, “Sit down here.”
He lowers the boy on the stairs, his cigarette nearly falling on the ground as he drops to his knees because of the heavy weight of the guy holding onto Silco tightly, saying something under his breath before passing out, going limp in Silco’s arms.
“Great,” he spits the word out before he untangles himself from the boy and lets him sleep on the stairs, leaving towards his bedroom to change his shirt and wash the beer off his clothes.
With steady steps, he reaches his room and opens the door, making a beeline towards his desk in the corner of the room to put his cigarette out, throwing his head back in defeat when he hears the cold liquid dripping on his shoes.
“What an inconvenience,” he shakes his head, reaching to grab a napkin from the drawer of his desk to wipe the beer as best as he can because he would have to drop his clothes in the washing machine tomorrow.
Silco pulls his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning his vest and dropping it on his desk while he starts undoing his shirt as well, closing his eye when he sees half of the fabric is a darker shade of red, knowing how it will probably stain.
He starts aggressively wiping, but the more he looks at the crumbled napkin, the worse his temper gets, too bad to the point he doesn’t hear the knock on the door, and definitely doesn’t notice you when you walk inside his room.
“Silco—“
“What?” He turns around angrily before his gaze softens when he sees you, body relaxing immediately when he looks at your shy smile, “Sorry, darling, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“No worries,” you say quietly, looking at his shirt and how tightly he was fisting the napkin, “Do you need a hand?”
“No, thank you,” he replies, watching your lips part as your eyes fall on his chest, taking in the freshly exposed skin before you trail your gaze over his neck and up to his face, locking your eyes with his, holding his stare before looking away quickly.
You fiddle with your fingers as you walk toward his bathroom, leaving him breathless on his spot, his fingers nearly tearing through the napkin as he looks at your backless dress, your hips swaying with each step you take.
“Okay…” You search in the cupboard for something, probably the wet wipes Jinx always leaves in every room of the house because she might need them instantly. You mutter a cheerful ‘Aha!’ And stand up, walking back to where Silco is standing before pointing at his shirt, “Can I?”
“There’s no need, darling…” he tries to reach and grab the wipes from your grasp but you pull it back a little, stepping in front of him, shaking your head as you grab his shirt, softly wiping the stain off as best as possible.
“You left the party so early,” you start, looking into his eyes as you keep cleaning his shirt, and he takes his time memorizing every up and down of your face, the curve of your smile when you catch him staring more than you were doing, “Did you not enjoy it?”
“I’m not very fond of these things,” he says, his chest rambling with each word, his hot breath now fanning on your face as he reaches down to hold the corner of his shirt as you press on the fabric harder, “Nor am I young enough to enjoy them.”
“Please,” you scoff playfully, stopping your movements before you reach to play with his collar, feeling the warmth of his body much better now, “You’re not that old, Silco! You can hold your drink and I bet you still have women wrapped around your fingers.”
“I doubt it, darling,” the way the pet name rolls on his tongue makes his fingers itch with desire, and you standing too close to him, your faces mere inches away from each other is not helping his case, “The grey hairs and the damaged eye are not something enjoyable for women.”
“I like them,” you whisper, dragging your gaze over his scar, your hand slowly moving up his neck, your thumb tracing his throat before you hover your fingers over his cheek, “It makes you more dangerous, more intriguing in a good way.”
“Does it now?” He asks, raising his hands slowly to caress your hip, his cold fingers touching the heated skin of your back, “How intrigued are you?”
“Enough to sneak out of the party and follow you to your room,” you bat your eyes at him, cupping the back of his neck after you drop the wet wipes on the floor and drawing him closer so your noses brush against each other, “I would say I am pretty intrigued.”
“We shouldn’t do this, darling,” his other hand comes on your waist, his fingers wandering over your exposed skin, and he feels your breath hitching with each movement, “I’m too old for you…”
“No, you’re not,” you respond, bringing his face closer to you while his arms circle your waist, pressing your body to his, and he closes his eye when you press against his growing bulge, “I want you just as you are.”
“I want you too,” he says and rests his forehead on yours, breathing in the perfume you have put on for the night, “So badly…”
“I…I want you now but I’m scared,” you whisper, “What about Jinx? I love her but if I spend another moment away from you I think I’ll die.”
“You won’t die,” Silco chuckles slowly, one of his hands moving to your back, holding you close as he resumes talking, “We will figure it out eventually. She is a grown woman with a coherent mind, she will understand.”
“I hope so,” you lean closer, your lips only one breath away from his and it takes everything in him not to rush you and kiss you right now, “All summer I’ve been holding myself back.”
“Is that so?” He asks and grabs the back of your neck, ready to close the distance and take your breath away, “I can say the same, only I had to push the feelings down because of our situation.”
“I don’t care anymore,” you breathe out the words, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I need you now, stop this torture and put me out of my misery.”
“Gladly, darling.”
Finally, finally , he closes the gap and presses his lips to yours, tasting the alcohol you’ve been taking earlier. You hum into his mouth and tangle your fingers through his hair, pulling on the roots while he bites your bottom lip, pushing his tongue inside your mouth to taste you wholly.
You moan when your tongues meet, battling for dominance but he doesn’t let you win. He explores your mouth, tasting you like his life depends on it. His chapped lips move against your softer ones, creating a harmony he has never experienced before.
He gently guides you backward towards his bed, eyes closed and lips tangled. Silco keeps his arm around you, steadying you when your knees hit the edge of the bed, and he gently lowers you on the mattress, not breaking the kiss even for a second.
His hands move down to roam your body, feeling the curve of your hips and thighs while he kisses your breath away, fingers vibrating with excitement as he holds you down by his hands on your waist.
You spread your legs for him, making enough room so he can get closer, pushing his knees against your heated underwear enough to have you squirm under him.
Breaking the kiss, you gasp for air loudly, looking up at him with blown-out pupils. He looks just as blissed out as you are, his good eye’s teal iris is no longer visible with how large his pupil has gotten, and his lips are swollen and bruised because of the lack of air from the kiss.
“You are… breathtaking,” he mumbles under his breath, holding himself up by one arm next to your head while the other cups your cheek, “You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of having you like this.”
“Me too,” you nuzzle your face against his palm, reaching to grab the hem of your dress to pull it over your hips, revealing your underwear to Silco’s hungry eye.
He looks at your thighs squeezed together to relieve the pressure building in your core, biting your lip when Silco lets go of your face to trace the pad of his fingers over your inner thigh, loving the way you slightly quiver beneath his subtle touch.
“Take your dress off,” he tells you, sitting up on his knees as he spreads your legs further, watching you pull the fabric off until your chest is bare and the dress is dropped on the floor. He sucks in a sharp breath as he looks down at you, nearly naked as the day you were born, and he thinks about the last time he saw such a beautiful sight.
Never, he has never seen anything nearly as eye-catching as you .
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers and leans down to kiss your neck, attaching his mouth to your sweet-scented skin before he trails his kisses and gentle bites down your front, one hand coming up to play with your breast while he bites on the fat of your other teat.
You groan and push your chest up, reaching to hold onto his head while he licks your nipple and takes it in his mouth, sucking on it a few times before he lets go with a lewd ‘pop’ sound.
“Silco, don’t keep me waiting, please…”
“Patience, dear,” he says, gripping your thighs in his hands before he pulls your underwear down, letting it dangle from your feet before he starts kissing your hip bones, “Great things come to those who wait.”
“I’ve waited long enough!” You whine, sitting on your elbows to look at him, pouting a little when gives you a pointed look, “Don’t make me beg, Silco! I need you so bad.”
“I know, I know,” he shushes you and kisses the fat of your thigh before he leans down to lick a long stripe of your wetness on your folds, making you gasp as his warm tongue draws a pattern over your heated sex, “I’ll give you what you need soon, but you need to let me have my fun too.”
And with that, he dives in like a man starved, sucking on your clit in a way that has your fingers digging into his skull a bit. He groans against you, tightening his grip around your thighs as he nudges his nose to the bundle of nerves, humming when he hears the moan that falls past your lips.
He pulls back suddenly, leaving you whimpering and writhing under him. Silco knows he should make you come first, being a gentleman and all, but for the first time, he decides to be selfish.
“I need to be inside you, darling,” he tells you and flips you over, crawling over you before he leans down and kisses the side of your face, threading his fingers with yours on the mattress while he fidgets with his belt to pull his cock out, “Every minute that I’m away from you is torture.”
“Silco…” you moan, looking at him from the corner of your eyes as he pins you to the bed, finally pushing his pants down while he strokes himself to full hardness, almost spending himself on top of you when he looks down at your winking drenched hole, all ready for him to fill, “C’mere, you’re too far away.”
You somehow manage to wrap your arm around his neck to pull him closer, and he takes this as his cue to line his cockhead with your cunt, pressing his nose into your hair as he gently pushes inside you, groaning as your warmth envelops him completely.
“Fuck, Silco—“ you gasp when he bottoms out, stretching you out deliciously while he reaches deep inside your core, the thick leaking tip of his cock nudging against your sensitive spots, “So good…”
“You feel amazing, dear,” he growls in your ear, letting you adjust his size whilst he holds himself back from ramming inside you like a madman, “You feel even better than what I imagined.”
“Move, please,” you say, pulling on the hairs on the back of his neck. He looks at your mouth falling open when he pulls back slowly and pushes back inside just as gently, “Oh, yes…”
“If you could see yourself now,” he groans, going faster than before, his hips slapping against yours. Silco squeezes your hand, his other hand coming to rest on your waist, keeping you pressed to the mattress while he fucks you harder and deeper too, “So beautiful, darling.”
You can only moan in response, loving how he tries to be careful with his movements, considering your comfort more than his pleasure. So when you squeeze his neck and mumble under your breath ‘Faster, Silco’ with those hazy eyes that never fail to make his heart jump out of his chest, he loses his mind.
“You don’t know what you are asking of me,” he says, breathless by the idea of you granting him the right to take you on his bed — rough, raw, full of pent-up emotions — and then kiss your breath away, “I’ve already been treading on thin ice by holding back.”
“Don’t want you to hold back,” you gasp when he gives an experimental thrust, caging you fully underneath him with both arms next to your head, his nose resting on your cheeks, “Please…”
He doesn’t need any more convincing, instead, he starts hammering his cock inside you, fucking you harder than before while you bury your face into his pillows. His scent fills your nose as his cock does your pussy, and you can’t stop the lewd and obscene noise that leaves your mouth.
He is all you can think of and all your body consumes.
He is not much better; his cock is throbbing deep within your walls and when you clench around, it only spurs him on to go deeper and faster.
Silco’s shirt is now soaked with his sweat, chest glistening with shiny droplets while he watches his cock go in and out of you at a fast pace.
He loves how he fills you to the brim perfectly, and when he senses you are close with how your legs start kicking as soon as he hits your G-spot, he nearly falls on top of you and pistons himself in and out of you.
You come at the same time, falling over the edge of your peak together while he sneaks his hand between your body and the mattress to press circles over your clit, making you gush around him instantly. He peaks at the same time as well; pulling out as fast as possible to stroke himself, spilling his cum all over your back with a groan of your name.
You lay there panting, chuckling breathlessly when he drops his forehead on your shoulder, not wishing to crush you with his weight.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, gently rolling on your back to look at his flushed face before reaching to tuck a gray strand of his hair behind his ear, “I didn’t wear you out, did I?”
“I should be asking you this question,” he chuckles and rests some of his weight on top of you, hiding his face in your neck as he litters your skin with kitten kisses, “How are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” you reply, caressing his hair while you kiss the side of his head, “You?”
“Me too, although I feel like a leg cramp is coming my way soon,” he laughs softly and drops next to you on the bed to catch his breath.
“Oh you poor old man,” you mock him, pecking his nose before jumping down from his bed, hissing when you feel how sore your inner thighs have gotten, “I have to go back to the party. Jinx is probably looking for me.”
“Alright,” he nods, watching you move towards his bathroom to grab another wet wipe to clean his cum off your back, “But we have to talk about this later.”
“Don’t worry, Silco,” you beam at him, pulling on your dress before turning your back to him, mentioning for him to help and pull the fabric up from your thighs, “I’m not running away without you.”
“Okay,” he kisses your shoulder and smiles, staring at you while you reach the door of his room, “See you around, darling.”
“Have a great night, Silco.”