Page 33 of The Hitman's Omega Priest
“I’d better fill you up then, omega.” Bishop hauled Kensley up onto his hands and knees, and began to fuck him. The familiar slip and slam drove Kensley forward, and he braced against the ornate headboard while his lover drove into him. Drove him higher with each thrust, until Kensley was soaring toward a quick release.
His come splattered the bed beneath him, and Kensley collapsed, his shaking arms unable to keep him upright. Bishop pulled out, and then rolled Kensley onto his back. Anticipating what his charus wanted, Kensley opened his mouth. Bishop knelt over his head, but instead of pushing or choking, he gently eased his cock between Kensley’s lips, giving him time to adjust. To relax his throat and take what was offered as deeply as possible. Kensley’s eyes watered from the stretch, but he didn’t loosen his grip on Bishop’s thighs. He kept his lover there until Bishop threw back his head and came.
Kensley did his best to swallow what Bishop gave him, savoring the salty tang he caught on his tongue, but most went straight down his throat. Filling him up just as Bishop had promised. When Bishop stopped coming, he slipped down and rolled them so Kensley was on top, their spent dicksrubbing together while they gently kissed. Bishop wiggled a finger between Kensley’s cheeks but didn’t probe or press, just rested there. Kensley enjoyed the dominant position for a while, perfectly content until his stomach released an audible growl.
Bishop laughed. “Guess I didn’t fill you up enough.”
“It was plenty, but I think I need some carbs.” Kensley kissed Bishop’s lips, nose and chin. “Maybe after a shower. I’m sticky all over.”
“Then let’s see about cleaning those nooks and crannies.”
“Please.”
After a lot of time and touching in the shower, Kensley and Bishop eventually stumbled into the kitchen and prepared a simple breakfast. They only wore board shorts, and Kensley felt no shame in being nearly naked while scrambling eggs and searing sausages. He’d cooked breakfast hundreds of times at the abbey while fully dressed in robes and shoes, but this was a thousand times better. Freer. Kensley was cooking food he loved, for a man he loved, in clothing that made him comfortable.
Once they’d tucked into the food and cleaned up their mess, Bishop led him outside to the wide patio that faced the ocean. Salty sea air stung Kensley’s nose and eyes. He inhaled deeply, barely able to see the vast ocean a few hundred feet ahead, past a line of palm trees, shrubs and small, native plants.
“I’m going to check in with Walsh,” Bishop said. “If he gives a clear report, I’d like to go down to the beach for a while. Swim a little and enjoy the view.”
“I’d love that. I’ve never swam in the ocean before.”
“Can you swim?”
“A little. I swam in a public pool a few times when I was a kid.” Kensley was a touch nervous, because a giant ocean with waves and currents was a lot scarier than the shallow end of an indoor pool. “The ocean is so big. Is it okay to be scared of it?”
“Of course. How about we do small steps? Instead of the ocean, how about the lagoon? There’s no current and the water is very gentle.”
“Okay.”
“Great. Give me five minutes?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
After Bishop went inside, Kensley rested his hands on the waist-high stone wall surrounding the patio and stared out at the slip of blue ahead of him. It would be so easy to take a boat and disappear into the sea, to go where no one could track them, settle someplace like castaways on a deserted island. But that wasn’t realistic, and the ocean was dangerous, if you didn’t know how to travel on it. Kensley had no clue how, but part of him would rather risk the ocean’s danger than whatever King’s enemies might do if they caught him.
Shivering despite the warm sun, Kensley wrapped his arms around his middle and tilted his face to the sky. He sensed more than heard Bishop’s approach, and when he blinked his eyes open, he laughed at the sight of Bishop loaded down with equipment: at least two towels, an umbrella in a bag, and two sand chairs, plus a small cooler slung over one shoulder.
“Can I carry something?” Kensley asked.
Bishop handed him the cooler but kept everything else. He winked then led Kensley across the patio to a gate, which opened onto a sandy path that wound into the underbrush. Instead of heading for the beach ahead, they went to the right (Kensley had no idea the actual compass direction), through a thick overhead covering of palm fronds and other brush.
The path widened onto a sandy beach that stretched left and right in a semi-circle around a calm body of blue-green water. Farthest from them was the actual ocean, which entered the lagoon on a froth of gentle waves, which were barely ripples by the time they reached shore. The lagoon was probably a hundredyards at its widest, most of the beach shadowed by the trees surrounding its perimeter.
Kensley stared in awe of this beautiful, secluded slice of nature. The air seemed cooler here, the scents of salt and flowers stronger, everything somehow…magical.
“If heaven is a real place,” Kensley said, “this is it.”
Metal clanked as Bishop put his burdens down, and then warm arms wrapped around Kensley’s waist from behind. Bishop rested his chin on Kensley’s shoulder, and Kensley felt the broad smile on Bishop’s face. “I’ve been here a few times, but never in my life has it felt so much like paradise.”
“Can we stay here forever?”
“How about we stay in the moment? No later, no tomorrow, just now.”
“I love the sound of that.”
After sharing a long kiss, Bishop put up the sun umbrella, while Kensley organized their chairs and towels. Before Kensley could walk to the water, Bishop pulled a bottle of sunscreen out of a cooler pocket and wiggled his eyebrows. They were both hard, erections straining against their shorts, by the time they’d slathered the other person with the coconut-scented lotion. But as much as Kensley loved being fucked by Bishop, he was starting to feel it, even with his natural slick.
Curious how long Bishop could resist him, Kensley took off for the shore and splashed into the cool water up to mid-calf. Sand tickled the soles of his bare feet, which were magnified by the clear water. He had no idea how deep the water got, but he had no fear of it. Not with Bishop walking up behind him, a wide grin on his handsome face. His burn scars stood out more in the bright sunshine, but he didn’t seem aware of them.
