Page 35 of Take No Prisoners
Efren's dry cough didn't remove the gravel in his throat. "I don't do repeats." Not since Vadim.
"Technically, we didn't fuck, so you could still fuck me and we can pretend it was only the once." Niall continued to stroke himself, the action drawing Efren's attention so that the rest of the room and even the rocking of the boat beneath him faded away.
"You don't seem the type for a once and done," Efren said. He also hated the idea of casual sex. The thought of hooking up for one night of sex and never seeing the other person again made him queasy enough to keep him on the ship at most ports, and too far in the bottle to take advantage of any offers when he did make it to a tavern.
Niall beckoned Efren to come closer.
Efren unfastened the buttons of his shirt first, still trying to convince his body this was a bad idea, even though Niall looked like everything good and right in the world with his cock in his hand, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
"I'm up for whatever you're willing to give me," Niall said.
"Why?" Efren wasn't usually the object of anyone's affection. He and Vadim had fallen together naturally after months of squabbling like children when they reported for duty on deck. One night, Vadim had been mid-argument, and Efren had shut him up with a kiss. Vadim had slapped him and demanded consent. Their next kiss had been violent and demanding, a force of nature itself. Efren had never felt anything like it with anyone else.
He'd enjoyed kissing Niall, though. Niall was gentle in all the ways Vadim was unrelenting, which had been a welcome change.
Gods, would he never get Vadim out of his mind?
He tossed his shirt aside and went to work on his boots, kicking them off before untying his breeches and pulling them down so he could step out of them.
Niall was here, and he wanted Efren, gods knew why. That was enough.
Niall didn't wait for Efren to join him on the bunk. He stood and kissed Efren soundly on the mouth, so soundly he forgot about Vadim, his crew, and the fast approaching coast of Aquarion. They had over an hour before they needed to be anywhere outside his cabin. Efren intended to put that time to good use and leave all worry about the future for afterward.
Before Niall could pull him down on top of his bunk, Efren pushed him against the wall. He had a reason for it, but the softness of Niall's lips and the sweet sound he made when Efren plundered his mouth almost overtook his priorities. Finally, he remembered the bottle of oil tucked between the boat and his bunk mattress behind his pillow.
Niall's breath tickled his ear as he leaned over to retrieve it.
"You mentioned you wanted me to fuck you." Efren's words were huskier than usual.
"Either way suits me," Niall said.
Gods, the man was too good to be true. The pleasure house madams set him up with bottom after bottom because he was a captain. No one ever asked his preferences, choosing to assume he wanted to top.
"How quickly can you recover?"
Niall's chuckle tightened Efren's balls even more. "You think you can make me come?"
"I insist." Efren wasn't one to leave his partner dry while he finished inside him.
"Don't worry about me. With you, it won't be an issue." Niall chuckled again.
A slight tingle of anticipation sent a ripple of goosebumps up Efren's arms to the base of his neck.
"The question is, can you keep up, old man?"
"I am not old."
"You were in the military with my parents." Niall pushed him down on his bunk and kneeled over him. "I'll be the judge of that."
Niall had pilfered the bottle of oil. He poured a liberal dose into the palm of his hand and rubbed it with two fingers. Then, he wriggled and moaned as those fingers worked their way inside him while Efren watched. Gods, Niall was beautiful. The morning light sparkled across the sheen of sweat on his chest.
He coated Efren's cock with the rest of the oil and lined up over him. Efren felt completely useless and enthralled at the same time as Niall sank onto his shaft with a moan. He fell forward, his head on Efren's chest as his hot channel clenched Efren like a vise.
"You feel so good inside me." Niall peppered kisses across Efren's chest, so soft they tickled his skin with his light dusting of chest hair. "Are you ready?"
"Always."
He was ready for anything with Niall, but the way Niall sat up on his knees and rode his cock as though it were a racehorse amazed him. It was the most erotic thing Efren had ever seen, but the sensation of Niall's undulations on his cock had him squinting his eyes closed and trying not to come too soon. He reached for Niall's cock to keep him grounded in reality. The purple head dripped with precome, and Efren used it to ease the glide of his fist over Niall's foreskin, down his shaft and up again, where another bead of precome waited for him.
