Page 41 of Tell No Tales
He was just saying that for Vadim's benefit, Vadim was certain. Klaus had been touched by all sorts of men, from visiting dignitaries to merchants with far more wealth than Vadim could hope to amass.
"Lie beside me. I want to touch you, too."
Vadim shook his head. That would break him, having Klaus's hands on him while he had permission to touch Klaus. He would never recover.
"Please?"
Gods, how could he resist? He climbed onto the sail bed, careful to maneuver so that the sail stayed flat beneath them and didn't curl around Klaus's shoulders to restrain him. Vadim wanted him to be free to move, even if that meant flipping to the floor so he could run away.
"I'm not going anywhere," Klaus said, as though he could still hear Vadim's innermost thoughts. "Keep touching me."
They lay on their sides, Klaus's thrusts into his hand rocking them slowly from side to side in the sail bed. Vadim didn't want to rush, especially since he worried this would be the last time Klaus would allow his touch without the protection of his gloves.
Klaus smoothed Vadim's damp hair over his shoulder and trailed a finger along his smooth jaw. "Kiss me, Vadim."
His name on Klaus's lips sent a shiver up his spine. "Aren't you worried I'll lose control?"
"You won't hurt me," Klaus whispered. "Will you?"
Never. But he couldn't promise, not when Coryn had stolen his power so many times before. "Not intentionally." She'd always been close enough to see him, though. He hoped they were too far away.
Klaus scooted closer, thrusting hard into Vadim's fist. The tip of his cock bumped Vadim's hip, leaving a sticky trail of precome. "Kiss me."
Vadim shimmied toward Klaus and buried his nose in Klaus's hair, dragging it down his hairline and drinking him in. He still smelled like salt and sea, but he tasted like sunshine and cedar. Vadim nipped at his collarbone before finding his lips.
Klaus took control, shoving Vadim over on his back and straddling him, holding Vadim's hand around his cock as though he would let go. Then, Klaus kissed him in earnest, stealing his breath and ravishing his mouth. Klaus's kiss was all-consuming. Vadim almost forgot what he was doing. He gave Klaus's cock a squeeze and another stroke and received a moan for his efforts. Gods, Klaus was perfect in every way. Needy and bold when Vadim had been self-denying and meek for too long.
Still, Vadim didn't dare take what he wanted, for fear he would spook Klaus. His cock remained trapped between his body and Klaus's, uselessly dragging along Klaus's taint.
Klaus broke their kiss with a sigh and trailed his hand down Vadim's chest, digging lines with his sharp nails. "Not this time," he said.
Vadim stared up at him, uncertain what he meant.
"You're coming with me. You don't get to make me come again without sharing the experience. I forbid it. You will want me back, damn you."
Vadim snorted a laugh. "You think I don't want you?" Vadim dipped his hips below Klaus's and slid his cock backward along his taint to brush against his hole.
"You didn't come the first time," Klaus whined.
Vadim had been too afraid of his own emotions to give in. Too worried about what it would mean if they shared an orgasm. Too certain it would be the end and Klaus would move on.
"I expected you to last longer," Vadim taunted instead. "I didn't realize your trick was multiple orgasms in a session."
"It's not my only trick," Klaus said. "I have exceptional stamina, I'll have you know."
Vadim loved a good challenge. "Oh?" He twisted his palm around Klaus's cock head and squeezed out another squirt of precome. Klaus made a delightful squeak and collapsed forward on his chest. He thought he'd won, but then Klaus reached between them to take Vadim's cock in hand, too, aligning them together and prying Vadim's fingers from his base. Together, they encircled both of their cocks between their hands.
Klaus caught his other hand and entwined their fingers there, too. Klaus raised them above Vadim's head, leaning on his elbow for precarious balance as the perfect friction and pace brought them closer to the gods with each stroke.
Vadim arched his back, trying to escape the pleasure riding him. He flung his head back, and Klaus kissed along his neck, marking the edges of Vadim's completely unblemished skin where Martiz had healed him.
Martiz. Now there was a thought that would halt his orgasm in its tracks.
"I forbid you to think of him."Klaus bit down on his collarbone and brought him back to the edge of bliss."You're only allowed to think of me."
Fuck, yes. Vadim bucked into their shared grip and lost his hold on reality. Ropes of cum shot between them, both his and Klaus's.
Reality hit like a cold bucket of water. Klaus's last words weren't spoken aloud. Vadim had heard them inside his head.
