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A quirk of a dark smile formed in the lips of the man--the fae--on the other side of the table.
"That can't be real. You can't be..."Oh fuck.
Silas's looks, his passion and strength, that no one else on this entire ship wanted to jump the man-- as crazy as it sounded, the explanation fit. Except maybe--"I'm not being punked, am I?"
Lines of consternation appeared on Silas's forehead. "I don't even know what that means."
Oh."Tricked. Pranked."
"No." Silas rose and towered over the table.
"Do you require more proof?"
He was afraid to say yes. Afraid to say no as well. "What are you going to do?"
"I haven't decided." He rounded the table and looked down at Rhys. "Truth is, I could lay you out on the table, strip you naked, and fuck you senseless, and no one would bat an eye. In the end, our waitress would simply come over and offer us dessert."
Rhys's mouth went dry. His whole body felt like fire. "You're not going to..." Silas knelt.
"No." Silas grasped the leg of Rhys's chair and pulled it sideways. "The china's too nice to simply push to the floor. I have another idea." He reached for Rhys's belt and unbuckled it.
His objective became blindingly obvious.
"Silas!" Rhys hissed his name. "You can't!"
"I can. I will." Silas looked up. "Unless you tell me to stop."
Rhys stared at those amber eyes. Oh God, he really was telling the truth. He should tell him to stop, voice that one simple word. More than anything else, he ached for this man. Fae.
Whatever the hell he was.
A grin parted Silas's lips. He unbuttoned Rhys's pants, pulled the zipper apart, and then shoved his underwear down.
Cool air surrounded Rhys's erect cock. A blowjob in the middle of a restaurant. Talk about a wicked wet dream come true.
"Last chance." Whispered words, smooth as silk.
"Do it." His own voice was guttural.
A chuckle, then Silas's hot mouth engulfed the head of Rhys's cock as Silas wrapped his hand around the shaft.
The slick, soft heat and the flick of Silas's velvet tongue over Rhys's crown caused every part of his body to tingle at once. Deep inside Rhys, a chasm formed that could only be filled by that heat. "Oh fuck." He tangled his fingers in Silas's hair and bucked forward.
Silas obliged and took more of Rhys into the wet softness of his mouth, before pulling back. The cool touch of air on Rhys's shaft sent more fire into his veins, and to that aching place inside. Then Silas's mouth engulfed Rhys again.
Pulses like electricity zinged over Rhys's skin.God.Silas's tongue caressed the side of his shaft, flicked over his glans and the slit at the top, and the pulses turned into sparks.
The air around them smelled like a rainy summer night, the windows open. Damp oak leaves and a warm, wet wind that carried just a hint of honeysuckle.
Oh hell, maybe he really was fae.
Rhys looked down at Silas swallowing his dick. The sight of those perfect lips stretched open around his shaft caused that ache inside him to throb. And then Silas hummed, a gentle sound of pleasure that vibrated through every inch of Rhys's body. Fire rushed into the chasm inside Rhys, and his balls tightened.
"Silas, I--"
Rhys came, clenching Silas's hair and calling his name out loud in the middle of a five-star restaurant on a damn cruise ship.
Apparently Silas was the type of guy to swallow. Because he drank every drop of Rhys's cum and licked his cock clean. Then Silas tucked Rhys back into his pants. Even zipped and belted them back together.
