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Rhys felt more alive than he had in weeks.
Months, maybe. Every inch of his body hummed.
He didn't want it to end.
The man shifted, moving his leg away from Rhys's cock.
Damn it!
There was a tugging at Rhys's belt, then at his pants. Oh shit, the guy wasn't going to--Rhys moaned into the man's mouth. Yes, yes, he was.
The fingers Rhys had sucked encircled his cock, exploring his shaft and teasing at first. Then the man stroked his thumb over the tip and set up a rhythm that sent lust down into Rhys's feet and out to his fingertips.
Oh fuck.He didn't usually come from handjobs, but the heat of the man, his mouth, and his damn hand set every nerve in Rhys's body on fire.
It didn't even take that long. Rhys tried to hold back--wanted to hold on to this moment forever--but the heat in his veins curled into his balls and then rose. Rhys rocked against the man and came, his shout swallowed by the other's mouth.
Once Rhys had come down a bit, the man broke the kiss. He trailed cum-covered fingers up from Rhys's crotch, leaving wetness behind on his stomach. He stroked those same fingers against Rhys's lips.
"Now you're as sticky as me," that velvet voice said. "An even exchange, don't you think?"
Rhys tasted himself. Little pinpricks, like cold mist after a rainstorm, traced down his arms, and he shivered, but before he could suck on the guy's fingers again, it was gone.
The man chuckled and let Rhys go.
"Wait." Rhys caught the man's arm. "Your name. You have to tell me your name."
"Do I?" The man broke from Rhys's grasp.
Stepped back. He sucked a smear of cum from the tip of his index finger and then grinned. "Perhaps you should have asked for my name before you offered to lick my body." Still cleaning his fingers, the man stepped out of the alcove and strode down the hall.
Gone. Again.
Fucking hell.Rhys exhaled and leaned back against the wall.
That had to have been the single most erotic thing he had ever experienced. It was the kind of encounter he'd envisioned happening on some tropical party cruise, not during a stuffy transatlantic crossing. On the first night, no less.
His body burned from the man's touch. And for it. That mouth, those hands. Just thinking about them had him hard again.Shit.That never happened, not after coming so damn fast.
From morose to horny as hell. He was supposed to be getting his head on straight, not getting his rocks off. He didn't even know the guy's name. Needed it, needed to find him again.
Wanted to yell that name out loud when he came.
Rhys took a swallow of air.Damn.
The waiter in the lounge would know. Had even said his last name. Rhys racked his brain but couldn't remember.
Fuck.
Right. First things first. He needed to clean up. Sticky wasn't the half of it. He glanced down.
Yeah, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what had happened to him.
He zipped himself up, fastened his belt, and tucked his shirt in.
The long way back to his cabin was safer than the main hall. Wouldn't that make another interesting photo shoot? The newly minted millionaire with cum-stained pants.
Rhys swallowed the lust in his throat. He had to find that guy again. It was irrational, but for the first time since the reading of his mother's will he felt like himself again.
