Page 48 of Close Quarter
Fucked by Rhys? Oh, how he wanted that.
Silas trembled and opened his eyes. "Di," he murmured, more surprised at his reaction than Rhys's statement.
Rhys trailed kisses down Silas's chest.
"That's not 'yes,' is it?" He paused and slid his hands underneath Silas's ass. "In Latin?"
"It's 'gods.'" Silas pushed Rhys's head farther down his body, wanting to feel those lips elsewhere. He shivered. "'Yes' is... There's no single word for 'yes.'"
"That explains a lot about you, you know,” Rhys said. Then he sucked the head of Silas's cock into his mouth.
Silas tightened his hold on Rhys's head as lightning shot through his veins. Impudent, arrogant, beautiful man. "Yes."
He felt Rhys chuckle around his cock, but the man did not stop, not right away. He slowed, though, until every stroke was wonderfully agonizing. The texture of Rhys's lips, the slight graze of his teeth as he pulled Silas's foreskin up over the head, then pushed it back down. Ripples of heat twined at the base of Silas's spine and set his veins throbbing. The delicate scent of sweet violets drifted around them. Flowers from the fields of his youth.
He would die from this. The first of his kind to be slaughtered by too much pleasure. "Rhys, please. Just--"
Rhys engulfed him completely, stealing breath and words from Silas.
No one had ever done this to him, taken away his thought, his complete control. Then again, he'd never let anyone try. It left Silas wanting more.
Rhys pulled off before Silas could get any rhythm started, licked the head of Silas's cock, then his own fingers. "Yes?" Rhys said.
Wicked amusement in those green eyes.
Rhys's wet fingers delved into the cleft of Silas's ass and teased the ring of his hole. Energy twined about the both of them and Silas fought against the tightening in his balls. "Black bag. Closet. Front pocket." Strange to hear himself panting those words.
"Is that a yes?"
He grabbed Rhys by the shoulders, pulled him up, and shook him. "Gods alive, man! Yes, that's a yes!" He let go. "What do you want from me?"
Rhys grinned down at him, full of mirth and triumph. "You to tell me, in plain English, what you want."
"You infuriating, insufferable--"
"Sexy?"
Silas laughed. In the absurdity of the moment, he could do nothing more. He ran his hands down Rhys's sides, then cupped his balls. "Yes, that too."
Rhys's arms trembled as Silas explored the length of his cock. He fingered Rhys slowly, tracing veins, the scar where he'd been cut. "I want you to come inside me." He'd never thought to say those words to any man. His entire body felt flush.
Rhys leaned down and kissed him, then rolled off the bed.
Silas tried to catch his breath and his mind, because surely he had lost that somewhere. He had intended to put Rhys off, explain why they could not be lovers. Now he was begging the man to fuck him?
Moments later, Rhys was back, towering over him again. "You're terrified, aren't you?"
Terrified? Of a Quarter who slipped past every defense he had, made him lose all discipline, all thought? "Hardly."
Rhys lay down on him and placed his hands to either side of Silas's face. "Horrible liar." Then Rhys's mouth was on his, lips pulling at his bottom lip. And Rhys's hips--ah, they ground Rhys's thigh in slow circles against Silas's cock and balls.
Silas caught the flesh of Rhys's ass and spread his cheeks apart. "Are you nothing but talk and tease?"
Rhys's chuckle was dark and sensuous. He sat up, dislodging Silas's grip. "You hate being out of control."
He stroked Rhys's arms, well aware that his were trembling. Yes. That frightened him. Not the games they were playing right now, but his life tumbling into the unknown. Rhys--not he--had chosen the path they walked along. There wasn't any turning back. Not anymore.
His fate. Rhys's will. Silas's heart felt as though it would beat out of his chest. "'Hate' isn't quite the right word for it."
