Page 87 of Close Quarter
Silas laughed. There was no doubt that fae blood lingered in Rhys. Wanton, lovely Rhys.
"You're utterly delightful."
"And you're sexy as hell." Rhys wrapped a warm hand around Silas's cock and stroked. "Let me suck you."
There were very few things more enjoyable than Rhys's mouth around his dick. But that wasn't his aim at the moment. He brushed a finger over Rhys's moist lips. "Later."
Brash man that he was, Rhys took that digit into his mouth and tongued it in rhythm to the hand he stroked up and down Silas's dick.Gods.
Lightning traced down Silas's veins, and he very nearly abandoned his plans so he could sink his cock into the wet heat milking his finger.
Silas pulled his hand free, then caught both of Rhys's arms and pinned them down to the mattress.
"Later."
Rhys smiled up at him. "I thought you liked coming in my throat."
"Immensely. But I have other ideas for that lovely mouth of yours."
"Such as?"
"Moaning, screaming in abandon. Gasping.
Random pleading to deities." He leaned down so that his lips hovered over Rhys's. "And that'll be before I actually fuck you."
Rhys's warm breath tickled Silas's wet lips.
"Promise?"
He chuckled and then stole a quick kiss from Rhys. "Yes." He planted another kiss on his chin, his neck, his shoulder, sucking and nibbling down the length of Rhys's body. He kept his hands locked around Rhys's wrists.
When he dragged his teeth across the left side of Rhys's taught stomach, Rhys twisted and moaned.
He loved that sound. Nothing got his cock tighter than Rhys's exquisite babble. He worked his way to the dip of Rhys's belly button and plunged his tongue in.
Rhys bucked his hips. The tip of his penis slid across Silas's chest, leaving behind a trail of wetness that cooled against his skin.
"So demanding," Silas murmured. He regretted having to let go of Rhys's wrists--being caught so seemed to excite Rhys even more than sex in public--but if he truly wanted to hear Rhys in ecstasy, he'd need both his mouth and his hands.
He slid his fingers over Rhys's thighs, then pulled them apart. He lowered his mouth to the sensitive skin under the curly hair near Rhys's sac.
Rhys tasted of salt and smelled of soap, man, pine, and grass.
Silas couldn't help but utter his own moan.
He pushed his cock against the soft, cool sheets of the bed.Amores above.The urge to jack himself off was almost overpowering. Even more so when Rhys's fingers tangled in his hair and ground Silas's head into his balls.
Randy bastard. Silas wrapped his hand around Rhys's cock and ran his thumb over the slick head, while sucking one of Rhys's balls into his mouth. Thick hairs tickled his tongue as he rolled it around the hard nut and swallowed the musky taste of Rhys.
Rhys gasped and loosened his grip in Silas's hair.
He switched to Rhys's other ball.
"Oh, God." Rhys said.
Silas slid his cock along the sheets, his body aching with the need for release. Soon. But first he wanted Rhys's inarticulate cry. He nibbled up Rhys's hard length and drew his tongue over the scar left from where Rhys had been cut. Then kissed the head.
The velvet skin tasted of salt and the sharp tang of Rhys's seed. Silas licked deep into the slit in his glans. Silas's cock throbbed, the sweet pain mixing with the savory taste of Rhys.
