Page 49 of Close Quarter
Rhys pushed him down. "What happened to carpe diem?" He didn't wait for an answer before kissing his way down Silas's body.
"'Carpe' implies"--the warmth of Rhys's mouth on the shaft of his cock robbed Silas of most of his breath--"action." The last word was no more than a moan.
"Carpe Silas, then." A snap of a lid, then Rhys slid a lubed finger around the outside of his hole. Warm air surrounded his balls before Rhys sucked one into his mouth.
Silas's cock ached with the need to be in that hot, tight embrace. He thrust upward, seeking some release. But there was no relief to be found in air.
Elemental energy wound up his spine and blossomed at the back of his skull. He crushed the sheets in his fists.
Rhys slid a finger into Silas, then a second, grazing against that spot inside that would send the whole world spinning into oblivion. Again and again Rhys thrust his fingers, working his hole.
Silas moaned, wanting to be filled more, pounded deeper.
Though Rhys licked and sucked Silas's sac, never once did he touch Silas's cock. Maddening.
Silas's balls ached from Rhys's torment, his cock hard with need. Seize, indeed. He reached to stroke himself, find the sweet bliss he craved.
Rhys caught his hand before he got near his cock, grabbed his other hand, and forced both above his head, pinning them against the mattress.
"No."
No?Silas stilled for a moment, then fought to break free of Rhys's grip. Failed. Apparently cords of muscle lurked beneath Rhys's frame. He twisted under Rhys in another attempt to break his hold. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"Yeah." That brash grin lit up his face. "I'm driving you mad."
Every one of Silas's nerves sang with a chorus of desire. Mad? Insane. He stopped struggling.
"That's better." Rhys leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose. "Now let me finish."
"You damn well better." Oh, the things he wanted to do to Rhys. Recompense would be sweet.
Rhys let him go, dragged his fingers down Silas's arms and across his stomach. Every place Rhys touched tingled. Silas trembled as Rhys worked his way lower. This time Rhys did touch his cock, but only tapped a tantalizing rhythm down his shaft.
Not enough. Never enough. Breath hissed out between his teeth. Resisting the urge to touch himself was excruciating, but he wanted to see what Rhys would do to him. He wanted Rhys to fill him, stretch him wide. Again. And again.
Ah, gods.He was lost. Completely. He arched back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
Silas heard the sound of the lube bottle snap open, then close. Rhys pulled Silas's legs up and his fingers slid inside Silas, twisting and stretching. Sparks flew up Silas's spine. Then the fingers were gone, even as Silas bucked his hips up.
"Silas, look at me."
He did as told. How could he not, trapped as he was?If you had known, what would you havedone?
Sweat glistened on Rhys's skin, dampened his hair. His eyes shone with need. The warm, thick head of Rhys's cock pressed against Silas's asshole.
"Thank you," Rhys murmured and pushed forward.
Then Rhys was in him, spreading him open, filling him deeply. Touching every part inside him that craved to be touched. Complete. It was the end of the world when Rhys withdrew. And the beginning of another when Rhys drove in again.
And again.
He hadn't expected to cry out. Certainly he'd been fucked before. Those years--centuries--of experience mattered very little. Rhys was too much, too fast.
And not nearly enough. He wanted--needed more. He moved, matching Rhys's thrusts, urging him deeper. Silas caught Rhys's arms and pulled him down.
And Rhys obliged, nails scraping against Silas's scalp when he tangled his hands in Silas's hair. Rhys kissed him, forcing his tongue past Silas's lips, devouring his mouth.
The world faded down to Rhys relentlessly pounding into him, setting his veins alight. Liquid sunlight pooled inside him and spilled out into his limbs. Just when Silas thought he couldn't be driven any higher, Rhys quickened his strokes.
