Page 55 of Close Quarter
Rhys heard Silas spit. About damn time.
Silas slid his fingers down Rhys's crack and teased his hole, working a finger inside. God, how he wanted to feel Silas's cock inside him. Rhys couldn't help but push back. "I hope you fuck as good as you talk."
Silas spit out a curse Rhys didn't catch.
Fingers spread Rhys's ass cheeks. More spit made makeshift lube. Then the thick head of Silas's cock pressed against his hole. Silas grabbed his hips and thrust forward, entering him and filling him deep in one stroke. Silas's cock stretched him wide and hit exactly the right spot inside. Heat raced through him, and his hands slipped on the shower wall.
His cry of pleasure echoed off the tiles.
Each time Silas moved forward, he drove deeper into Rhys, hitting places inside no other lover had. Hot light filled Rhys's veins and set his spine tingling. The hard slap of Silas's body against the cheeks of his ass sent sparks of heat into his balls. He arched and pushed back, demanding more.
And Silas gave it to him. Somehow Silas had understood what Rhys wanted. Unrelenting, masterful, possessive fucking. To be open to Silas and one with him. A sweet curl of tension filled Rhys's balls and wound tighter and tighter until he could barely breathe.
He so needed this. Rhys placed one hand against the shower wall and circled the other around his cock. Every thrust from Silas made him want desperately to come. His balls ached with need.
Silas pulled him away from the wall and slowed his movements. "No."
Payback, no doubt. Rhys's cock throbbed. He squirmed against Silas. "Please. I need--"
Teeth nipped at his ear. "I know what you need." Silas thrust deeper.
Lightning flashed in his veins. He couldn't speak. Couldn't think enough to put words together.
Silas spoke into his ear again. "Both hands on the wall."
His arms trembled, but he complied. A kiss from Silas to his spine raised goose bumps on his arms and nearly caused his legs to buckle.
"Good," Silas said. "Now leave them there."
With that, he flattened one hand across Rhys's chest, took hold of Rhys's cock with the other, then started fucking him again. Deep. Hard. Only this time, Silas jacked him off as well, using a completely different set of rhythms--sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
The deep strokes set Rhys throbbing inside, but the erratic rhythm of Silas's hand on Rhys's cock made the want in his balls curl all the tighter.
Sweet pain with no relief.
Rhys lowered his head, crying out between breaths, grinding his hips against Silas's thrusts in some effort to gain even a hint of control.
Each time Rhys got close to coming, Silas backed off and changed the tempo. The throbbing light filling Rhys had nowhere to go, but more poured in. His arms shook as every nerve turned to glass. If only Silas would let him break. After the third time, Rhys's legs did buckle. Silas's strong arm about his waist kept him on his feet.
"Silas! Just--" He caught his breath.
"Please!"
"Soon." Silas's reply was guttural, almost a moan. "Very." His fucking changed pace again, this time less controlled. There was no backing away, no more games.
The aching in Rhys's balls tightened once more, but this time it broke. Light spread out from the pit of his stomach to each limb and shattered every one of his nerves. He cried out, coming hard and long.
Silas drove into him, harder and faster, until he came as well, his own cry ragged and loud.
Rhys wasn't sure how they were both standing--the greater part of his weight was supported by Silas's arms wrapped around his chest. Silas trembled against him, his rough breathing blending in with the fall of water.
The stream had yet to turn cold. Damn good shower.
After several moments, Silas kissed his shoulder. "Did I hurt you?"
"No." Rhys took in a deep breath of warm, humid air and found his footing. Every muscle in his body radiated with pleasure. His skin tingled where water hit him. "So did you fuck me out of your system?"
A bark of laughter. "No. Not at all." He loosened his arms.
