Page 66 of Close Quarter
He fingered the ends of Silas's tie, then pulled it apart. "You argued with me, and I won."
"Yes, you did." Silas dipped his fingers between Rhys's pants and shirt and stroked his waist. "Have I thanked you for bringing me to my senses?"
"No." Rhys unbuttoned the first three buttons of Silas's shirt and trailed his fingers down his throat. Rhys was hard, painfully so. "How many hours until sunset?"
"Several." He spoke low, his accent caressing syllables. "At least three."
A part of Rhys--the one Silas had awakened --wanted to take Silas right there, bend him over the railing and pound into him as hard as he could.
Instead, Rhys leaned down and pressed his lips against the skin his fingers had so recently touched. He worked his mouth up to Silas's jaw and kissed him. There were other options too, different ways to claim Silas. "Sounds like plenty of time."
"For what?" Silas's hot breath touched Rhys's lips; his hands cupped Rhys's ass.
"For you to put that mouth of yours to better use." Rhys took hold of both ends of Silas's tie, pulled him in for a bruising kiss. When he broke it, Silas hissed.
Served Silas right for worrying him so. For not listening.
Rhys sucked Silas's earlobe, then whispered into his ear. "Now get on your knees and fuck me with your mouth until I come in the back of your throat."
Silas's grip on Rhys's ass tightened, grinding their cocks together. "Deck chair." Silas pulled Rhys across to the closest lounge chair. "I don't want you collapsing on me."
Rhys sat on the end, and Silas knelt between his legs. The sun gilded the edges of his black hair and brightened his eyes to gold, a vision of a pagan god.
Silas tilted his head up. "No man has ever ordered me to my knees."
"Their loss," Rhys said. He ran his hands through Silas's curls. "How do you say 'cocksucker' in Latin?"
Silas grunted and undid Rhys's belt and pants.
"Fellator." His lithe fingers freed Rhys's cock and balls.
"You mean like fellatio?"
Silas bared his teeth in a feral grin. "Am I going to have to teach you your own language?
Yes, like fellatio." He stroked Rhys's shaft.
"Though back then, it was considered a passive act."
Anything Rhys had to say in reply vanished from his mind when Silas tongued the head of his cock, then dipped into the slit, licking at the precum collecting there.
Oh fuck.Velvet lips caressed his glans as Silas lowered his hot mouth and sucked Rhys in.
Molten heat shot through Rhys's limbs, and he gripped the side of the deck chair. Silas slid his mouth up and down Rhys's pole.
A passive act? Hell no. Rhys bit his lips and leaned back on his elbows to watch. Silas's eyes were half-closed. A faint trace of teeth scraped Rhys's glans as Silas pulled his mouth back, sending a shower of sparks up Rhys's spine.
Tongue and lips swirled around the head, and then Silas moved his mouth down Rhys's shaft again.
Soft lips ringed Rhys tighter than a fist while Silas's tongue skimmed over his crown, teasing and stroking the length. He quickened his pace.
Rhys wouldn't last long at this rate.
"Slower."
The arrogant bastard chuckled and then licked the very tip of Rhys's cock before kissing it.
Slowly silken lips parted, and Rhys sank into an inferno filled with the soft, slick folds of Silas's tongue. Heat bathed the head. Feather touches pushed into his slit and around his glans. Light flared in Rhys's veins, and his arms shook.
