Page 88 of Close Quarter
Rhys had grown still and quiet but for delightful gasps and a constant shaking in his legs.
Silas opened his mouth and drew Rhys in.
"Oh shit!"
Not exactly the cry Silas wanted. He'd have to do better.
He pulled Rhys into his mouth, loving the contrast from the silky head to the hard-veined length of Rhys's shaft. Ragged breaths from Rhys heated Silas's blood. Wanting to hear more, he milked Rhys's dick with his mouth, then sucked hard. Silas withdrew so slowly that he could map each bump and vein as they passed beneath his lips. Rhys quivered against Silas. Slowly he took Rhys back in. And there was Rhys's cry he so desired, a sound of abandonment and wonder.
Silas answered back with a low moan he couldn't have stopped had he tried.
And now, at last, Silas could give in to his own body. He fisted his cock and then spread precum over the head and down his shaft. Need twined in Silas's belly, and his arms trembled with exertion, even as he pulled his mouth up on Rhys's cock again.
Would that they could stay like this forever, caught between pleasure and release. But even he didn't have that kind of control.
When the tenor of Rhys's moans changed, he stopped sucking on Rhys's cock.
Nails bit into his skull. "Damn it, Silas!"
Rhys's voice was rough and angry.
He sat up and stroked himself faster. He wasn't about to search out his bottle of lube, but his cock was slick enough. With one hand under Rhys's ass, Silas pushed the head of his cock against Rhys's hole.
Rhys threw back his head, his anger replaced by a throaty cry.
Silas slid the head of his cock into Rhys, then stopped. Blazing heat surrounded him and gripped the head tight. The muscles of Rhys's hole rippled, milking Silas, and a flash of euphoria hazed his vision. Silas held himself there, savoring the moment. Gods, did he love entering Rhys. Being one with him.
Rhys closed a hand around his arm. "Don't you dare stop." There was more growl than speech in his words. Sweat had beaded on Rhys's forehead, dripped down his face. Wet lips, open mouth, he stared up. "You damn well better finish what you started."
Silas pushed himself farther in. Rhys moaned and let go of Silas's arm.
Silas placed his other hand under Rhys's ass as he thrust in and out. Every pulse of Rhys's asshole sent sparks flaring up Silas's spine.
Perspiration rolled down Silas's face, into his mouth. His grunts mixed with Rhys's moans and the slap of flesh as he drove himself forward.
Pinpricks danced along Silas's veins as light curled into his stomach. He fought the growing tension.Not yet.
Rhys bucked and panted beneath Silas. All well and good, but anyone could do that to Rhys.
Silas wanted--needed--to give Rhys more.
Inscribe himself onto Rhys's memories. Brand Rhys into his being. Silas shifted angles, looking for the one that would slide him against the correct spot, the one that would shatter Rhys to pieces.
He'd better find it soon. The pool of fire at the base of Silas's spine threatened to blaze out of control. He couldn't hold it back much longer, though he wanted to. Wanted to hang in that sweet pain and give Rhys all he could, forever. Silas pounded in and up.
Rhys gripped the sheets with both hands and arched his spine. He opened his mouth in what would have been a scream had any sound come out.
There.He slowed his strokes but hammered each one harder.
Rhys squirmed underneath Silas. He tried to reach for his cock, but Silas thrust into him before he touched himself, eliciting another shattering tremor in his body.
A different fire flared in Silas. Why hadn't any other lover given Rhys this? He'd seen enough of Rhys's past to know no one had. Anger gave way to satisfaction inside Silas. Now no one else ever would. Rhys was his to love. To cherish.
Entirely. Silas pistoned Rhys's ass as fast and deeply as he could.
"Oh fuck!" Rhys's eyes were wide, his hands balled into fists against the bed. He threw back his head and groaned as ribbons of cum landed on his chest.
That cry and Rhys's ass tightening around him cracked what little control Silas had. Lightning clouded his vision as his balls tightened. He slammed into Rhys. Every inch of Silas's body seemed to cry out as he emptied himself. His cry was just as guttural and long as Rhys's.
