Page 9 of Slow Waltz
“Not here?” Silas took his hand and stood.
Even with Silas’s glamour protecting them, there were too many families on the deck. He was crass but not that tasteless. He shook his head. “I have an idea.” He led Silas back toward the prow of the ship, to the bank of elevators that serviced only cabins.
Silas pulled him to a stop. “You can’t be serious.”
“What?”
“You want me to go down on you in an elevator?”
Rhys grinned. “Yup. Is it a problem?”
Silas ran a hand through his dark hair. “It’s tricky to glamour, if someone is actually standing there when the doors open. And besides…” He waved his hand in the air as if trying to think of the right words. “Don’t you think that’s just a bit…”
“I want to see if it’s as good as they say.” Rhys pressed the Up button. “And how fast that mouth of yours can make me come. I’m betting it’ll take riding down, then up, then down again.”
“Surely not that long.Maybedown, then up.” Trust a challenge to interest Silas.
“And the winner gets?” If they were going to do this properly, they’d need to start at the top.
“I haven’t tied you up yet.” Also trust Silas to think he’d already won. This could be quite a lot of fun.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. It was empty. Rhys stepped inside, pressed the top deck, and leaned against the back of the car. “And if you lose, will you pose for me?”
“Pose?” Silas stalked into the elevator and placed a hand to either side of Rhys. He leaned close as the elevator doors slid closed.
“For me to sculpt. Naked. As I see you.” Silas’s glamour didn’t work on Rhys. He’d be fixing fae beauty into a form humans could see.
Silas hovered close, his scent like a forest at night, dark and heady. “A dangerous request.”
The car began its ascent. “Well, if you’re scared—”
Silas crushed his lips against Rhys’s in a passionate kiss that tasted of chocolate and fire and life. In his mind, Rhys glimpsed pitchers of wine, grapes, and writhing flesh dancing around a bronze sculpture that seemed to move in the torchlight. It didn’t look like Silas—but it was of a male fae. The chime of the elevator pulled Rhys out of Silas’s memories. Rhys broke the kiss. “Oh.”
“Might be interesting. I’m game.” Silas stepped back and smiled like the devil.
While the walk from their table had softened Rhys, Silas’s kiss and memory had him rock hard again. The doors opened. “Cheater.”
Silas merely pressed the lowest deck button—two—and knelt, sliding his hands over Rhys’s stomach and thighs on the way down. The doors slid closed as Silas deftly undid the button and fly of Rhys’s jeans and tugged all the intervening fabric to the floor. Before the car even moved, Silas’s hot mouth enveloped the head of Rhys’s cock.
The floor dropped. Fire seemed to dance in Rhys’s veins. He gripped the railing that ran around the car walls, braced his legs, and leaned his head back against the wall. Ten decks down. Ten up. If he could hold off his orgasm past that, he’d win.
Silas swallowed his entire length and fondled his balls. Spots of light danced in Rhys’s vision, and molten heat dripped straight down his spine to the base.Damn. He’d asked for this, even goaded Silas on, and it was fucking wonderful. Silas pulled back until only the head was in his mouth. Cool air replaced the heat of Silas’s mouth around Rhys’s shaft. He bit his lip to keep from gasping. This game was also going to be a whole lot harder than he’d thought.
The car lurched to a stop on deck seven and Silas pulled off Rhys’s cock entirely. A different look of concentration crossed his face. The doors opened, and a man was standing in the hallway, fidgeting with something in his pocket. He didn’t see them at all. Instead he looked back and forth—watching the other doors, Rhys guessed—and muttered something about slow elevators.
The doors closed, and Silas licked the slit of Rhys’s cock before sliding his soft lips over the head. He sucked hard.
Pinpricks of heat ran down Rhys’s arms. He hissed and resisted the urge to buck forward, to give any aid. Normally, he liked actively fucking Silas’s mouth, but this time, Silas was on his own. Rhys pushed back the desire curling inside him and tried to ignore the heaviness in his balls Silas so lovingly massaged.
Why the hell had he thought to make this a game?Oh God. Deck four. Three.
Silas gripped the root of his shaft in one hand and pistoned his mouth forward and back—faster than Rhys thought possible. He curled his toes in his shoes. For the second time in a day, he found himself hanging on to a railing for dear life. Fire swept down every nerve.
The elevator dinged. Deck two. Silas paused. Rhys gulped for air until the doors slid open. No one in the hall, though the thrum of the ship’s engines rang through the corridor. It was more humid here. Warmer. Silas twisted around and hit the button for deck twelve.
Rhys’s entire body hummed, and not from the ship’s vibrations. His cock and balls ached, and he wanted nothing more than to see cum leaking from between Silas’s ruddy lips.But not yet, damn it!
“You’re close,” Silas murmured. He took one of Rhys’s balls into his mouth, and the doors closed.
