Page 6 of Slow Waltz
Rhys could only shake beneath Silas’s touch and hold on to the railing. God, Silas could play his body like a fine instrument.
As quickly as Silas had entered Rhys, he withdrew, leaving longing in his wake. Every bit of Rhys ached for him. “Please.” He was begging and didn’t care. He needed Silas back inside him.
Silas stroked Rhys’s sides and cupped his balls briefly. Then the lovely thickness of Silas’s cock was inside Rhys, forcing him off his heels again. This time, Silas didn’t withdraw entirely, but each stroke forward took Rhys completely. Every thrust grazed Rhys’s prostate, sending lightning through his veins. The desire that had been building since they started dancing curled tighter and tighter, stealing Rhys’s breath. Silas gripped Rhys’s hips and rammed into him fast and hard.
Just the way Rhys loved.
If only Silas would bring him to completion. A single touch would do. Frustration ripped through Rhys. He couldn’t let go of the railing, not stretched out like this, not with Silas fucking him so hard. Rhys groaned low and dropped his head once more. This was going to kill him. Need wrecked his nerves, his balls drew tight, and his cock was harder than it ever had been. “God, I need to—” He practically whimpered the words.
Silas thrust into him, deep and quick, pressing against his sweet spot—and the lightning in his veins finally struck. Rhys shouted as he came into the night, shooting his load onto the teak boards beneath his feet. Silas’s low cry became a counterpoint as he pounded into Rhys’s ass and spent himself.
Rhys hung, stretched between Silas and the railing of the balcony, suspended as pleasure coursed through his body. His breaths came in sharp gasps. Beneath him, his cum lay wet and shiny on the deck.And what would the crew think of that?Rhys choked on a laugh.
“Good?” Silas’s voice was rough and just as breathless.
“Always.” Rhys felt Silas slip out of him. The longing returned, but more gentle, like spring mist. They’d have each other for countless years.
Rhys shivered.
Silas helped him forward. “Cold?”
“No.” It took a bit to unlock his hands from the railing. Rhys shook feeling back into them. “Thinking about you and me.”
Silas raised a dark brow but said nothing.
“Love at first sight takes work.”
“I know.” Silas drew him back into the cabin. “This”—he gestured around them—”is easy. It won’t be like this forever.”
“When we get to New York…”
“All the cares in the world await.”
All of Rhys’s unfinished business, all those who wanted a piece of his millions—and now every forest fae would try to claim Rhys from Silas. A rare quarter fae, Rhys could store more elemental energy than any living being. The courts would likely hunt them down and hound them to join. Or take them by force to use Rhys’s talent. “You’re not worried.”
“I am worried.” Silas took Rhys’s hands and kissed them before kissing him lightly on the lips. “But I have two more days alone with you. I’d rather focus on that.”
Rhys kissed Silas back, harder, thrilled that it made Silas swallow a groan. But it was also Silas who broke the kiss. “Bathroom,” he said. “Get yourself cleaned up. We don’t have much time.”
Rhys glanced at the clock. “You’re a bastard, you know?”
Silas smiled. “But you love every inch of me.”
That he did. Rhys let Silas go—reluctantly—and fled into the bathroom to make himself presentable for the afternoon class.
* * * *
They made it back to the lounge just in time for the start of the next session. Rhys’s hair was still damp from showering, his clothes thrown on somewhat haphazardly. Faded T-shirt. Ripped jeans. He looked rather like the starving artist he had been before he’d inherited millions.
Silas, of course, looked perfect, even in the slightly rumpled clothing he’d been wearing before. There were advantages to being fae, Rhys supposed. He merely had a quarter of their blood. Ithadchanged him, but not so much as to look picture-perfect practically all the time.
Though he’d seen Silas at his worst too. He suppressed a shudder at the memory of a pale and bleeding Silas.
“Ah, there are our men!” Scott said, waving them in. “Did you enjoy your lunch?”
“It was delightful,” Silas said. Nothing could erase the smug little smile from his face.
Not that Rhys wanted to. He shrugged noncommittally at Scott.
