Page 10 of Slow Waltz
Rhys didn’t respond. Silas nudged Rhys’s legs apart, freed his sac, and tongued his taint.
Breath left Rhys’s lungs. Ten more decks. He could hold out that long. Every nerve screamed for release.
Once more, Silas gripped Rhys’s shaft and worked his mouth in earnest over the length of Rhys’s cock, pumping and sucking fast and deep. Silas’s other hand stroked Rhys from nuts to hole, then pressed ever so lightly against his ring.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!Rhys banged his head on the back of the car, his whole body tensing. The heat in his core boiled and threatened to slip out of control. He moaned low and long. Deck six. Seven. Eight.
Silas pressed his finger into Rhys and deep throated his cock.
A rushing sound filled Rhys’s ears, and his balls tightened. Nine. Ten.
Not yet!
Silas’s throat milked his entire length, hot and tight. Eleven.
Rhys moaned as his vision blurred.
Twelve. The doors opened. Luckily, there was no one in the hall, since Silas pumped Rhys’s cock faster, probably not bothering to glamour them at all.Wonder what this looks like on the security tapes?
That thought nearly undid Rhys. He cried out as every muscle, every nerve tensed in hope of release. Not yet.Not yet!Silas sucked—and the doors slid closed.
Rhys shouted in triumph, and the world turned inside out. Energy poured through his body, crashed against his soul, and he came hard, the sudden release churning the fire in his veins. Even the air brushing against his skin inflamed his overburdened senses. Rhys clung to the railing of the elevator as his legs gave out. Cum dribbled over Silas’s lips and down his chin. It felt like an eternity until the orgasm receded. Silas let go of Rhys gently and sat back on his heels and licked his well-used lips.
How the heck did he manage to look so collected after swallowing a load? Rhys straightened as best he could on wobbly legs. “I did win, right?”
A bark of laughter was Silas’s answer. “I’ll be your model.”
“Oh, good.” He redressed while Silas climbed to his feet. Rhys grabbed Silas by the shirt collar, licked the cum off his chin, and kissed him hard, tasting himself as Silas’s tongue tangled with his.
Silas grunted and wrapped his arms around Rhys.
It felt fabulous, being held by his fae.
The car lurched downward, and they broke the kiss. Silas—unflappable Silas—was blushing. “That was something else again.”
“The kiss or the blowjob?”
Silas took his hand. “Both.”
The elevator stopped on deck seven, and they exited past the same man Rhys had seen before.
“God,” the man said. “These elevators take forever to come!”
Rhys bit his tongue and kept moving. They pushed open the doors to the promenade deck and stepped out onto the teak planks in tandem. Rhys made it to the railing before losing it to laughter.
“I’m missing something,” Silas said. “What’s so funny?” He faced the setting sun, the light limning his face and hair with gold.
It was going to be such a pleasure to set that form into bronze. “That guy was waiting since we passed the first time.” Silas’s back had been to the hall. He wouldn’t have seen the man.
“Ah. Then to walk into an elevator smelling of sex.” Silas shook his head, but his grin was as bright as the sunlight. He eyed the sky. “We should get ready for dinner.”
Rhys followed Silas back inside the ship.
* * * *
Rhys straightened his tie in the mirror. It was silk, a swirl of greens and blues, and new, bought from the ship’s gift shop right before they came up to the cabin. It made his tan suit look less plain.
In the reflection, Silas leaned against the breakfast table several feet away and rubbed his chin. “You need a better tailor,” he said.
