Page 52 of Hooked By a Hero
His words were bitter, but he leaned closer to Caspian, resting a hand on the side of his face and kissing him sweetly to lighten the moment.
His kiss did more than just lighten things. Caspian made a sound of appreciation and combed his fingers through Elias’s hair, holding the back of his head and returning Elias’s kiss with fervor. Every bit of the heat that had been chased away by Ruby’s arrival returned. Not only did Elias throw himself into kissing Caspian, he boldly straddled his lover’s lap clasping his face in both hands, and increasing the intensity of the moment.
“No more interruptions,” he panted between kisses, as if he had the power to tell the heavens as much and they would make it so. “I have wanted you for months now, and if this is the only moment I am given to have you, then I want that more than anything.”
“Yes, please,” Caspian said, grinning up at Elias as he spread his hands up over Elias’s sides under his shirt.
Elias did not waste time from that point. Their history of interruptions, and the knowledge that they were mostly out in the open with an entire settlement of people only a quarter of a mile away, made him rush where he would have otherwise taken his time. He worked through a few buttons on his shirt, then lostpatience and pulled it up over his head. He tugged at Caspian’s shirt as well, pulling it off as Caspian laughed with joy.
“In a hurry, are we?” Caspian asked, rolling Elias to his back on the scratchy blanket and going straight for the fastenings of his trousers.
“We have a history of interruptions,” he panted, fumbling with Caspian’s trousers in return.
They both laughed. It was a blissful kind of madness to tear at each other’s clothing so hurriedly. Their hands worked at cross-purposes, getting in each other’s way as they tugged and wrestled with fabric, buttons, and ties. Elias was finally forced to move his hands away just as Caspian’s straining erection leapt free of the opening of his trousers as Caspian pulled hard at his own.
“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Caspian said, shifting to straddle Elias’s thighs so that he could pull his trousers down far enough to expose his eager cock and balls.
“I was thinking the same thing this very moment,” Elias laughed.
Caspian smiled down on him, framed with the night sky and a thousand blazing stars behind him as Elias drank in the sight of him. He was otherworldly in so many ways, and shockingly, Elias did not care. He loved Caspian, and he would continue to love him no matter what.
Caspian bent down to kiss Elias’s panting mouth, then trailed kissed down his neck and across his chest. He kept going, filling Elias with exquisite pleasure, until he reached the juncture of Elias’s thighs. He nuzzled his balls holding and teasing them with one hand, then licked his way up to the dripping tip of Elias’s cock before taking it into his mouth.
Elias groaned shamelessly as pleasure filled him. Caspian was astoundingly good with his mouth. He sucked and swallowed, clearly enjoying every moment and every inch. Eliascould have lost himself in the bliss and rushed toward his orgasm, but he wanted more than that.
“Wait,” he panted, gripping Caspian’s shoulders and pushing him back. When Caspian pulled off his cock and looked at him questioningly, Elias said, “I know the truth now. The entire truth. It is time I enjoyed you.”
Caspian grinned impishly. “I have no objection to that.”
Elias met his smile with one of his own, then scrambled out from under Caspian. They wriggled out of their trousers, their sweaty bodies picking up far more sand than Elias would have liked in the process, and once they were naked, they switched positions entirely.
Elias gazed down at the wonder of Caspian’s body, his own cock protruding hungrily as he drank in the sight in front of him. Caspian was as powerfully formed as any man, and now that he could see past the strange, scaly appearance of his legs, Elias appreciated just how perfectly formed the man was.
“I think I could worship this body forever,” he said, using his knees to push Caspian’s thighs further apart as he bent forward to balance himself above him. “In whatever form it might take.”
“I would not mind,” Caspian said cheekily.
Elias silenced his lover’s laughter with a kiss that left them both hot and groaning. He could have explored Caspian’s mouth forever, and someday he would lie with the man and do nothing but kiss him until they were both exhausted. But the time had finally come when he could touch and taste and learn the rest of Caspian’s body fully, and he had no intention of wasting it.
He stroked his hands along the lean muscles of Caspian’s sides, learning his shape and feeling the shivery reactions of his touch. He traced a path with his tongue down Caspian’s neck and kissed his way to one of his nipples, teasing and suckling it. Caspian’s breathing hitched and he squirmed under the onslaught, clearly wanting more.
Elias gave him more, planting soft kisses over Caspian’s chest and belly, then repositioning so that he could explore the silky softness of Caspian’s inner thighs. Caspian did not seem to be particularly sensitive to touch on the scaly part of his legs, but the way Elias kissed and touched his inner thighs had him panting and moaning with pleasure to such a degree that Elias nearly laughed. Were a merman’s inner thighs as sensitive as his cock and balls and hole? Elias looked forward to a lifetime of finding out.
“I am close,” Caspian warned him, arms flailing a bit, as if he did not know what to do with them or what to grasp hold of as pleasure swallowed him.
“Good,” Elias said, brushing his stubbly chin up the inside of his thigh, then finding his length and dragging his mouth along it until he could take Caspian’s tip into his mouth.
Caspian let out a ragged sound as Elias grasped his base and held his shaft up so that he could bear down on it. He might not have been four hundred and ninety-seven years old, but Elias had swallowed a cock or two in his life and knew what to do. He sucked as he pulled back then plunged deeper, over and over, working up his nerve more with each bob until he was able to take Caspian nearly all the way to the root. As he did, he slipped a hand under Caspian’s balls, seeking out his tight hole with his fingers. When he found it, he pushed one finger slowly in, mindful of the lack of anything to ease the way.
His efforts were successful. Caspian sucked in a hard breath, then let it out on a deep groan as his body spasmed, sending bursts of salty cum straight to the back of Elias’s throat. It felt amazing to swallow his lover. The very act of feeling Caspian’s pleasure had his own balanced on a knife’s edge. When he could no longer stop himself, he pulled back and knelt straddling Caspian’s thighs.
He intended to stroke himself off and paint Caspian’s belly with his cum, but Caspian reached for his erection and did the honors himself. The surety of Caspian’s fist as he gripped Elias’s cock and stroked it did everything Elias needed. He let out a plaintive sound as lightning pulsed through him, sending jets of pearly white across Caspian’s pale skin. The pleasure went on and on, and even when he was spent, Elias wanted more.
“I love you,” he said, collapsing to his side and taking Caspian with him.
“I love you,” Caspian echoed, pressing their overheated bodies together in a sticky, sandy embrace as they kissed.
So much tension had been released as they’d shared the deepest intimacy at last. It was wonderful, and Elias wanted it to go on and on. He wasn’t ready to fall into sleep, as heavy and exhausted as his body now felt. He wanted to enjoy Caspian for as long as he could and in as many ways?—
