Page 39 of Hooked By a Hero
Still, that did not entirely explain why Caspian insisted on wearing his full trousers that covered him from waist to ankles at all times.
That curious thought brought up a thousand others and all the questions Elias had about Caspian’s mysteries. Those things were immediately forgotten, however, when Caspian reached the top of Elias’s drawers, then tugged at the drawstring to loosen them.
“You do not have to,” Elias said breathlessly, raising his arms to rest above his head in a way that stretched his body for his lover.
“Oh, but I want to,” Caspian said, mischief in his eyes.
Elias laughed lightly, but the sound turned into a moan he had to muffle as Caspian reached into his drawers to take out his cock.
It was a beautiful and intimate way to start the morning. Caspian stroked, nuzzled and licked Elias’s balls and cock, pulling back his foreskin so that he could lavish his tip with tantalizing attention for a moment before drawing it into his mouth. In the past week or so, Caspian had been somewhatinsatiable when it came to giving him pleasure in that way. He was incredibly good at it as well.
Elias shifted his arm down so that he could grab a handful of Caspian’s white-blond hair as his orgasm quickly built within him. He had to fight not to groan loudly and express vocally his appreciation for everything his lover was so keen to do for him. As much as he wanted to hold back and let the moment continue indefinitely, he gave in to the sensations Caspian sparked within him, if only to minimize their chances of being caught because he could not contain himself.
He grunted and thrust up as his climax hit him. Caspian moaned and swallowed, as if Elias’s seed were like nectar to him. The warmth and talent of his mouth kept Elias in a state of bliss for a wonderfully long time.
As soon as the pleasure subsided, leaving him panting, Caspian pulled back, then positioned himself on all fours over Elias’s spent and sweating body. He reached for one of Elias’s hands and moved it to the waistband of his trousers, nudging it under the fabric so that Elias could stroke his cock.
“Wait,” Elias said breathlessly, lifting himself up a bit and balancing on his other arm. “I want to suck you. Please let me.”
In all the two weeks that they’d been able to be this intimate with each other, Elias had only had Caspian’s cock in his mouth once, and only then in the dead of night, with no light at all in their hut.
“I cannot wait,” Caspian said, though there was a tense look in his eyes that had nothing to do with the pleasure Elias was certain he felt. “I need you.”
He moved on Elias’s hand, and although every one of Elias’s suspicions flared, he put them aside to give his lover pleasure.
It was beautiful to watch Caspian’s face in the dim light of the hut as he indulged in the pleasure Elias was able to give him. Elias knew there could be more between them. They might havebeen trapped on a remote island, but surely they could find some slippery substance to ease the way for the ultimate communion he wished for.
For the moment, he was content to handle Caspian until his face pinched, his breathing hitched, and warm wetness spread across Elias’s hand and wrist.
“You are so beautiful,” Elias said, pulling his hand out of Caspian’s trousers so he could wipe it on the rag kept beside their bed, then take Caspian’s face in his hands for a long kiss.
Caspian collapsed to his side, and the two of them continued to greet the day with kisses and lighter touches until the sounds of others waking in their camp forced them to be quiet and settle.
“I do not think anyone overheard us,” Caspian said, still a bit breathless, as they lay together, recovering.
“They must not have,” Elias said. He was not certain of it, but it seemed as though the others had developed enough respect for the two of them not to say anything.
Then again, it was entirely possible that no one had said anything to them because they did not wish for anyone to comment upon their activities. Sounds of a similarly intimate nature could just barely be heard from the hut that had been built closest to Elias and Caspian’s, and which was inhabited by Hunt and Ruby. In her usual, defiant manner, Ruby had announced that she would take up habitation with Hunt out of grief for losing her grandfather, but not a soul among the survivors believed that was the true reason.
They were not the only ones. Though the women had initially asked for cabins to be built for them to share as sisters in survival, Elias was reasonably certain Miss Winters had spent the past few nights in the hut Woburn had constructed for himself, and Mr. Cartwright and Lady Adelaide had been growing closer by the day.
Elias could not predict the future, and he hoped they would be rescued before it was necessary, but he was glad to have some experience in birthing babies.
“We should begin the day,” he said, stretching and sitting, then standing from the pallet of leaves and bedding salvaged from the ship he and Caspian slept in. “Brunning wants to attempt a hunt for the wild boar he swears he saw deeper into the island today.”
Caspian huffed a laugh, but instead of joining Elias in getting up, he rolled to his back, rested his hands behind his head, and watched Elias strip off his drawers and quickly bathe using the pitcher and washbasin that had also been rescued from the ship and filled with fresh water from the spring.
Elias knew he was being watched, and because his heart was so much happier than it had any right to be under the circumstances, he made a show of sluicing water over his body and scrubbing it away with the sponge that had been found on the shore.
“You are a tease, Dr. Elias Pettigrew,” Caspian laughed when he caught on to what Elias was doing.
Elias lost some of his bravado and blushed as he finished washing, then dried off and donned clothing for the day. “At least I am brave enough to show my full body to you,” he said, stepping over to kiss Caspian one last time before returning to his morning ablutions.
He finished dressing, brushed his already overlong hair, then stepped over to the hut’s door, which had been woven from palm fronds found nearer to the beach. It was affixed to the doorway with bits of rope taken from the ship, and as soon as Elias untied the part he considered the lock, it swung open.
“Perhaps we could venture out around the island today ourselves,” he suggested. “There are so many parts of our new home that have yet to be explored and mapped. We could finda cozy quay apart from the others where we might enjoy each other’s company more fully for a few days.”
Caspian’s smile grew broad and tempting. “Perhaps we could,” he said.
