Page 23 of Across the Sapphire Sea
As Elias massaged the cock in his mouth with his tongue, Valeri massaged the soap into his hair. Motions languid, neither of them rushed, both basking in sensation.
Fingers swirled around the base of his skull with the same rhythm Elias set with his mouth. The sound of the water rippling filtered pleasantly to his ears. He sped up. When he gave a good, hard suck, Valeri fisted his hair and tugged.
“That’s it,” Valeri gasped. “So lovely.”
Elias enjoyed the praise almost as much as the hair pulling. He leaned into it, silently asking Valeri to grip harder. But instead, Valeri let him go and pulled out from his mouth, panting and desperate. Such a sexy look on him. Elias swiped spit from his lips with his tongue. Valeri followed the movement with his gaze and then his finger. Elias sucked it into his mouth.
“Shall I let you finish me with your mouth or do you want me to fuck you?”
Elias let go of the tub to grab the backs of Valeri’s thighs and yank him closer. “Both. We have all night. Don’t be lazy.”
A rumble of laughter spilled from smiling lips. “As you command, my sweet. But first, tip your head back or the soap will get in your eyes.”
Elias let his head be guided this way and that as Valeri poured cup after cup of water over his hair until all the soap was rinsed away. When finished, he palmed Elias’s cheek, and their eyes locked.
“Use me,” Elias ordered. “I need you.” He opened his mouth.
Valeri thrust his cock so far into Elias’s throat as to nearly choke him.
Groaning in delight at the rough treatment, Elias dug his fingers into the muscles of Valeri’s ass and encouraged his pumping. He reached between Valeri’s legs to stroke his sac, already tight and drawn, ready to give up its prize.
Elias hummed and moaned around the thick shaft until seed burst down his throat. Valeri held him in place with hands on the back of his neck, not that Elias wanted to be anywhere else, but the desperation in his touch felt amazing.
Smoothing his hands down Valeri’s thighs, Elias kept still otherwise. He raised his gaze so Valeri could admire the view, then, ever so slowly, pulled off his cock with a decadent wet sound. He licked his lips and sank farther into the tub. The hot water made his body loose and pliant, except for his cock, which was hard as stone. He left it untouched, enjoying the denial.
Valeri smirked down at him, gaze fond, eyes hazy from lust. “You vixen. You incubus. You darling, clever harlot,” he purred, kneeling next to the tub. “Kiss me with that filthy mouth of yours.”
With a delighted grin, Elias complied, pressing their lips together with urgent desire. Valeri deepened the kiss, and Elias opened for him, allowing him to lick his own taste from his tongue. When Valeri kissed him like this, he could forget his own name. He sighed his pleasure into Valeri’s mouth. This was a wonderful way to ignore all their problems.
“Perhaps you should actually wash?” Valeri suggested, his voice dropping an octave in post-orgasmic bliss. “Turn around, I’ll do your back.”
Elias let Valeri scrub him down, shivering when he got to the swollen shaft between his legs, but Valeri was perfunctory, cleaning him there as he would anywhere else. Then they switched. Elias dried himself off while Valeri washed.
There was no reason to put his clothes back on. Valeri owed him a good fucking, and he intended to have it. But after Valeri was dry he began to get dressed, much to Elias’s dismay.
Elias cleared his throat. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”
A wicked sparkle danced in Valeri’s deep brown eyes. “I’m going to retrieve our supper. He waits for me in the pub like you’ll wait for me here.”
Settling in the bed, legs open, Elias gave his length a languid stroke. “Hurry back.”
“Hands off that,” ordered Valeri. “Save it for me.”
Elias formed his mouth to a perfect pout but did as he was bidden. He stretched instead, arching his back then draping his arms overhead and crossed at the wrist. The ploy worked easily. Valeri, still half-dressed, crawled over him on the bed.
“Perhaps a taste before I go then,” he said before licking a broad strip from the base of Elias’s shaft to the tip and back.
Elias shivered. “Please.”
Valeri pressed a kiss to his hipbone. “Be good. Don’t touch.” He finished dressing and left with a glance over his shoulder that was full of heady anticipation.
Elias’s tummy rumbled, craving his dinner. As long as Valeri kept his promise—no killing—this would be a satisfying night indeed. On his belly, his cock twitched in agreement.
7
Four Years Ago
Fresh and clean with a set of new, soft clothes against his skin, Elias sat nestled on the lounge and watched as Valeri took his turn at a wash. Elias had offered to step out to give him privacy, but Valeri had declined with a knowing smirk.
