Page 24 of Beyond the Ruby River
“Make you wait?” Mahu’s laughter filled what little space they’d left between them. “You little demon. May I remind you, we were waiting on your directive, not mine.”
“Oh. Right. Silly of me.” Daka found his length and stroked, expert fingers bringing pleasure Mahu hadn’t braced for.
His knees wobbled. “Oh.”
“Next time do talk sense into me sooner.” Daka grasped him in both warm hands, massaging with a circular motion that brought Mahu to his toes.
“Come.” Mahu freed himself and tugged Daka through the living room before he could protest. He wished to see Daka spread naked on the soft white linen of his bed, not on the ancient rug of the parlor.
Daka followed at his heels, eager and with a desperation that made Mahu feel desired in a wholly new way. An intoxicating sensation, hurrying his movements and making him reckless.
Flinging open the door, he crowded Daka against the wood to reclaim his lips. Daka kissed fiercely, mouth open, hands roaming. His body undulated against Mahu’s delivering sparks in every place they touched.
The urge to pin Daka down and rut like an animal warred with the urge to explore every inch of him, slow and thorough. He hoped they’d do both before morning.
Daka stole the decision away, pulling off his own tunic and casting it aside then yanking Mahu’s over his head. “Fuck me, Mahu. I can’t wait a second more.”
“On the bed.” Mahu’s voice shook, his body racked with anticipation. It had been so long, and he needed the short separation to regain control.
Daka obeyed, hurling himself on the mattress, on his back, propped up on bent elbows, legs open, one knee raised. Sprawled just like Mahu had imagined and looking even more gorgeous than he would have thought possible. Naked except for his sandals and the gleaming blue and gold jewelry he wore about his wrists and neck. A feast, and all for Mahu.
Reaching for the leather ties of Daka’s sandals, Mahu drank in his beauty. Muscular calves and thighs. The elegant curve of his shaft. The plump, flushed head straining for his touch. Mahu’s mouth watered.
Daka kicked his hand away. “Leave them on.” He sat up, grabbed Mahu by the shoulders and tugged. “I need you now.”
Mahu got a hand to the bed to brace himself. Their mouths locked again. Daka’s legs closed around his waist and squeezed.
“Please,” Daka whined, rubbing his length against Mahu’s. His eyes nearly rolled into his head.
Mahu had never seen a creature so wanton, so free with his desire. “Anything Nedjes. Whatever you want.”
“You”—Daka punctuated the word with a nip to Mahu’s earlobe—“inside me. Ravaging me.” Another nip. “With haste.” Those last words slipped out with a growl that set Mahu’s hairs on edge.
“We need oil.” Mahu trailed a hand down Daka’s flank. His skin was heated as if they’d sat next to a fire, though the air indoors was temperate. “Let me up to fetch it.”
Daka’s legs unclenched. He whined his protest, squirming on the bed in a way that Mahu committed to memory so he could recall the seductive image whenever he liked—Daka, all needy and desperate, waiting for him.
Grabbing a jar from the bedside table, he unscrewed the lid while Daka continued to writhe. His tongue came out to wet his lips, pink and glistening. He sank teeth in his lower lip. Mahu watched all this motion in awe. Power puffed his chest at having Daka so frantic for him, a heady rush that pooled in his gut and trickled straight to his groin. He’d satisfy Daka in every way or die trying.
Mahu took his cock in hand, primed and rigid, and slicked the veiny flesh with oil. Daka followed the movement with a greedy stare, pulling his knees back to allow access. The sight he made, in his shoes and jewelry, presenting and ready to beg for it—Mahu savored the moment.
He pressed a slippery finger between Daka’s legs, but Daka thrashed, shaking his head with such force Mahu could do nothing but obey.
“Your cock, not your finger,” Daka ordered with the kind of authority that brooked no inquiry. “Mahu.” The name fluttered out on a breathy whine, full of longing. Mahu wouldn’t deny him further.
Climbing into place, he rubbed his tip against Daka’s opening. He’d every intention of being gentle, but Daka’s body welcomed him deep. A slow, hot slide all the way to the hilt.
A loud moan rose from Daka’s throat, burst through his lips, and resounded against Mahu’s pounding chest. The energy between them tingled and swirled. Mahu caved forward under Daka’s tugging embrace, skin meeting skin. He hadn’t yet begun to thrust, didn’t dare to move because already his balls tucked firm against his body, preparing to explode. Instead he mouthed Daka’s collarbone and held his breath, willing his body to stay under control.
Beneath him Daka flailed, arching his back, bearing down to impale himself farther. His hot channel milked Mahu, demanding his seed.
“Dakarai,” Mahu gasped, lips against his neck. “I will spend.”
Daka didn’t slow. His legs were a cage around Mahu’s waist, heels digging into the globes of his ass, forcing Mahu to press in. Climax threatened, the tight heat embracing him flexed and relaxed in an urgent rhythm, bringing the inevitable finish closer with each thumping heartbeat.
“Come, Mahu. Please, please.” Daka sounded wrecked. His voice broke. His hands clenched.
Though Mahu lay on top, the control was all Daka’s. Mahu hung on for the ride. This was nothing like bedding Ahset, or the lovers before her. Nothing like anything he’d experienced, the intensity enrapturing. Mahu fought to please his lover until he could fight no more, hips thrusting to meet Daka’s rocking motion.
