Page 61 of Beyond the Ruby River
Daka hesitated to relax his full weight onto Mahu’s chest, so Mahu insisted with a tug. “I’m all right, truly. I want to feel you.”
Daka gave in, his muscles loosening one by one beneath Mahu’s roaming palms. Daka’s sun-kissed skin radiated heat under Mahu’s fingers. He dug them in, massaging Daka’s slim shoulders and drawing a moan from parted lips.
Mahu shifted to press his swelling length against the lean muscle of Daka’s thigh. Daka pressed back gently.
“Are you sure?” Daka gazed down at him, blue eyes full of concern…and lust.
“You need to feed.” It was the wrong thing to say, Mahu realized as the words made Daka tense and dampened the mood.
Daka’s face hovered inches over his own, concern flickering in his stare. “If you’re doing this only for me, don’t. I’m all right.”
But Mahu could feel Daka’s hunger in his own body, a tugging sensation that fanned the sparks of his desire. “I want you, and I want you to feed. Can’t we have both?”
Daka’s answer came as a careful kiss. Soft lips pressed to Mahu’s, a lick of his warm tongue, a shared breath.
Mahu gathered what strength he had left and used it to deepen the kiss, to part Daka’s mouth, thrust his tongue inside and taste all that Daka had to offer. Ignoring his itchy throat and tight chest, Mahu gave the kiss all he had.
Daka trembled in his arms, tail coiling loosely around his calf. Mahu got the sense he was reining in his natural responses, trying overly hard to be cautious, and that’s not what he longed for. He wanted all Daka could give, and to give all he had in return.
Growling against Daka’s ear, Mahu nipped the lobe. “More.”
Daka rose enough to meet his gaze, studying him. Whatever he saw must have been confirmation enough because he ground his hips against Mahu with enough force to draw twin moans from them both.
“Mahu,” Daka breathed his name on a whine, his body pleading to be fed.
Mahu loved the way Daka said his name: a little like he was surprised, a little like he was grateful, and a lot like he was desperate. His appetite was another reason to love him, for who wouldn’t love a person whose need was so passionate? So intense and uninhibited?
Treasuring Daka’s precious weight, his curves, the sensuous motion of his undulations, Mahu’s heart ached for the years being stolen from them. But he wouldn’t give in to sadness now, not when Daka pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat and dragged his tail up Mahu’s thigh.
“How do you want me, Mahu?” asked Daka between worshipful kisses to his collarbone, mouth inching down his chest to circle a nipple. “I want to suck you.”
“Please.” Mahu arched up to force the pebbled nub to Daka’s lips. “Anything. Everything. I love all the things you do.”
Though Daka had been the one denying himself feedings, it was Mahu who starved, aching for Daka’s touches, for his heat. Needing more.
Daka suckled at his chest, driving tingling, thrilling pings of pleasure from nipple to groin. “Love you,” Daka purred, his nose nuzzling the sensitive bud, whispered words cool on the damp flesh.
One-handed, Daka managed to untie Mahu’s skirt and let the fabric fall open to expose him. Then he discarded his own in a similar fashion.
Mahu let his head fall back against the soft cushions of the lounge, trusting Daka to take care of them both, reveling in the smooth skin of Daka’s shoulder blades beneath his fingers, the slide of Daka’s tail against his thigh, the mouth on his nipple. Mahu’s eyelids fluttered closed, which only served to intensify each sensation.
Daka used his body to part Mahu’s legs and slid between them, tongue leaving a wet trail down his torso to the tip of his hard length.
Daka didn’t tease. He took the head into his mouth and sucked, lips pushing back the foreskin and closing tight around the shaft. His tongue circled the crown, slowing to stimulate the sensitive bundle beneath. Mahu trembled, his hips thrusting without his mind’s consent. A low hum vibrated from Daka’s throat around Mahu’s cock bringing him too close to an early bliss.
Burying his fists in Daka’s silken hair, Mahu tugged, easing him off. He glanced down in time to catch Daka’s mischievous expression, a delighted glint in fierce blue eyes that said he knew exactly what he’d been doing. Knew each of Mahu’s buttons and pressed them with glee. The horns added a wicked flare to the overall naughty picture he made grinning over Mahu’s cock, mouth open, lips shining. Mahu reached for one of the horns and stroked it.
“Too soon?” Daka caught his bottom lip with his incisor. That the toothy pout was intentional made it no less alluring. But behind the sexy smirk, Mahu saw hunger. Daka needed him.
“Not too soon,” Mahu murmured, using his grip on Daka’s horn to guide him back to his task. “Make me come, then I want to feel you.”
Daka took the words to heart and returned immediately to his cock with an expert’s precision and a demon’s enthusiasm. The sounds he made were debauchery incarnate, wet slurping sucks and swallows, all the while moaning his pleasure at the act, a carnal chorus for Mahu’s ears.
Mahu watched for as long as he could before euphoria threatened to steal his vision.
“Don’t swallow.” He barked the order just in time. Daka pulled off at his moment of climax, mouth sloppy with spit, a vision of erotic appetite. Mahu spilled on his own abdomen in a rush of ecstasy.
Daka swayed over him, lost in the pleasure of feeding, eyelids fluttering, mouth hanging open. This part always imbued him with a dollop of drunkenness, his limbs loose, muscles relaxed, a delighted expression on his beautiful face.
