Page 27 of Over the Emerald Valley
“What if I brought you to the very precipice of bliss, only to stop and wait for you to soften so I could start over and do it again? You would be desperate for it. I would love to see that. I’d love to hear it as well. The moans you’d make as I work your cock. The grunts as you spill. The breathy whimpers as you watch me lick your seed from my fingers.”
Heat raced over Solon’s skin and coalesced between his legs. He had to fight to keep his hips still; his cock thrummed with want.
“There we go,” Temaj crooned. “That was about thirty seconds. How’d I do?”
Finally,finally, Temaj dragged his hand across Solon’s abdomen to the needy organ and wrapped his fingers around the girth, hard as a wooden spear.
“Very nice. Oh, so very nice. And all from listening to my voice.”
Solon barely registered the bragging as his entire body was now consolidated to the rod enveloped in Temaj’s confident touch. He arched his back, pressed his head into the pillow, and closed his eyes.
“Don’t be shy with your sounds,” said Temaj. “Let me hear them all.”
Solon let out the moan he’d been repressing, a low whine of pleasure that was rewarded with a firm stroke. He tightened his arm around Temaj, squeezing the man to his side.
Temaj released his cock to explore his tight sac, gently rolling the balls in his palm. He’d said Solon would like them sucked, and he’d been right. Solon imagined it now. Temaj’s pretty painted lips on him, his tongue darting out, his clever gaze meeting Solon’s as his mouth stretched obscenely wide.
A shudder racked through him, and he could no longer keep his hips still, writhing off the bed for more of Temaj’s touch.
“Patience, my dear General.” Temaj propped his head up with his free arm and gazed down at Solon with his big brown bedroom eyes. “I’ll take care of you.”
It was almost too much. That look. That voice. Those words. Solon ran his hand down Temaj’s spine, dug fingers into the fleshy rise of his rump, and squeezed.
A slow smile spread across Temaj’s face. He pressed his erection tighter to Solon’s thigh, trapped now between Temaj’s legs. Everything was warm and tingling, the growing tide of Solon’s lust threatening to overtake him embarrassingly soon.
Temaj released him, and Solon took a shaky breath, watching as Temaj brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm.
When his hand returned to Solon’s length, slick and hot, he knew it was a matter of moments. “Going to spill.”
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t.” Temaj grinned a wicked grin, speeding up his strokes toward the inevitable crescendo. He added a delicious twist at the end, right over the crown, that had Solon seeing stars.
Unable to resist the rising swarm of pleasure, Solon clenched his arm tight around Temaj as he came, quaking with the onslaught of sensation, the burst of bliss. If he moaned and grunted for Temaj, as the concubine had requested, he wasn’t aware, so complete was his release.
Chest heaving, Solon fought to catch his breath. Temaj stilled the hand on his cock but didn’t let go. He moved his hips in a slow, steady rhythm against Solon’s thigh, his hard length burning a sweaty brand between them.
Solon couldn’t wait to give back the pleasure he’d received. He wanted to watch Temaj lose himself as hard as he just had. He wanted to touch the beautiful man everywhere. Not just his elegant cock but also his delicate throat, his slender thighs, his pert nipples.
Solon rose with purpose and pushed Temaj to his back. As Temaj’s lips parted in a littleoof surprise, Solon covered them with his own in a kiss he’d been resisting since their first one.
Temaj clung to him, hands at his waist, tugging him closer. The wet slide of their tongues becoming acquainted sent a warm longing for more deep in Solon’s chest. When they broke apart, it was to stare into each other’s eyes, light brown on dark, Temaj’s questioning and Solon’s answering.Yes, yes, I want you.
“You don’t have to—”
Solon stopped him with another quick kiss. The glinting edge of vulnerability wasn’t something he’d expected. Temaj might be used to men rolling over and ignoring him after they’d taken their pleasure, but Solon was no such man. He ran his palm from Temaj’s soft cheek, down his neck, and over his chest to the fluttering muscles of his abdomen, then clenched his sweet prize in a gentle grip.
“And you, Temaj?” Solon murmured directly into the man’s ear. “How do you like it?”
Temaj turned his face for another kiss. “I like everything,” he said against Solon’s lips. “Do whatever you want.”
“I want to please you. I want you to come.”
Temaj gave a breathy chuckle. “It’ll take no time. I’m very interested in coming for you.”
The words sent a tingling tremor from spine to chest, and his cock jumped with renewed and ambitious vigor.
Down, boy. You’ve had your turn.
He stroked Temaj as Temaj had done him, a long, slow slide.
