Page 39 of Over the Emerald Valley
Awe.Temaj ran a finger across Solon’s wet lips. “We all have different preferences, but my guess is no one’s sufficiently fucked the breath out of you yet.”
“Are you offering?” Solon took the fingertip into his mouth and sucked. His tongue was hot. A jolt of pleasure shot from the pad of his finger all the way to his groin.
“Another time if you like. I’ve already told you what I want now.” Temaj thrust his hips, sliding his shaft alongside Solon’s, the slow drag a decadent tease to his overly sensitized flesh.
“And you shall have it.” Solon kissed him again as he trailed his hand between them, grasped Temaj’s length, and stroked. “We need oil.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Temaj murmured through the haze of pleasure.
“Of course I do.”
Temaj grabbed his hand, moved it lower, and pressed his fingersright there, showing him that, indeed, he was already quite prepared. “No. You don’t. Have you really never been with a concubine?”
Solon shook his head.
“There are certain advantages. For instance, I’ve made it easy for you.” Temaj palmed Solon’s ass and yanked him closer. “You’re welcome. Go on and fuck me.”
Instead of giving in, Solon dragged his fingers over Temaj’s well-oiled rim and gently dipped inside.
“Ah.” Temaj had been thorough, and his flesh gave easily.
“You don’t like this part?” Solon asked, though surely Temaj’s pleasantly surprised expression showed that he did.
Temaj’s voice, when it came, was breathy. “I didn’t say that.”
Solon explored further. “Then let me.”
Spreading his thighs wide, Temaj let his head flop back on the pillow. “By all means.”
Sucking a sloppy kiss at the crook of Temaj’s neck, Solon teased his hole and throat at once.
The heat of him curled Temaj’s toes. His own breath sounded loud in his ears, and his heart rattled his ribcage. He ran his hands over the broad plains of muscles on Solon’s back, feeling every raised scar under his fingertips.
“Oh, there,” Temaj exclaimed as Solon hit that spot inside him that sent tremors racing up his spine. “Again.”
Solon lingered, nudging and massaging with careful strokes. All the while, he sucked hot tingling spots against Temaj’s neck.
Temaj writhed beneath him, pressing up against his mouth, bearing down on his fingers, the twin points of pleasure lighting his body aflame. He scraped nails across Solon’s shoulders, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to demand his attention.
“Now. Don’t make me wait.” Temaj hardly recognized his own voice, so blissed out on pleasure, it had gone husky and raw. “Solon.”
The trail of kisses moved from throat to jaw to lips, and for a moment, Temaj was content to be kissing again. But when Solon withdrew his fingers and didn’t immediately replace them with his cock, a low whine tumbled from Temaj’s throat.
“Oil,” said Solon. “Is there any in this room?”
“Don’t need it.”
“You say that, but I’d feel better with something to slick my shaft.”
“That will not be a problem.” Temaj opened his mouth wide, flattened his tongue, and fluttered his lids.
Solon’s eyes nearly popped from his head, his pupils wide and dark as coals. “Oh, plucky, the things you make me feel.”
“Give it to me.” A powerful wave of confidence expanded in his chest. “Feed me.”
Solon shuffled from between Temaj’s legs up the bed and knelt over him, knees bracketing his ribs. Temaj loved it, the feeling of being held in place by this strong, larger man while somehow remaining the one in control of the proceedings—it all went to his head. And to his cock, which was leaking a puddle onto his belly.
“You look positively lewd waiting for me like that.”
