Page 38 of Over the Emerald Valley
There was a jolt of movement as Solon stripped rather clumsily. Temaj laughed low, smiling to himself. He loved the effect he had on Solon, and he needed it because the general certainly had an effect on him. One he hadn’t expected and made him feel both powerful and vulnerable at once.
A hand returned to his rump and squeezed. Temaj curved his back to an elegant arch he knew to be pleasing to the eye and let out a deep moan. Solon’s hand stopped.
“Look at me,” he rumbled, voice laced with lust.
Temaj did. A serious expression crossed the general’s handsome features. Was something wrong? Had he pushed too far? A shiver of anxiety clenched his stomach.
“Are you acting?” Concern clouded Solon’s eyes. “Please tell me because I don’t know.”
Temaj lowered his gaze. Solon was sitting next to him, close, his hand paused on the meat of Temaj’s calf, cock hard and standing at attention despite the lapse in petting.
“Maybe a little,” Temaj confessed, cheeks heating.
Solon pulled his hand back.
Temaj jerked upright, grabbed his wrist, and held it. “No, don’t stop. I like it. I do. Please.” He struggled for the right words to explain. “The posing and moaning, I can’t help it. Those things are reflexes now. But I’m only showing off a bit. It doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself.”
Solon sat back and considered, eyes wandering Temaj’s face, seeking truth.
An odd, shy feeling erupted under the scrutiny, but Temaj wouldn’t yield. “Touch me, Solon. Please.”
Solon brushed his hair behind his ear. So tender and sweet, so surprising. Fingers stroking his cheek, taking his jaw in hand and tilting his face just so.
The kiss, when it came, began gently, but it didn’t stay that way.
Solon kissed like a starving man who thought Temaj tasted of honey and cinnamon. Lips slick, warm and demanding on Temaj’s mouth, tongue seeking entrance, teeth nipping at his bottom lip.
Temaj wrapped his arms around Solon’s neck and sank against his chest, melting into the kiss. He’d never been kissed the way Solon kissed him. So thoroughly, as if kissing was the end goal and not only the prelude to more. Easy to get lost in. Easy to submit to. And it would be impossible to forget.
When Solon drew back, it was to study Temaj’s eyes. Temaj blinked. Grinned. Licked his lips. He wanted more. Everything.
“Good?” Temaj asked, the shy feeling not entirely gone.
Solon’s smile answered for him. Then his hands landed on Temaj’s waist and urged him to lie back. “Tell me what you like.”
Temaj blanked, at a loss for words. No one had ever asked him that before. Answers eluded him as the possibilities drifted through his mind like so many seeds on the wind. He liked a lot of things.
Solon covered him with his body, arms on either side of his chest, thick thighs between Temaj’s slender ones. The weight of him felt divine, the heat even more so.
“What do you want, plucky? I would give you anything.”
Temaj could get drunk off words like those dripping so easily from Solon’s lips. Such thoughtfulness. Temaj liked that about Solon. It made him want to be more thoughtful in turn.
“Give me your cock. Fuck me. That’s what I want.” Solon’s excitement showed in the form of said cock nudging his of its own accord, hard and twitching between them.
Solon leaned in and nipped at the sensitive flesh of his throat. His lips moved against Temaj’s skin as he spoke. “I would love to, but that sounds an awful lot like something you thinkIwant rather than somethingyouwant.”
A huff of laughter passed Temaj’s lips. “Says a man who's never been properly fucked, I’m sure. Please. That’s what I want. I swear.”
Solon pulled up enough to gaze at him, questions hovering between them. “I have.”
Temaj didn’t bother to hide his surprise. “Been fucked?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t like it?”
Solon shrugged. “Not really. I didn’t hate it, just, well, it’s better for the man doing the fucking, isn’t it?”
