Page 65 of Beyond the Storm
“Kallias,” he moaned as my teeth grazed the side of his throat. His fingers squeezed mine tighter. “Touch me.”
It was my turn to makehimbeg and writhe in anticipation. I palmed his cock through his trousers before unfastening them and taking him into my hand. He rewarded me with a sweet groan that had my blood racing hotter. We kissed as I stroked him. He moaned again, and I drank it down as if it were nectar of the gods.
“You are my ambrosia,” I whispered against his lips. “And I shall savor every drop.”
The weighty thickness of him in my hand enticed me further. I wanted to taste him. I then kissed down his body. Reaching his cock, I took him into my mouth. He cried out and grabbed my head, curling his fingers in my short hair.
The texture of his cock was smooth like silk, and as a bead formed in his slit, I lapped at it with my tongue.
“Gods,” Elasus groaned. “Your mouth will be my undoing.”
“You will not be undone until I say so.”
He released a raspy chuckle. “Consider the debt paid. Your cruelty supersedes mine.”
“I have only just begun, Elasus.” I grabbed his base and eased his tip passed my lips. Another drop rose from him, and I ever so slowly licked at it. He shuddered and lifted his hips from the grass, thighs quaking.
Being inexperienced, I learned as I went. Bellamy would’ve helped me if I asked, but I wanted to do this on my own. I attuned myself to Elasus’ every sharp intake of air and the tensing of his abdomen muscles. The tightening of his fingers in my hair. That was how I learned his likes and dislikes and the pace in which he preferred it—and the pace that had him gritting his teeth as I denied him release. Over and over again.
“Have mercy on the man,”Bellamy told me through our mind link.“You will kill him if you deny him release again.”
“Are you spying on me?”
A pause.“No.”
“I do not believe you.”
His laugh filled my head. I didn’t hear anything more from him though. I focused back on Elasus, who was… well, perhaps Bellamy wasn’t far from the truth. Sweat beaded on his naked flesh, and his expression was pained. His cock was pink and swollen. Never once had he begged for me to stop.
“Spartan pride,” I said.
Elasus smirked. “Never surrender.”
“Then allow me to surrender to you.” I reclined in the grass and brought his hand to my chest. “I am yours for the taking, warrior.”
Elasus growled low in his throat as he hovered over me, the short strands of his brown hair falling forward. “Only for tonight?”
“Yes.” The lightness in my chest grew heavier. “Come dawn, we must part ways.”
“Then I pray that dawn never comes,” he said before pressing his lips to mine.
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The oil Bellamy mentioned came from the olive trees I treasured. Warriors rubbed the oil on their bodies to keep warm at night, and some also used it to moisten their skin and hair for beauty purposes, so it was easily accessible from their encampment.
Elasus slicked his fingers with the oil before pressing one inside me.
A surprised gasp escaped me.
“Do you wish for me to stop?” he asked, his hand stilling. The concern in his brown eyes brought that hummingbird flutter back to my heart.
“No.” I reached down and coaxed his hand forward. “The sensation was only a shock at first. Keep going.”
He did. A strange pressure built as his finger moved deeper. Not unpleasant but a bit uncomfortable. The discomfort began to ease as he touched a place inside me. When I gasped again, it came from pleasure.
Elasus smiled and remained in that spot, rubbing small circles. He was attuned to me like I’d been to him earlier. We were learning together. He progressed to two fingers and allowed my body time to adjust before adding a third.
“I have heard it can hurt the first time,” he said as his brow dipped in concentration. Three fingers slid in and out of me. “I don’t wish to hurt you.”
