Chapter 30 #2
His legs fell over my shoulders, the muscles relaxed and skin coated in a thin line of sweat.
I tasted the salt on him, kissing nonchalantly while rubbing the outside of his thigh.
Roys caught his breath, one hand finding itself on the back of my neck.
His muscles strained against his armbands, which made him all the hotter.
“You good for more?” I certainly was. My core ached at the thought of Roys suffocating me.
“Yeah.” Those blue eyes opened, surrounded by a flush that made him even more alluring. “Get on the bed. I’m going to ride you.”
With the hold in my hair, he tugged me into position. I sat, back against the headboard, biting my tongue hard to prevent a colossal accident. The mere sight of Roys straddling me was almost enough to set me off.
Stars have mercy.
Hands on my neck, he caught my mouth to remind me who had complete control.
My nails may have dug into his hips, but he rolled them as he wanted, pinning me against the bed when I got too zealous or grinding down hard to hear me pant against his mouth.
He sucked on my neck, his heated breath sending my mind into a haze, while I jerked him off.
My cock pulsed, yearning for the haven he promised, but the teasing bastard would barely do more than graze his stomach against me.
“You are maddening,” I said, to which he chuckled.
“Consider this payback for all the times you’ve pissed me off.”
“That’s…” Roys silenced me by taking my hand to cover in lube. Then he kneeled with his hand caught under my chin, forcing me to gaze upon his smug smile. “Fair. Absolutely and understandably fair. You are always right.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he hummed.
My fingers got to work spreading him, and he caught my bottom lip between his teeth. His hips took to rolling against my fingers after the second joined.
“Harder,” he said, one hand now on my neck. The other tore into my hair, both hands squeezing when my fingers curled just right. “This isn’t my usual,” he said, his voice a deep groan that made my toes curl. “So, this part might need to last a bit longer.”
I sucked on his wonderful pec, rolling the nub between my teeth. “I have no qualms about that. I’m enjoying myself right here.”
We shared a laugh, kissing lazily, taking our time and letting the pleasure slow to a crawl. The last thing I wanted was for Roys not to be as enthralled by this as I was. I wanted him to feel good, to want this as badly as I did.
Did he want to stay here forever, too? To forget the rest of the world and all its problems ever existed, trapped here behind these four walls with just the two of us? Did the thought utterly terrify him, or feel like more than he could ever hope for?
I kissed him over and over and listened to little catches in his breath when something felt too good.
Then I’d do it again, and he’d moan, and I thought nothing in the world could live up to this ridiculously attractive man riding my fingers.
When he took my wrists to pin above my head, I could hardly stop myself from thrusting against him.
Roys kept my hands bound with one of his own, his fingers tight against my pulse.
The other fell between us to tease me, a single finger tracing the vein under my head.
“If you keep that up, all this work will be for nothing,” I warned, groaning when he gripped my base to guide me to the oasis between his thighs. “Let me in. Please, sir, I want to come inside of you.”
He smiled, knowing damn well what he did to me. “You’ve learned your manners.”
My eyes rolled as he devoured me, a slow lowering of his hips dragging me further into bliss.
His hand caught my throat again, lingering there, promising more.
All I wanted was to thrust and watch his body tremble in need, like all the times he had done for me.
But Roys held me there, testing and teasing.
His body trapped me against the headboard, completely dominated by his form, making his eyes even brighter in the dark.
“You’re beautiful,” the words left my lips before I could consider them.
Roys froze, and I feared the worst until he kissed me like that’s all he ever wanted to hear. Somehow, the brush of his tongue, the taste of him, the caress of his mouth as he leaned against me left my heart soaring higher than the sex itself.
Then he raised his hips and brought them down hard, hand squeezing my neck. I groaned, heels digging into the mattress as he repeated the action, making sure he set a vigorous pace and he would get everything he wanted.
“Ethin,” Roys moaned, unlike anything I’d heard, nearly high-pitched and whining. “Ethin, Ethin.”
He had to know that name belonged entirely to him, and it was driving me mad.
Roys rode me fast, the sound of our panting only dwarfed by the headboard thumping against the wall. Our bodies knew what the other wanted, how to make the experience all the more. Inside of him was hot, wet, tight, the ride I’d never forget and want till the end of my days.
His grip on my hands loosened, too focused on bucking his hips in a rhythm that had me panting. My hand slapped his ass, and he bit my lip. Our hands, the ones remaining above my head, caught in a vice grip, the pain dulled by our sex.
“Do you like being inside of me?”
My dull nails scraped against his backside. “Yes, fuck yes, I love it.”
“And will you behave in order to fuck me again?”
“Yes, sir, please.”
He kissed me hard enough to bruise, and I slapped his ass again.
“Harder,” he growled, shivering when I gave him what he wanted.
His wild thrusts left me struggling to keep up the pace.
His jerky movements warned of an end I didn’t yet want.
But the cruel bastard kissed over my jawline to my ear, where his hand on my throat tightened.
“Come inside me. Right now, Ethin, I want you so fucking bad, baby.”
I’d give him anything he wanted. One more thrust, another kiss, another slap, his hand craning my neck up for him to suck on my tongue, and I was done, grabbing his cock as my orgasm ripped through me.
“That’s my good boy,” he groaned, thrusting into my eager hand, then tightening and shuddering from his own release.
His eyes were mirrors of me, fogged over like cold glass. His lips parted in a last call of my name, hips plunging until he fell spent against my chest. Our breaths matched in their desperation, bodies still hot and reeling.
“Tell me we’ll be doing that again,” I said, already pleading with any being of the universe to make my dream a reality.
His voice, hoarse enough to make me smile with pride, rumbled against my nape. “Definitely. Fuck, baby, that felt amazing.”
He gave me the opportunity to kiss his neck, where I sought sweet revenge. I now understood the appeal because, damn, he tasted amazing. Roys laughed, and let me flip us onto the messy bedsheets where I learned he was incredibly ticklish behind his ears.
“Stop. I don’t like being tickled and I can’t promise I won’t kick you out of this bed.” Roys was laughing though and I wanted to hear more so I kept kissing and he squirmed then I blew behind his ear and he jerked, then came the kick.
If we were in a different position, that would have been painful, but it was more of a tap against my thigh. And he was not ticklish, that was a turn-on, so I made a mental note to do that at the next opportunity.
Roys got a hold of my hips and reminded me that those muscles weren’t for show. One grunt and he lifted me off him like I weighed nothing.
Okay, hot.
He rolled off the bed where I stared at my handprint on his ass all the way to the bathroom. Then I followed because he carried the warmth I sought, because I didn’t want him to be that far from me, because…
Roys had a private bathroom, where he took to cleaning, and I joined him. He gave an inquisitive look through the mirror.
“What?” I asked from the toilet.
“You’re quick to run off, so I’m surprised you’re still here.”
“I don’t run off. We fucked. It’s done. Why bother staying?” The question felt wrong and I cleared my throat. “But this time, why not use the captain’s private bathroom where I don’t have to worry about someone waltzing in to think I got off alone in the shower?”
Roys’ quarters weren’t exuberant. He had space for a shower, sink, toilet, and the two of us to stand side by side. Compared to the communal showers, though, this was a resort.
“I didn’t think you would care about that,” he said.
“I don’t want anyone to think I can’t get someone else to get me off. That’d be humiliating.”
“Oh yeah, we wouldn’t possibly want to risk ruining your image.” He leaned against the sink, facing me.
I drank in the sight of him, his hips and thighs made red and neck discolored from my ravenous attention. “Exactly.”
He brushed by me to open the shower doors, where my eyes refused to veer away from the firm muscles in his back and thighs. “Does that mean you won’t be getting in the shower with me?”
“Will there be make out time in the shower?”
Winking, he stepped inside.
I would be a madman to say no, so I swerved in and found my mouth glued to his before I fucked him against the shower door. Which we shoved off its hinges. Roys said it was my fault for being overzealous—he was the one telling me to go harder—that argument was ignored.
Roys finished his shower, careful not to soak the bathroom floor. He hadn't taken his armbands off. He seemed sensitive about the scars, regardless of my knowledge of them. I didn’t ask, and I was too busy struggling to learn how to put the door back on.
After fifteen minutes of frustration, I emerged from the bathroom to find Roys lounging on the bed of clean sheets.
His boxers did nothing to conceal him, and his shirt hugged him perfectly.
Although I had seen him plenty, my cock twitched thinking about having my hands all over him, my mouth and tongue and teeth.
The bed beckoned me to the empty space beside him, Roys even more so. He lay on his back, one arm behind his head and eyes shut. I thought about curling into his side, where he’d draped his arms around me and we’d fall asleep like that…
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tugged on my clothes. “Will you be joining us tomorrow on the safety run, Captain?”
“Do you want me to?” The bed creaked. I imagined him lying on his side, trying to taunt me with that open space.
“So long as you know I am in charge of piloting.”
He laughed. I shivered when he ran his knuckles down my back. “Of course, I’ll be there.”
“Okay.”
“Goodnight, then.”
“Night.” I left the room and banged a fist against my chest over a heart that wouldn’t steady even long after I lay in bed alone, wondering what it’d have been like to be in that space beside him instead.