Chapter Twenty-Two #2
Archer untucked Silas’ shirt from his waistband, trailing his fingers along Silas’ skin as he inched the material up.
His fingertips burned from the heated flesh.
Months ago, he would have felt the protrusion of Silas’ ribs, but since breaking the curse, he’d filled out.
How much more will he change while I’m gone?
Archer wanted to watch Silas grow stronger, in every way possible. He would have to settle for the anticipation of relearning everything about the man once they were together again.
Silas pulled away long enough to ask, “Are you going to undress me or just tease me?”
Lost in his own thoughts, Archer hadn’t realized he’d simply been standing with his hands under Silas’ shirt, palms pressed against his skin. He finished his task, lifting the shirt over Silas’ head and discarding it with a careless toss, earning a breathy laugh from the other man.
“Should I return the favor?” Silas asked, his voice low and husky as he grasped the front of Archer’s shirt.
He slipped his hand under the cloth, mimicking Archer’s slow pace.
The roughness of his healing wounds contrasted with his gentle touch.
He paused to tweak and pinch both of Archer’s nipples before moving on.
Several inches shorter than Archer, Silas couldn’t completely raise the shirt over his head without Archer’s help. In the moment of darkness, he felt a sharp nip of teeth against his skin, and then Silas’ hands dragging down his sides.
Archer discarded his shirt in a hurry and looked down to find Silas kneeling before him. Silas grinned, a mischievous spark in his tawny eyes, as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Archer’s hard, hot length, leaving a damp mark on the cloth.
Archer tensed in anticipation, waiting for Silas to strip him the rest of the way, to feel that hot mouth directly on him.
And he continued waiting as Silas shifted his focus to Archer’s boots, carefully and methodically untying one, guiding Archer’s foot out of it, and then the other.
Once Silas finished, he sat on the bed and held his own foot out to Archer, raising his eyebrow in a silent command.
Archer obeyed and knelt on one knee. He rested Silas’ foot on his thigh, untied the laces, and discarded both boots and socks with quick efficiency.
Slow and sensual had its place, but Archer was ready to feel Silas on a deeper level.
Still kneeling, he undid the buttons on Silas’ trousers, then motioned for Silas to lift himself up.
Silas raised his hips, allowing Archer to remove the last pieces of clothing from him. Then he lay back on the bed, arms spread above his head, expression open and expectant.
Every muscle in Archer’s body strained with the urge to take Silas now. Fast, slow, hard, however he could have him. But as much as Archer wanted it—as much as he could see the same desire in Silas’ eager cock—Archer knew to take his time, to make sure Silas also enjoyed himself.
In the nightstand by the bed was a bottle of oil. Archer poured a generous dose into his hands until the room smelled like cloves. He positioned himself between Silas’ legs and slowly slipped one slick finger inside, testing the tightness.
Silas groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, shifting his hips to give Archer better access. As Archer explored and stretched, Silas bit down on his lip, suppressing a long groan.
When they’d been in the Royal Quarters at the palace, they’d had more privacy, more freedom to express their passions vocally. In the cramped, overcrowded inn, they had to keep a lower profile.
A flash of irritation crossed Archer’s thoughts. The need for secrecy interrupted even their moments of passion. He only wanted to focus on Silas, not on outsiders’ judgements. His fingers still inside Silas, Archer bent his head to take Silas’s cock into his mouth.
“Archer,” Silas’ voice moaning his name was as sultry as the taste of him.
Archer had once asked Penn for advice on how to please another man, and one of the key things he’d emphasized was the proper use of tongues.
Archer put his to use now, tasting and teasing Silas from base to tip.
The more Silas struggled to muffle his throaty moans, the more Archer sank into his task.
He didn’t stop until the hand in his hair changed from holding him in place to pulling him back.
He withdrew, licking the taste of Silas off his lips.
Silas flushed redder at the sight, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to come with you inside me.”
A request Archer was more than happy to fulfill. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and stood before Silas completely nude, cock slick with anticipation.
Silas propped himself on his elbows, admiring Archer’s full length. His tongue peeked out from between his lips, as if he could already taste it. If Archer wasn’t nearing his limit, he would have let him, but he wanted to be connected with Silas in a more meaningful way.
Archer lined himself up to Silas’ opening, entering him slowly. He would have kept the pace slow, made sure Silas was comfortable and safe, if a hand hadn’t firmly grabbed his ass and pulled him forward. Both men gasped as Archer slid completely inside.
“There you are,” Silas whispered with a triumphant grin. He released his hold, allowing Archer to slide out. Then laughed in joy when Archer immediately plunged back in.
The first climax came quickly, after only a few thrusts. It wasn’t nearly enough for either of them. The scent of passion filled the room as they continued kissing, touching, making love long into the night.
Tomorrow they would need to say their public goodbyes. Tonight was just for them.