Solomon gave him an amused look.“Didn’t we have this conversation once already?I have broad tastes—I don’t doubt I’ll like whatever you do.”
“You said something about me, driving into you…” Desire shot through him at that tempting thought.Deliberately, he banked it for the moment.“Is that your preference?Or had you liefer take the other part?”
Solomon propped himself up on his elbows.He wore a faintly puzzled air.“I took it that you would… That is, whatever you like.”
“I’m quite fond of being on the receiving end of a good rogering myself,” Jed said experimentally, his eyes fixed on Solomon.He noted the hitch in Solomon’s breath at his words, and went on, “You, sliding inside me.Tight as a glove around you.”
Solomon’s prick jerked.His throat moved as he swallowed.“Yes.That.”
The air in the waggon was heavy with desire.
“All right.”Jed knelt over him, straddling him but not touching him yet.“Let me see you frig yourself.”
Obediently, Solomon put a hand to his shaft and began to stroke himself, slow and tight.Jed knew, now, what those long fingers felt like.He studied Solomon, noting how he liked it, storing up the knowledge for future use.
Solomon’s head fell back, face slackening, eyes losing focus.
“Stop,” Jed said.“That’s enough.”
Solomon groaned, but his hand stilled.He met Jed’s eye, his lips twisting wryly.
Jed grinned at him.“I’ll need that stiff prick of yours later.”
That won him a strangled laugh.“At—at your service.”
Jed leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands.He lowered his body over Solomon’s, chest to chest, bending his head to claim a kiss.
Solomon’s hands came up, and he took Jed’s head between his hands, held him there for a moment just to look at him, then pulled him down for another kiss.There was a tenderness in the gesture that Jed hadn’t looked for, and he felt a warmth in his chest that had little to do with the brush of cocks between them.
Soon, though, their kisses turned harder, rougher, with a building urgency that shot straight to Jed’s aching balls.He sat back, looking around for the bottle of harness oil he’d left on top of a nearby crate.
After years of hurried couplings in foreign ports, Jed was determined to take his time tonight.Make it worth Solomon’s while.He wanted to give Solomon everything he needed and desired.Wanted to see him lose control.Wanted to open him up and share the secrets carved in his heart.
Solomon was watching him.The undisguised hunger in his gaze went straight to Jed’s gut, coiling inside him, hot and thrilling.
Soon, he was ready.He lowered himself onto Solomon’s cockstand, feeling Solomon slide slick and slow inside, savouring the burn.He had done this many times before, in all manner of arrangements, but tonight he wanted to see Solomon’s face.
Solomon’s lips were pressed tightly together, his long frame taut with the effort of keeping still.
“I’ll tell you when you can move,” Jed said, and felt the shiver that ran through Solomon at that.
Then Jed was fucking himself on Solomon’s prick, hard and slow.Solomon was beautiful beneath him, his face transfigured, bright with the flush of arousal.He put out one hand, reaching for Jed’s, and their hands entwined, gripping tight.
“All right?”Jed gasped out.
“Yes.Christ.Jed.”
“You’re so good.You’re doing so well, don’t you dare move.God, I’ve wanted you for weeks.”
There was something unbelievably beautiful about this, two bodies made one, cradled by the shadows, pleasure made flesh.Solomon’s hand was still in Jed’s, and he quivered beneath Jed, thighs trembling.Jed hardly noticed the ache in his own thighs.
“Now,” Jed ground out.“Let me have it.”
Then Solomon’s hips were snapping up into him, sending jolts of pleasure rolling through him.They set a frantic pace, fighting together for the perfect rhythm, skirting frustration and finding ecstasy.Solomon had a firm grip on Jed’s arse now, hard enough to bruise, urging him on.
It was a joyful thing to see: Solomon’s naked pleasure, his emotion writ large across his face, that bloody reserve finally abandoned.Jed thrilled at every grunt he wrung from Solomon’s lips, every spasm of pleasure that racked his body.
“Harder.Make me feel it tomorrow.”
