Page 51 of Silk & Sand

Then one of Seth’s hands closed on Raider’s throat. The other reached around to grab his dick, not stroking but holding him in place.

With one more hard thrust up into Raider’s body, Raider, screaming, started to come. The convulsions wracked him, but he was caged in by Seth, who had taken total control of his ass, his throat, his cock.

Seth bent him down as he was still coming, still screaming from the intensity of it. Then Raider’s orgasm hit another level entirely as Seth flooded his ass. Seth fucked him hard as he came, shouting, growling, spearing into Raider and drawing out his orgasm until he collapsed, dizzied. His body spasmed through the aftershocks.

For a moment, Seth lay against him, still inside him. Both of them were breathing hard, both of them moaning softly. Raider couldn’t possibly have moved. But, all too soon, Seth did.

Raider cried out at the overload of sensation when Seth pulled out of him. Hot cum spilled all over his thighs.

Seth vanished briefly, then he was back, stroking Raider’s flank, soothing him. Raider felt a damp cloth sweep between his legs, cleaning away Seth’s release. Then the cloth brushed gently over Raider’s cock.

When the too-much sensation brought a sharp sound to his lips, Seth laid a gentle hand on his back and murmured, “It’s okay. Just relax. I’m almost done.”

In the wake of such an intense orgasm, with Raider laid bare, all thought stripped away, something about Seth’s tenderness hit him deep. Like it touched some aching, unknown wound inside him.

Seth gently cleaned Raider’s abdomen and chest, where his hard release had made such a mess. Then Seth was pulling him across the ground. Raider made a sound of protest, not wanting to move, but Seth shushed him and settled him on his side, laying them together on Seth’s bedroll. Seth’s arms wrapped around him. Seth’s leg slipped between his.

It was too much, too good, feeling Seth’s arms around him like that. Raider squeezed his eyes shut.

“You’re trembling,” Seth whispered. “Are you okay?”

Raider’s throat tightened.

“Raider? Are you okay? Answer me.”

“I’m okay.”

“You don’t seem okay.”

“I can’t think, that’s all. Don’t make me come that hard if you want to chat after.”

Seth’s answering grumble was hard to interpret, but he did give up his questioning. As he snugged Raider tighter and buried his face against the back of Raider’s neck in a way that felt frighteningly perfect, Raider realized that he might have miscalculated.

He’d been so focused on pushing Seth past his emotions to just enjoy the sex that, somehow, Raider had forgotten about his own.

CHAPTER 16

SETH SIGHED AS HE woke, not thinking yet, just enjoying the warm weight of Raider’s body resting against his own. They were lying on their left sides, Raider’s back to Seth’s chest, his ass pressing against Seth’s swiftly hardening cock. Seth had a leg between Raider’s, locking them together.

Why did this feel so right?

The blanket had slipped down to their hips, and Seth found himself stroking a hand from Raider’s shoulder to his side, loving the structure of muscle and bone, the smooth bronze skin.

Scenes from last night played through his mind: Raider over him, under him, demanding everything he could give. And, gods, the way Raider had come so hard from it, spilling as Seth grabbed and fucked him so roughly. Seth had nearly blacked out as he’d flooded Raider’s perfect ass with his own hard release.

Seth had never had sex like that, where his aggression and dominance were wanted, where they were met in kind to create such powerful energy and mutual pleasure.

The memory had his cock throbbing against Raider’s ass, but he resisted the temptation to reposition it between Raider’s legs. He cut off thoughts of all the things he wanted to do, all the ways he wanted to touch Raider.

Because right now he wanted this even more. The quietness. The settled weight of Raider against him. And he wanted Raider to sleep. He needed rest after their trek across the desert. And after last night.

As Seth woke up more and became more aware of his own impulses, a thread of fear wound through him, just as it had at the pool. He shouldn’t feel this kind of tenderness for a man he couldn’t quite trust, about whom he knew so little. A man who would vanish from his life as soon as they reached Aqarat.

Soon, Seth could no longer lie still, so he gently pulled his leg free and inched away. Raider murmured then settled, not waking.

Seth grabbed his clothes and left the tent, putting down the side that had been left open last night. The morning sun had not yet burned away the night’s chill, and without their combined body heat, it would soon grow cool in the tent.

Seth looked down to where his cock jutted out stiffly, the rigid shaft curving slightly to the flushed head. He wondered if he could ignore it.