I picked up the pace even more because I knew it wouldn't be long now. I could feel my climax gathering low in my belly, feel the heat cascading through me and I wanted that heat to fill Hollis and for him to know it was me, me filling him with my life.
"Hollis, I'm coming...you hear, I going to fill you with my love, fill your whole life!" I thrust deep inside him, and he shuddered and moaned as he came, his semen hitting my chest and dripping off my chin. I growled and leaned down, fastening my mouth onto his shoulder as I came deep inside him.
Liander had collapsed across me, still inside me, and I never wanted him to leave. He was panting, trying to regain some control, and I wanted to hold him, but until he was ready to release me, I would have to settle for the joy of his body against mine. I hadn't been sure what to expect when I asked Liander to try tying me up, but I have to admit it was hot. It seemed to release something in Liander, too--some deep need to control me, even to deciding when I could come. I was somewhat surprised at just how fucking erotic it had been.
He lifted his head and looked at me from under his lashes. Oh, the sheepish Liander, wondering if I liked it, if he went too far. The bite to the shoulder was unexpected, but not unwelcome.
"Hey," I said in a low tone.
He shot up and leaned over me to unfasten the ties. "You all right? I didn't hurt you or anything?"
"It was...liberating; everything seemed more...real. It's hard to explain, but I felt free to enjoy just
being,
letting it happen. And no, you didn't hurt me. I got a few surprises, but it was good. Damn, I came without even being touched, so what does that tell you?"
He sighed as I took him in my arms and kissed him, letting my tongue explore his mouth.
"It was fantastic, Hollis. I felt this power; it was invigorating. Yet all I wanted to do was make you feel good, wanted to take you as far as I was able. Not sure I managed, but it was fun trying."
I laughed. "Oh, yes."
We lay wrapped up in each other for a moment. I was remembering the feelings I'd experienced, feelings of frustration because I wanted to touch him and feelings of joy because he was touching me. Touch, not something I'd ever given much thought to, yet it was something I'd always been comfortable with around Liander. This time, though, not being able to touch was part of the pleasure, and I knew why. I was teasing myself, indulging myself, and he made it possible.
"Think we could do with another trip to the bathing pool," he said lazily, "but I'm just not sure I could move at the moment."
"Yes, we are kind of sticky, aren't we? I couldn't move unless someone carried me. Three times, Liander...no wonder I've had it. Sleep."
"Think maybe you could make it four after we've had a good rest?"
"You're insatiable!"
"No, simply in love."
Reaching for the covers, I pulled them over us and snuggled against him for some much needed rest.
I was surprised to find I was awake before Hollis, but perhaps it was because I was so excited. Bringing the swords into play had been even more successful than I could've hoped, and it had only been the beginning.
It seemed Hollis was still dreaming, though it was hard to tell when half his face was mashed into the pillow. Mind, his mutterings suggested...
I wouldn't normally eavesdrop like this, but when I heard Fortil mentioned...well, you can't blame me, can you?
Hollis' eyes flickered and he moaned, so either it was a rather
good
dream or he was waking up. The idea of a good dream involving Fortil was eerie and I decided he must be waking up.
I stroked his shoulder and murmured, "Hollis?"
"Mmmm..."
"You awake?"
"Well, I think I am now," he murmured.
"You mind?" I smiled, leaning over and kissing his shoulder.
"Not if you wake me with a kiss. Anything else waking up?" he asked, peeking under the covers.
"Oh, yes. It's got a new lease on life." I grinned. "However, I'm not sure how I feel about sharing it with you when you have erotic dreams about Fortil."
"What!" I cried, shooting up out of bed.
Oh damn, what the hell did I say? Shit, shit, shit.
Liander laughed, getting up, too, and facing me across the bed. "Come on, Hollis. Don't look so stricken. Dreams are weird and there's not much we can do about them. Was it...interesting?"
I sighed because I knew Liander wouldn't let it drop.
"I was dreaming about you and him... You know, in the hall at night when you had to wash up and he wanted to..."
"And?"
"Well, in my dream, instead of Fortil pestering you to get into your pants, it was me. You were chained to me, and I wanted you. I was burning for you, but you just laughed and I got angry and..." I stopped, feeling guilty, feeling the heat rush into my cheeks.
"It was only a dream," he said.
"Yeah, but I...the idea of...wanting you, but you refusing... I was angry and I didn't care that you didn't want me. I was going to have you anyway. Lords... Forcing you."
Suddenly I smiled at the twinkle in his eye. He knows me better than I know myself.
"What if I were like Fortil, Liander? Do you think we could try it? Could I
take
you...you know,
force
you?"
He looked at me, eyes sparkling, and he laughed. "I guess, but you need to remember something. Fortil never did get me. If you want me, you're going to have to fight me for it--if you can catch me!" He laughed and dashed out of the room and into the bathing chamber. By the noises he was making, he was already halfway to the door to his room.
I clambered out of bed and gave chase.
Aw hell!
Life with Liander wasn't going to be easy...but it sure would be fun!
Stevie is a Brit living in the Northwest of England and has recently been able to leave her day job behind--though it's a quandary that there still doesn't seem to be much more free time in her day!
A long-time avid reader of romance with a dash of adventure, Stevie only stumbled over "slash" pairings a few years ago and was an immediate convert. Having dabbled with writing on and off for years, Stevie was tapping away on the keyboard not long afterward, inventing stories around two hot guys, gaining her first publication in the summer of 2007.
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On Alkya, a planet a long way from Earth, the Division of Investigation--Other Worlds--has set up a base where hundreds of personnel live and work. Among them are two men, Major Jake Archer and Captain Bart Hilton, who are part of one of the survey teams.
One evening, Jake asks Bart to do a work-related favor for him, requiring the other man to remain in the underground base. Needing information to complete the report he's preparing, Bart goes to Jake's office just as a huge explosion rips through the base.
Jake is horrified and riddled with guilt when he learns that Bart is missing and was last seen approaching Jake's office before the explosion. Unsure if Bart is still alive, Jake and his team are forced to wait for the engineers to dig out the man Jake secretly loves.
In pain, unable to move, Bart lies amidst the rubble, sliding in and out of consciousness. During his lucid moments, he lets his mind drift to better times, most of them spent with his friend Jake. And he also fears the roof will finally come down and kill him before he gets a chance to resolve his greatest regret--telling Jake how he really feels about him...