Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(11)
“Please what? What is it that you want?” There was an edge to Storm’s voice, he could hear it clearly, although he had tried to hide it. Bitterness and a little anger.
Sky opened his amber eyes and fixed them on Storm’s, his pupils dilated with lust. “I want you inside me. Please?”
As Storm pushed in, slowly and more gently than he thought he could, Sky’s eyes fluttered shut and a sharp hiss escaped his lips. Sky’s head fell back, exposing his long, milky neck. Storm kept pushing, urging Sky to breathe and loosen up for him. The man was busy panting and cursing.
Storm leaned closer, cupping his face and giving him a deep, wet, bruising kiss. Their first one, unless he counted the one before Sky had left the castle. That had been a quick peck between two children. This was real, this was tantalizing, this was the best kiss of Storm’s life. He got lost in it, and pushed himself deeper, until he felt Sky’s soft yet hard ass cheeks against his groin. He moaned into Sky’s mouth, drunk with the way he was being squeezed and the unique taste of Sky’s mouth.
Sky wrapped his legs around Storm’s waist and tangled his fingers in Storm’s hair, pulling him closer. It was such a rush, Storm started moving despite his earlier thoughts of giving Sky a moment to adjust. Storm pulled out only to push back in, all at a maddeningly slow pace. Every cell in Storm cried out for faster and rougher, but he wanted to take his time. His husband might not deserve such care and tenderness, but Storm simply couldn’t act in any other way than gentle. Storm forced himself to stop thinking, focusing on the taste of the tongue he was sucking into his mouth, on the fevered channel pulling him in deeper with each snap of Storm’s hips, on the fact that he was balls deep in Sky, the one thing he’d thought impossible.
They moved together, Sky’s body molding itself to match Storm’s, to meet his thrusts, and push them to such unimaginable peaks of pleasure. Sky kept moaning and groaning into Storm’s mouth, stopping any attempt to end the kiss, their lips fused together as if they kept each other alive. Sky’s hands moved from Storm’s hair down his back, and gripped Storm’s ass with more strength than Storm would have imagined he’d feel from Sky.
As his control faltered and his orgasm rushed forward, Storm plunged his tongue deeper into Sky’s mouth, trying to take him all in, carve everything in his memory, as if he’d ever be able to forget something like this. Storm felt Sky cry out before the actual sounds made it to him. Sky trembled in Storm’s arms and hot seed shot over both of their bellies. As Sky’s muscles gripped him in an impossibly tight lock, Storm shouted his husband’s name and finally let go, stream after stream flowing into Sky’s ass. It was the best feeling in the world, the perfect orgasm, everything Storm never thought he’d have with the man he’d married.
Storm collapsed on top of a thoroughly spent and exhausted Sky. Despite the overwhelming bliss, Storm felt Sky’s small kisses along the side of his neck and on his cheek. Sky’s tenderness and delicacy made pain and anger shake Storm’s heart at the knowledge of this being nothing more than a lapse in judgment caused by too much wine.
Storm slid off his husband’s body and rolled to his side. Sky turned in his arms, pushing his ass and his back flush against Storm’s come-stained body, fusing them together. Storm sighed and tightened his embrace, not yet ready to return to their reality. This felt too good and he hoped he had until morning to revel in the shaky fantasy.
Sky was snoring softly. Storm pushed himself up on his forearm and elbow and watched Sky sleep. He looked relaxed, his features free of the strain. Storm cringed when he took a closer look. The sweat, the sheets, and the long day had cleared most of the potions and powders Sera used on him. The need for such disguises was suddenly obvious. Sky was pale like a ghost and there were dark circles around his eyes.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Storm whispered, brushing away a strand of blond hair from Sky’s face. He wrapped his arms around Sky and held him close, placing kisses on his hair and shoulder. Just when he was about to fall asleep, Sky turned in his arms, his lips feverishly searching for Storm’s. His husband wasn’t even fully awake when their kiss deepened and turned scorching, but Sky’s body seemed more than ready for what was coming and Storm responded to his need.
“It’s not dawn yet,” Sky mumbled over Storm’s lips.
Storm replied with a nod and a chuckle, then rolled to his back and pulled his husband on top of him. Storm’s cock quickly filled as Sky started to writhe. Storm kept kissing him, smiling at the soft tickle of the blond locks on his face, keeping Sky close as he started rolling his hips to get some friction.
Storm spit in his hand and rubbed it all over his cock. With a loud sigh, he thrust up, sheathing his throbbing cock deep into Sky’s hot channel. Storm loved the powerful grip of Sky’s muscles, the melting warmth, and the shiver and moans Sky rewarded him with. It felt so good. Storm could see himself doing this forever. He knew he only had until dawn. He knew that once fully awake, Sky would go back to his usual self, to the cold shoulder and pretend marriage. Sky sucked Storm’s tongue into his mouth and bit it, drawing him out of his darker thoughts.
He gripped Sky, pulling his husband flush against him, then grabbed Sky’s hips and started moving in and out of him in earnest, desperate to fuse the two of them together, to feel everything falling apart again. Storm called Sky’s name against his lips as he felt the edge of his orgasm. He hoped Sky was there with him as he was too far gone to stop or do anything more than pound Sky as hard as he could.