Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(10)

“To be with you, to be yours. Just this once. Please, Storm, don’t say no.”





CHAPTER V


The Glimpse



STORM WAS CONVINCED he was either dreaming, or Sky was too drunk. Either way, nothing was real. It couldn't be. Yet here his husband was, begging to be taken, rolling his hips and pushing his ass into Storm’s cock. Maybe Sky just needed release. Maybe Storm should just get out of their bed and go sleep somewhere else.

As Storm pushed up on his arm, trying to break free from the covers, a small sob stopped him.

"Please, Storm. I beg you, don't reject me. Not tonight."

Sky sounded pained, needy. It was all too much and Storm found himself giving in, trailing his fingers up Sky's thigh and grazing the soft skin on the side of his neck with his teeth. Storm licked up to his ear, nipping the shell and flicking the lobe. Sky moaned and arched his back, panting and shivering.

Storm's hand closed around the base of Sky’s cock and felt him jerk at the sensation.

"So good," Sky whispered, hissing when Storm’s thumb spread the abounding fluid over Sky’s cockhead, his nail pushing into the slit. Storm started stroking him with long, slow moves. He chuckled at his husband’s whimpers and curses. Storm stilled briefly, wondering if Sky also reacted so delectably to other lovers' touches or if it was something he’d saved just for Storm. He growled possessively, tightening his grip.

"No, Storm, wait!"

"Don't want to." He bit Sky’s shoulder.

"Please, you'll make me come! I don't want it to be over."

Storm chuckled and kissed his cheek. "Sky, this won't end until sunrise." He nipped Sky’s jawline, moving his hand faster up and down his shaft. Sky was panting and trying to resist him but soon started thrusting wildly into Storm’s fist. He cursed and screamed Storm's name as he started spilling his seed over Storm’s hand. Storm kept stroking his husband through his release, groaning at the feel of his twitches. He released Sky’s cock and licked his hand clean.

"You taste so fucking good, Sky." Storm once again pushed himself off the bed, wanting to straddle Sky's legs but thin fingers dug into his arm.

"No, you said you wouldn't stop!"

"I'm not. On your back."

Sky complied and Storm got on top of him, sliding down his body. His tongue darted out, licking the come-soaked cock in front of him. He groaned at the taste of semen and Sky's flesh, craving every drop. Sky moaned loudly, arching off the bed, his cock quickly filling again.

"Good gods, Storm. What are you doing to me?"

Storm arched a brow, puzzled by Sky’s question. It was more than self-explanatory at this point. "I am sucking your cock, what does it look like I’m doing?"

Storm grabbed the base of Sky’s shaft and started licking the engorged head, lapping up the beads of precome already pooling for him. Storm’s own cock was pushing painfully against the mattress. He swallowed Sky whole, sucking him down his throat until Sky’s soft pubic hair tickled his lips and nose.

"Sweet fucking gods. You're killing me."

Storm groaned around him, the vibrations lifting his husband off the bed once more. Storm sucked him harder, hollowing his cheeks and growling, caressing the underside of his shaft with the flat of his tongue.

"Storm, stop, please!"

Storm was deaf to Sky's begging. He was hungry for more of the tangy, sweet essence he'd been introduced to. He was soon rewarded with exactly what he needed, as Sky's come shot down his throat. Sky cried and moaned until he lost his voice, the sounds going straight to Storm's cock, making it throb with need. Storm’s hands slid under Sky's thighs and spread him more, pushing his legs up. He trailed his tongue down Sky’s crease and sucked on his hole. Storm pushed inside, breaching the tight ring of muscle with his tongue and using spit and Sky's own come to slick him up.

A few moments later, Storm replaced his tongue with a finger, looking up to see the blissful, yet surprised look on the man's face. Eyes wide, jaw dropping, hands clutching the sheets. If Storm didn't know any better, he would have thought Sky had never had anything up his ass before.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Storm hissed, frowning at the strong grip on his fingers. He had to take his time loosening Sky. He wasn’t particularly happy about it, he was already dying to be inside his husband, to feel that hot tight channel clenching around him.

Storm took deep, calming breaths as he stretched Sky, watching his open-mouthed reaction to everything Storm did: one finger, two, a quick brush over his prostate. Storm had expected this particular part to go a lot faster. It seemed his husband didn’t bottom much. Another deep frown played on Storm’s face. He closed his eyes and licked around his fingers, trying not to think of anything else but what he was about to experience.

He slid up Sky’s body and pushed his legs as he went, growling when he saw Sky on display, his knees almost touching his shoulders, his cock leaking again, his entrance begging to be breached.

“Hold your legs, Sky,” he ordered in a stern voice. His husband complied, his hands snaking around the back of his knees. Storm palmed his cock and positioned it, teasing the ring of muscle with the head, letting precome soak it.

“Please, Storm. Please,” Sky murmured.