Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(21)
When Storm looked up, Sky was blushing so hard, his neck and chest were as red as his face. Storm had never seen anything as endearing. He kissed Sky briefly, then jumped out of the bed, hurrying into the bathing chamber. He returned with a bottle containing some special oil Sera had made. The woman had made a fortune with this little potion of hers, it was the best male couples could find anywhere in the world. As he was holding it, Storm stopped and stared at the container, raising both his eyebrows. He’d had Sera make him one for every time he returned home. It had been his glimmer of hope that one day, one day he’d finally have Sky.
“Storm, what’s wrong?”
Storm looked up at Sky’s frown and winked. “Absolutely nothing, husband mine. This little thing,” he said wiggling the bottle, “will make everything more pleasurable.” Still holding it, he crawled over Sky and nudged him to spread his legs again. Storm loomed over him, his hands caressing every bit of skin he could reach. Sky’s body rolled and arched, moving into the caresses and prolonging the contact. Smiling at how beautifully they responded to each other, Storm pressed their lips together. His tongue slid along Sky’s, making him groan at the warm, wet sensation.
As they kissed and grinded against each other, Storm uncapped the bottle and bent it until the lemon-scented, thick oil soaked his fingers. He poured some on his free hand, wanting to make everything slick and ready. Taking advantage of Storm’s temporary distraction, Sky closed his lips and teeth around his nipple, making Storm cry out. Sky continued his onslaught with Storm’s other nipple. He was learning fast, Storm thought, pushing him back on the bed.
Storm’s fingers closed around Sky’s cock, stroking him slowly. It was enough to make Sky jerk and murmur Storm’s name. Storm used his free hand to slowly massage Sky’s crease, circling his entrance. He used all his patience to wait for Sky to be fully relaxed before he pressed a finger in.
Sky’s eyes shot open, but as he was breached further, he relaxed and sighed. Storm took his time, letting his husband adjust before starting to move in and out of him.
“Kiss me,” Sky whispered, cupping Storm’s face and pulling him closer. Unable to deny him, Storm explored Sky’s mouth with unrestrained greed, adding one more finger inside his husband’s tight and unbelievably hot channel.
“Oh, hell, you feel so good. And it’s just my fingers I’m using.”
Sky pushed down on Storm’s fingers, a needy whimper making the skin on Storm’s neck turn into gooseflesh.
“More,” Sky said before attacking Storm’s lips. His hips kept snapping and thrusting, and Storm’s patience was hanging by a feeble thread. Sky looked so enticing splayed on the bed under Storm, his eyes half-closed, his lips bright red and swollen. And those little lust-filled sounds he made… delightful.
Storm took his cock in hand and positioned himself at Sky’s entrance. He hissed at the grip Sky’s fingers had on his hips, taking the needy grab as encouragement. Storm allowed himself to push in, slowly, giving his husband time to adjust to his girth.
“Damn it, you’re so big,” Sky said, groaning and wiggling in an attempt to take Storm deeper.
“Relax, love. I don’t want to hurt you.” Storm’s pleas fell on deaf ears. Sky insisted on impaling himself on Storm’s cock. Giving up the fight, Storm thrust forward with more force, bottoming out and hearing his husband yelp at the intrusion.
Storm was just about to apologize when Sky kissed him feverishly. “Yes, just like that! Claim me, Storm, I want to feel you making me yours again.”
Storm’s eyes widened at his husband’s request. He’d wrongfully assumed Sky’s memories of their night together were fuzzy. Apparently not. Storm gave in. He moved in and out of Sky with precise, short thrusts, then changed his rhythm to long, deeper ones. Changing his angle until he had Sky moaning and calling his name at every move, Storm knew he’d never have enough of this. It seemed so perfect, so easy, that at times he couldn’t remember how on earth they’d survived a year without each other.
As Storm felt his climax building up, he leaned over Sky, so that his cock would rub against Storm’s belly. Storm crushed his lips to Sky’s and gave up any pretense of control, fucking his husband so hard, the bed started banging against the wall. The room was soon filled with gasps, moans, grunts, and the erotic slap of skin against skin. Storm heard Sky cry out, then mumble his name and with a final trust, Storm crumbled with his own release.
Storm wanted to move aside, give Sky a little breathing room, but his husband’s deadlock around his neck made him reconsider. Using his forearms as best he could to support his weight, Storm lay there with Sky, panting and whispering the sweet nothings he’d always craved to share with his husband. He now could, with Sky awake and aware. It felt so much better than talking to the back of Sky’s sleeping form.
CHAPTER X
The Departure
SKY COULDN’T BELIEVE how happy he was. Ever since the meltdown in Storm’s office, and their subsequent conversation, the two royal husbands had been so sickly sweet, everyone around them was affected. None more vocal than Cloud, who had taken to carrying lemons with her whenever she was in Sky and Storm’s company. She claimed all the sweetness would have her throwing up without sucking on a slice of the sour fruit.
They were overly tactile and seemed to find a way to end up joined at the hip, all smiles and professions of love. If he were honest, Sky would also say he’d never in his life been so sore. Muscles he didn’t even remember having ached and strained. It was almost as if he’d been transported back to their childhood years, when they were both trained to fight and survive.