Fish and Ghosts by Rhys Ford

Author:Rhys Ford [Ford, Rhys]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 10

“KEEP YOUR hands there,” Wolf ordered Tristan and let go.

Fisting his fingers into Tristan’s wealth of blond hair, Wolf bent down to softly bite the man’s earlobe. Tristan was so damned responsive to his touch, writhing beneath him with every small brush of a finger or a lip ghosted across a spot of pale skin. Wolf felt Tristan tremble under his hands, a shivering ruffle of sinew and bone splaying out onto the bed in front of him. Guiding Tristan with a gentle nudge of his knee, Wolf got the man to spread his legs apart, the jut of his hips pushing Tristan’s cock into the hollow of Wolf’s thighs.

A virgin.

The last time he’d been with a virgin was when he was the virgin. Trying to remember back to the days of frustrated hard cocks and aching, clenched asses, Wolf sighed and rested his head on Tristan’s shoulder. Leaving a gentle kiss on the man’s collarbone, he whispered, “If something gets too much for you, you let me know, okay? This should feel good. If it doesn’t, say something. All right, babe?”

“Okay. Sure.” Tristan’s hands clenched Wolf’s shoulders, and he nodded, still caught by Wolf’s fingers in his hair.

Tristan probably didn’t know how sexy he sounded. A smear of posh over a tumbled amber voice did something to Wolf’s innards, and every time the man opened his mouth, a pour of heady verbal liquor flowed from between his kissable lips. There was a rich smokiness to the blond’s words, a slow slide of intelligence and sin, as if God took his time carving out a shard of golden moonlight and decided to use it for Tristan’s voice instead.

“Hold on,” Wolf murmured. “Forgot something.”

“What?” Tristan frowned and looked at the condom, lube, and other sundry surprises from the hotel’s packets laid out next to him. “What else do we need? What else is there that we need?”

“Tea parties. Wait, no, that’s what life’s about. Wrong answer,” he said, then pulled down Tristan’s body to blow a raspberry into his belly button.

He slid off the bed and closed the door before rejoining Tristan. Shoving the flyers, beads, and a couple of bottles of bubbles off of the mattress, Wolf moved the lubricant and condoms to the side so he could stretch out over Tristan without losing what they’d need later.

“Oh….” Tristan’s changeable eyes were drenched in emerald, and a blush ran up his belly before staining his cheeks pink. “Boris.”

“Yeah, Boris,” Wolf chuckled. “Nice enough guy, but I think he can keep himself occupied in the living room for a while.”

“He’ll probably sleep.”

“So long as he’s the only one in this apartment sleeping, then I’m okay with that.” Wolf hooked his fingers into the waistband of Tristan’s underwear. “You ready for me, Señor Pryce?”

“That’s got to be the weirdest thing someone’s ever said to me.” Tristan’s shyness was back. Wolf could see it creeping up to smother the laughter in his gorgeous face, a somber veil to drape over any scrap of happiness Tristan might have found inside himself.

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