Wrecked by Wadsworth Deanna

Author:Wadsworth, Deanna [Wadsworth, Deanna]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Deanna Wadsworth
Published: 2020-04-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desires. I have no precious time at all to spend, nor services to do, till you require.”

—William Shakespeare; Sonnet 57, 1609 AD

“Can I sketch you?”

The question was so sudden, Mathew started. Dozing, he had not realized Rief was still awake despite the lateness of the hour. He was snuggled tightly behind Rief, his knee between his thighs and the candles still flickering around their perfect cocoon of passion and love.

He tipped his head to look back at Mathew, as if afraid he might say “no.”

Who in their right mind would be able to reject that fearful yet hopeful look? Knowing he had not been in his right mind since first setting eyes on the other man, he nodded. “Of course.”

After delivering a quick peck to his cheek, Rief extracted himself from the bed and strode across the room. Stretching languidly, toes reaching to the coolness of sheets below, Mathew rolled over to enjoy the display of round, pert ass. Rief rummaged through a dresser, withdrawing paper and a box of charcoal. A warm feeling stirred in his groin. Never in his most illicit fantasies did he imagine there might be a place inside a man’s body to create such pleasure. Sure, he had spent many a satisfying load, but none had been as intense as what Rief had obviously experienced. While the dynamic of two men had required him to reevaluate his preconceived notions, he was not rethinking his ban on being buggered—Rief’s cock was too frighteningly large to invite inside one’s body without serious thought.

Yet he looked forward to doing it for Rief.

He looked forward to doing anything and everything this man wanted.

Rief pulled the table with candles closer to the bed, looking through Mathew as if he were something entirely foreign. When he reached for the blanket tucked under his chin, Mathew shied away.

Recalling himself, Rief smiled and asked, “May I adjust this?”

Completely helpless surrounded by the musky scent of their coupling, he nodded.

Rief lowered the blanket until it grazed his cock. He freed Mathew’s arms and untucked his feet, leaving the barest of his body covered. Feeling awkward and on display, Mathew smoothed his hair.

“No,” Rief cried. He jumped and Rief softened his tone. “Please, don’t. I like your hair that way. It looks like you’ve just had a romp in the sack.”

Blushing, Mathew smiled. “Well, I think I did.”

When Rief sat beside him, Mathew let his gaze soak in the other man’s nakedness. All these years he had trained himself not to notice attractive men and their bodies, but no such scruples held him back this time. Today, his eyes could drink their fill because, in this bed, they had no secrets.

Here, with Rief, he could just be.

With great interest, he watched Rief touch charcoal to paper, drawing a long smooth line. Then another. The simple marks looked like nothing but a quick moment later they connected, taking shape. A form.

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