A Seditious Affair(30)

Dominic shook his head. He couldn’t speak; he could barely breathe. He was so hard it hurt.

He’d never wanted a way to say stop. That had always been Silas’s care. Dominic was almost sure that if he said it now, Silas would stop, just in case. Almost sure. The fractional uncertainty sang along his nerves and skin.

He knelt there, pinioned and helpless, and felt the blood pound through him like army drums.

Silas unbuttoned his trousers. One, two. Freed his thick erection and rubbed it, almost thoughtfully, then took a step forward and swiped the tip along Dominic’s parted lips. He inhaled male must, the scent of Silas.

“All right then, Tory.” He took a grip on Dominic’s hair. They were still staring into one another’s eyes. “Go on.”

Dominic leaned forward, feeling the tug of chain between his wrists, and took Silas’s cock in his mouth. He was braced for a hard thrust, one to make him choke. It didn’t come.

He glanced up. Silas was looking down at him, face unreadable.

He played his tongue over the end, not quite sure what Silas wanted. Tightened his lips around the ridged shaft, slid his mouth along the length, heard Silas groan. The fingers in his hair were gentle now, not tugging. Stroking.

“Aye, that. No, not too fast.”

Dominic slowed his pace, hollowing his cheeks to increase the suction. Pleasured Silas, on his knees, with his mouth because he couldn’t use his hands, with Silas’s own rough hands caressing his scalp, Silas’s savage groans a contrast to his stillness.

He could have fucked Dominic’s throat raw and, instead, this. This was what he wanted?

Dominic made some noise, he wasn’t sure what, around Silas’s prick. Poured everything he had into the act, using lips and tongue and the gentlest of teeth, serving him as lovingly as ever he’d served Richard. You’ll never get a gamahuching like this, not from anyone else. Pulled away a little when he could taste Silas was close, earning a groan.

“Aye,” Silas whispered. “Take your time. Oh, my Tory. I want to chain you to the bed and make you yell all night.” His hand ran through Dominic’s hair, shaking. His legs were shaking too, planted wide as they were. “You beautiful fuckster. God. Stop.”

He jerked away. Dominic sat back on his heels. Silas’s eyes were shut, teeth gritted against impending climax. Savage, and vulnerable.

After a moment, Silas opened his eyes and looked down. “Last time, then,” he rasped.

He squatted, bringing them to the same level. He didn’t look away from Dominic’s face as his hands found the buttons of his breeches. Dominic gave a gasp of relief as the constricting cloth came loose.

“Tell you again.” Silas sounded hoarse. “You want me to stop, just put out your hands.”

He had a hold of Dominic’s prick. Stroking, nothing more, thumb and forefinger making a ring to pull him off. Nothing at all special, except for his helplessness.

“God.” Dominic could barely form speech. “Please.”

“Say it,” Silas said softly, watching his eyes. “I know you. Say it.”

“Stop,” Dominic whispered, and—thank you, thank you—felt the pressure on his length increase. “Stop. Please. Don’t. Oh God, you know I can’t, I don’t, please…” He strained against the cuffs in the dark joy of helplessness. Silas put a hand on his shoulder for balance, leaning in so close that Dominic could feel his breath, hand working Dominic harder now. And Dominic knew his own face gave away everything, couldn’t stop it as he stared into the mongrel eyes of the one man in the world who knew him.

Silas leaned an inch farther and kissed him.

It was almost tentative. Tender. Dominic’s mouth slackened in astonishment. A hand moved around the back of his skull, and then Silas’s mouth was hot and hard over his own, and Dominic was being as thoroughly kissed as ever he had been. Silas’s lips on his, Silas’s tongue in his mouth, and Dominic kissed him back with a frenzy of need, straining against the damned cuffs because he wanted his hands now, wanted to hold Silas as he was being held.

No use there. Silas scooped an arm round his waist and bent him back as if he were an actress being ravished in a melodrama, other hand gripping the back of his head. Dominic gasped against his mouth, bit at his lips, felt stubble rasp over his face. Hungry, wet, savage kisses that had been pent up for too long, Silas’s prick hard against his own, his powerful body pressed to Dominic’s, weight bearing him down.

Silas leaned in that bit too far. Dominic grunted and went over backward under him, hitting the floor, chained hands trapped behind his back, Silas heavy between his legs and on his chest. Weighing him down, kissing him still, and the pressure of cocks and bellies hard against each other. Silas gripping his face with hot, shaking hands; Dominic thrusting against him, helpless and desperate and open, needing Silas’s lips and teeth and tongue, wrists pressed hard against their bonds.