Page 8 of Solomon's Ransom
“I wish I could do this for you,” Remma said. He pushed his face against Sol’s neck, the points of his teeth scraping gently right over the artery. “I wish I could feel your hot little cunt opening around my fingers. I’ll have to settle for feeling it opening around my dick.”
“It’s not a—don’t call it that,” Sol said breathlessly. He took his fingers out to add some more lube. There was no such thing as too much lube when it came to fucking Remma.
“Why not? That’s what it is. A sweet little pussy for me to fuck. What would you prefer? ‘Asshole’ sounds so crude.”
“I can’t believe you thinkthat’swhat’s crude,” Sol said. “Let’s use the technical terms. Call it my anus.”
Remma laughed against his neck. “That might work on me if I didn’t speak your language as well as I do. But you’re out of luck.”
“Darn,” Sol said. He pushed his fingers back in. That felt really—oh, stars. He wasn’t going to last once he had Remma inside him.
Not that he ever did.
He could feel Remma’s cock nudging at his belly, fully out now and hard as granite. Sol clumsily reached down with his free hand to press Remma’s cock there, against his navel and even higher, imagining how deep it would be inside him in just a minute. Halfway to his throat, it always felt like. He shivered. Holy stars, it would be so good.
He probably wasn’t quite ready, but—well, good enough. “Let’s go,” he said with a final pat to Remma’s cock.
“You sure?” Remma asked, but his hands were on Sol’s ass, kneading and squeezing. He wasn’t going to argue too much.
Sol wriggled around until he was facing the opposite direction, his back to Remma’s chest. Not his favorite position, but they didn’t have enough room in the sleeping bags for anything better, and this would do well enough. He reached back to grasp Remma’s hip and said again, “Let’s go.”
“You aren’t usually this impatient,” Remma said, which wasn’t actually true at all. He sounded amused. One of his hands drew away, and then the head of his cock kissed Sol’s hole, just a gentle touch for a moment before he flexed his hips and pushedin.
And that—oh, the slide of it, the thick searing pressure splitting Sol in two—he heard himself cry out. It was half pain and half ecstasy, and exactly what he needed.
Remma took less care with him than he usually did. He sank all the way in with a few sharp thrusts. The stretch made Sol groan and try to shift away, and Remma said, “Sorry, sorry,” a soothing hand sliding down Sol’s belly. “Sorry. I’m so worked up.”
“Me too,” Sol choked out. “Remma?—”
“Do you need to come? I’ll take care of you.” Remma’s hand slid down to Sol’s cock and wrapped around it. Sol flexed in his grasp, leaking and unbelievably hard. But he didn’t want to come yet—he wanted to draw it out.
“Wait,” he gasped, hand on Remma’s wrist, and Remma stilled. “Not yet.”
“You want to suffer, little one? That’s your call.” Remma sounded amused, which Sol hated, but Remma’s cock was hard and hot and buried so deep inside Sol’s ass he couldn’t breathe, which sort of made up for it.
Remma moved inside him in short, hard thrusts, rocking deep. Despite the cold air on his face, Sol was sweating in the warm circle of Remma’s arms. Remma’s hand stayed on his cock, holding him loosely, and that little bit of friction as they moved together had Sol teetering on the edge, so close to falling over.
He fought it. He wasn’t ready for this to end, because he didn’t know when he’d be able to bring himself to ask for it again. There was always the shame of knowing how Remma saw him: just another interchangeable human hungry for a ride on a big dick.
“You feel so good,” Remma murmured to him, teeth scraping the sensitive nape of Sol’s neck. “Tight, wet. I’d have you every day if you weren’t so skittish.”
“I’m not—skittish,” Sol managed, barely hanging on. Skittish wasn’t the right word. Wary. Cautious. He was protecting himself as much as he could while still indulging in Remma’s dick. Remma should thank him.
“You play so coy with me,” Remma said. “Cold to me most of the time, and then you’re at my door in the middle of the night, already slicked up for my cock. What am I supposed to make of that?”
“I—don’t know,” Sol said, the words jolted out of him by Remma’s thrusts. It was strange to think of Remma considering his behavior in any way—noticing it, wondering about it to himself. He hadn’t thought Remma took much note of him outside of their encounters. “I—Remma, let’s talk about this some other time.”
Remma’s breath puffed against Sol’s neck. “That’s fair. I’m more interested in coming in you than talking.”
“Are you going to—fill me up,” Sol asked, flushing to think of it, Remma’s spend deep in his guts, creamy white and flooding him. He wanted that almost more than he wanted to come himself. His cock throbbed in Remma’s hand.
“I need you to come first. Milk it out of me.”
Sol clenched involuntarily. Shit,shit, he was going to come just from Remma talking to him like that. “Remma?—”
“That’s it.” Remma’s hand began to move in deliberate strokes along Sol’s shaft. “I want to feel your asshole fluttering around me. There’s nothing better. You get sotight. I wish I didn’t ever have to come anywhere but inside you.”
You don’t have to, Sol wanted to say, but that was just his impending orgasm talking. But what would it be like—to have Remma come seek him out, to have Remma use his ass whenever he wanted? He couldn’t say the thought didn’t make him hot.