Page 22 of Troubled Skies (Blue Skies #3)

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Ren

Despite the intense desire to have Adrian all to himself, Ren took a leisurely path from the dining room to the cabin to give the stews time to deliver their dessert and turn down the bed.

He led Adrian around the yacht’s exterior, pausing by the rail a few times to admire the view of the Castell d’Eivissa on its hill looming over the city.

It was a sight Ren usually loved. But tonight, he only saw Adrian and the way the city and marina lights danced in Adrian’s eyes, lit flares of red and gold in his hair, the way the shadows cut across his face, and the irresistible way Adrian’s lips parted as he stared across the water.

Ren didn’t even try to resist temptation.

He kissed Adrian deeply, unbuttoning Adrian’s jacket to run his hands over as much warm, silky skin as he could touch.

He was no closer to figuring out why he found this man so alluring, why Adrian’s touch made him feel as if he would never get enough, and why he was so desperate to be with Adrian in any way possible.

The more time he spent with Adrian, the more he had to fight against the urge to fall to his knees and beg the man to stay for the entire trip to the Maldives.

Shoving all those thoughts to the side as best he could, Ren forced himself to stay focused on the here and now in which Adrian was in his arms. If all he had were these few, inadequate hours, he would make them memorable enough to console him for the next two weeks.

That was why he did not rush them back to the cabin, content to stoke the fires of their arousal with kisses and touches until they turned into an inferno.

He got his wish when Adrian pinned him against the side of the yacht, bodies aligned with no space between them, groaning as he rutted against Ren’s thigh, hands exploring Ren’s chest and abdomen, slipping below the waistband of his pants.

Like Adrian, Ren wore nothing beneath them, and he gasped as Adrian’s hot hand closed around his cock, hips bucking of their own accord into that tight fist, the feel of Adrian’s rock-hard erection pressed against him turning him on that much more.

“Are we safe here?” Adrian asked.

Even in the low light, Ren could see the flush on his cheeks, the ruby-colored swell of his lips, and the fevered glint in his eyes.

“Safe for what, poussin?” Ren murmured, his arousal spiking at why he hoped Adrian was asking.

“From being seen?”

Ren cast a glance around them. They were tucked into an alcove mid-ship, behind them was a cabin not currently in use, and in front of them was the marina with no ships moored alongside them, no small craft in the water.

Unless a pap was out there in scuba gear—something Ren highly doubted—they were safe from any prying eyes.

“No one can see us,” Ren said.

The smile Adrian gave him was feral. “Good,” he said. “I want you in my mouth.”

“Then what are you waiting for, mon cher? Suce ma bite.” Ren said, hips punching forward at the promise in Adrian’s sultry voice.

Adrian lowered himself to the deck, taking Ren’s pants with him as he knelt.

Ren felt Adrian’s warm breath on his cock and fought to control his desire to feel every inch of himself encased in the hot, wet harbor of Adrian’s mouth, concerned he would hurt Adrian if he did not.

He needn’t have worried. Adrian’s lips slid over his cockhead and kept going until Ren felt the back of Adrian’s throat. And then he swallowed.

“Merde!” Ren shouted as Adrian did it again, then slid from root back to tip and began to work his way down once more.

This time, his wicked tongue teased and swirled around Ren’s cock while clever fingers played with his balls.

Ren trembled with desire, with the effort of holding himself back, even as he felt his control slipping under Adrian’s continued onslaught.

“I do not know if I can last, poussin,” he ground out, almost sobbing as Adrian pulled off.

With wild eyes, he glanced down and groaned at what he saw.

Adrian knelt at his feet, lips and chin shiny with spit as was the tip of Ren’s cock that swayed mere centimeters from Adrian’s mouth.

But it was the heat in Adrian’s eyes as their gazes collided that made him thrust forward.

And Adrian— mon Dieu! —opened his mouth and let Ren slide home without looking away.

He went back to work, leaving Ren helpless to do anything but enjoy the ride as his arousal ramped up, and his climax began to claw its way up from his balls.

“I am going to come, poussin,” Ren gasped out, then cursed as Adrian redoubled his efforts, sucking and swallowing, teasing with both his tongue and clever fingers until Ren couldn’t take it anymore.

He tangled his hands in Adrian’s hair, holding him still, and staring into those emerald green eyes, waiting for Adrian to give him permission.

When Adrian blinked, then turned pliant, jaw relaxing as he tilted his head back ever so slightly, Ren finally let himself go.

Fucking into Adrian’s mouth, he was frantic to get as deep as he could, and Adrian took him, groaning around his cock as Ren’s hips drove forward, thrusting with a mindless brutality as his climax coiled and built until he came, pouring himself into Adrian’s mouth as Adrian swallowed around him.

Ren staggered, his back hitting the yacht, his knees ready to buckle until Adrian rose and pressed against him, mouth seeking his.

The taste of his own cum was bitter on Adrian’s tongue, but Ren didn’t care.

He whimpered as Adrian owned his mouth, the kiss deep and filthy, but it was life and gave Ren the strength he needed to remain upright.

His hands were still tangled in Adrian’s hair, the silky strands wrapped around his fingers, and Ren reveled in their texture, in the scent of Adrian’s musk and arousal, as the kiss slowed, became languid, and finally stopped as Adrian shifted position and laid his head on Ren’s shoulder.

“Oh, mon c?ur, tu es une révélation et un trésor,” Ren murmured, his heart still pounding wildly.

Adrian sighed. “I have no idea what any of that means,” he said, and Ren chuckled.

“It means you are amazing, and I cannot wait to return the favor as soon as I am steady enough on my feet to get you to the cabin.”

“Hmmmm.” Adrian snuggled closer, and Ren finally lowered his hands so he could wrap Adrian up in his arms.

“What happened, poussin?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have been so reserved, so…je ne sais pas…but it has not been this.”

“Oh.” Adrian hummed. “I finally decided to let myself enjoy you.”

Ren didn’t know why, but Adrian’s words filled him with gratitude and sorrow in equal parts because he could guess that Adrian’s earlier hesitations came from his history with his ex.

Adrian was passionate in his temper, in his desires, but Ren had had only a glimpse of what he sensed burned beneath the surface until this evening.

Though he suspected Adrian did not feel this way, Ren sensed that Adrian did not give himself easily, and he was honored Adrian had felt safe enough with him to do so. Honored, aroused, and wanting more.

“Let us go down to the cabin, poussin,” Ren said with a gentle kiss to the top of Adrian’s head. “I wish to make love to you.”

Adrian turned his head enough for him to stare into Ren’s eyes, for Ren to admire their extraordinary color which was clear even in the shadows they inhabited. A slow nod made Ren’s heart beat faster again, and his cock twitched as it began to revive.

“I’d like that,” Adrian murmured, and tipped his chin up giving Ren no choice but to kiss his slightly swollen lips.

Their progress to the cabin was impeded by many such moments because Ren found himself incapable of keeping his hands off Adrian long enough to move more than a few feet at a time, but eventually, they made it through the door.

And no further as Ren pressed Adrian against it and feasted on his mouth and neck while his hands freed Adrian of his clothing, letting all of it drop to the floor until Adrian was naked against him.

Except for the dark pearls that adorned Adrian’s elegant neck.

The sight of them against Adrian’s pale skin turned Ren on as he nuzzled into the hollow formed by Adrian’s collarbone and shoulder, the pearls bumping against his nose.

“Oh, poussin,” Ren murmured then fell into his native language as English failed him even though he knew Adrian could not understand him.

And yet, Adrian seemed to. As Ren praised his silky skin and sexy body, touching and caressing while he whispered words of worship into Adrian’s ears, Adrian whimpered and moaned, head thrown back to expose his throat, body begging for more contact.

Ren ground his still clothed erection against Adrian’s naked cock, loving the way Adrian cried out in pleasure and then frustration when Ren moved away.

“Let us get on the bed,” Ren whispered and laughed as Adrian scooted around him, taking hold of Adrian’s hand before he got too far away to touch. “Slowly, poussin, I want to admire you.”

Heat flared in Adrian’s emerald eyes as he turned and backed away from Ren. His hand drifted to his cock, and Adrian began to stroke himself at a languorous pace. Ren groaned at the sight, but remained by the door, the increasing distance between him and Adrian ramping up his arousal.

“You are beautiful, mon cher, mon trésor, mon ange.”

As Adrian continued to stroke himself, Ren found it increasingly difficult to stay where he was, but he forced himself to do nothing but watch and marvel at how this incredible and perfect man had all but fallen into his life.

His own cock ached, and he felt the hot slide of precum drip down his length, almost burning him with its heat.

He wanted to touch himself, to mirror Adrian, but denied himself, enjoying the tension in his body as his desire grew.

“Are you going to join me?” Adrian asked.