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“And every moment since.”
Raider closed his eyes as his body rocked slightly. But he asked, as though there could be any question, “Even now?”
“Especially now. So get the hell over here. Because my cock’s been hard for days, and I fucking need you.”
CHAPTER 29
AROUSAL SURGED so hot and hard through Raider that he had to catch himself with an outstretched hand. Unlike Seth, Raider didn’t make a practice of self-denial, so he felt he should be immune to this kind of desperate, starving need. But with Seth …
He was desperate.
He was starving.
And he’d been afraid—afraid that his nightmares and dark mood might have killed Seth’s attraction to him. It had taken Raider a while to work his way out of that darkness, to put aside the feelings he didn’t want, to choose better ones. Then, once he had, he’d found himself uncharacteristically hesitant, afraid of Seth’s rejection.
For days, he’d been dying for Seth to touch him, kiss him, fuck him. Seth had touched him some, it had been tenderness only. And while Raider couldn’t help but crave that tenderness, he needed it balanced with raw, rough desire.
Earlier today when Seth had kissed him, Raider had felt himself come back to life. It had been as though the world had been muted for days and had suddenly burst into vibrant color and sound. But he needed more than that kiss. He needed Seth’s hands mastering him. He needed Seth’s voice commanding him. He needed Seth’s cock driving into him so hard that there was no room in him for anything else.
Distracted by the heat pulsing into his groin, the lighting up of his entire body, Raider hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes, hadn’t heard Seth approach.
He gasped as Seth’s hands closed on his arms and hauled him up. He moaned as Seth growled, “Come here.”
When Seth leaned in to kiss him, Raider responded by sweeping his tongue into Seth’s mouth, tasting him, claiming him, demanding everything from him. Moaning, Seth clutched at him, fingers gripping Raider’s hips.
Raider reached between their bodies to find the waistband of Seth’s pants and worked his fingers inside. He didn’t know how Seth could stand such confining clothing, but there was something undeniably erotic about brushing the leaking tip of his cock where it was trapped against his belly.
Seth gasped as Raider’s hand forced its way into the tight space, closing around his thick, hard length, which pulsed deliciously in his grip. Raider’s mouth watered at the thought of that massive cock tunneling into him. It was hard to believe it could even fit inside his body, but he wanted it. Every thick inch.
When Raider’s fingers shoved deeper to curl under Seth’s balls and drag upward, Seth barked out a curse, breaking the kiss. He fumbled with Raider’s sash but couldn’t find the end of it. Raider chuckled and stepped back, drawing his hand free of Seth’s cock.
Raider wanted to undress Seth, but he also wanted to tease him. He opted for the latter, which he felt Seth would find more frustrating—and he definitely wanted Seth frustrated. He wanted Seth at the edge of his control. He wanted him rough and raw and harsh.
So Raider quickly tugged his sash free, untied his drawstring, and slipped out of his clothes. Seth’s eyes dropped to the rigid length of cock jutting from Raider’s body. When his cock twitched at the attention, Seth groaned and reached for him. But Raider slipped away and sauntered to the tent, snagging the oil from his pack as he went.
“You think that’s funny?” Seth growled.
Raider grinned over his shoulder as he ducked under the canopy that Seth had made of the tent. “Yes.”
Seth had been setting up the tent this way for a while now, leaving the sides up. They hadn’t talked about Raider’s claustrophobia, but Seth had clearly figured it out. And he had accommodated it without complaint. Raider had never appreciated that more than he did now as he knelt on the blankets facing Seth, the view unobstructed.
Setting the oil aside, Raider wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke, pleased when the sight made Seth growl and scrabble at the buckles of his vest. He shucked it off and flung it down.
Raider chuckled, enjoying Seth’s little fit of temper—and the sight of his bare torso, thick with muscle.
Glaring, Seth bent to remove his boots, his arms and shoulders flexing deliciously as he worked. His right shoulder was still bruised but didn’t seem to be bothering him too much. When he had his boots and socks off, he straightened, tugged at the lacing of his pants, and shoved them roughly off his hips, suddenly baring the huge, brutal length of his cock.
“Fuck, Seth,” Raider breathed at the sight.
He needed that body. He needed that cock. He needed that man.
Seth didn’t touch himself, didn’t tease. He came striding toward the tent, that heavy cock bobbing at his hips. His whole body was power, and Raider shivered in anticipation as all that power headed his way with the clear intention of fucking him.
But Seth, damn him, halted at the edge of the tent. His hands fisted at his sides. Raider narrowed his eyes as Seth took a huge breath, like he was calming himself, slowing himself down. Then Seth ducked under the canopy.
Raider snarled, “If you think this is going to be a sweet and tender—”
Dropping to his knees, Seth knocked Raider’s hand away from his cock, replacing Raider’s grip with his own. Raider sucked in a breath at the sudden contact, then he closed his eyes as Seth’s other hand gripped his hair at the scalp. Fuck, he loved when Seth did that.
