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Squeezy professed delight at this suggestion but Aleksey snorted. ‘You two are staying upstairs.’ Squeezy feigned theatrical outrage, so Aleksey merely explained reasonably, ‘I’m going to fuck Ben, not you. Ben, I love. You, I barely like.’
Ben was still chuckling as they listened to Squeezy stomping up the stairs.
Then he went to the double doors and shut them.
It was their house, on their island, and they had yet to christen it.
Aleksey pulled Ben into his arms when he returned and sighed. ‘I feel we should do something…special, something…different. This place—’
‘—calls for it?’
Aleksey nodded beginning to kiss into Ben’s ear, planning to work his way considerably lower. Ben eased away and retrieved his phone from his pocket. He clicked a few times and some music began to play. It wasn’t jazz, which Aleksey suspected this room was more accustomed to, but it was soft and sensuous and that was all they needed. Ben propped the phone onto the marble mantle and slid his arms back around Aleksey. He was soaking wet.
Aleksey peeled off the T-shirt and helped Ben shrug out of his shorts and then he was naked.
Aleksey swallowed, overcome by the beauty of this man in the firelight.
Ben made a move towards his bag for dry kit, but Aleksey held him back. ‘Stay like that. Are you warm enough?’
Ben pressed tight and pulled Aleksey’s arms up to enfold himself in them. ‘I will be. Like this.’ They swayed together in the flickering amber glow, Aleksey’s hands now down on Ben’s bare cheeks, stroking them gently, parting them almost thoughtlessly as he nuzzled into Ben’s neck and placed kisses on his collar bone.
He felt Ben’s hands sliding up under his shirt. They were cold for a while until the heat of his skin warmed them. Ben then began to unbutton him. They both flicked their gazes down to observe this activity, and Aleksey hissed at the sight of Ben’s cock risen between them. Its tip rubbed against the skin on his now bare abdomen and he squeezed them bodily together, kissing Ben, friction making Ben leak and that trail slicking their join.
‘Turn around.’
Ben moved to one side of the fireplace, away from the direct heat, and braced on the wall as if he’d committed a crime and Aleksey was going to frisk him.
He was superb, all the way from large, powerful hands spread on the plaster, to a neck, corded and strong, to shoulders flared and stark, to a narrow waist and then to perfectly rounded and ready buttocks, which Aleksey now parted fully.
He put his hand around one hip to wet his palm with the juices trickling from Ben’s cock and slicked himself.
The music changed just as he entered. He groaned at the tightness, at the wait, at the perfection of the moment and began to rock in and out, his eyes closed to the intensity, his breathing deep and even, matching Ben’s.
After a few more strokes, Ben put a hand back to still him, turning slightly and whispering over his shoulder, ‘Lie down with me.’ Very carefully, staying joined, they sank to the floor, Ben on his side facing the fire and Aleksey spooned behind him.
He kept them in this position until he was back in his stride, until Ben was moaning slightly with each thrust, and then he knew they were both ready for more—ached for more. He rose over Ben, pushing him facedown, opening his legs wide, spreading him more and then they were lost to the violence of the force Aleksey could muster. Ben cried out, and lifted his shoulders, arching the small of his back. Aleksey ran the fingers of one hand into Ben’s hair and rode him harder. He came; his orgasm pulsing from him with such power that he felt Ben’s body could not contain its flood. He did not allow this washing pleasure to entirely finish but heaved Ben over onto his back, grabbed both their cocks in his hand, and brought Ben to climax so their ejaculate mingled and joined and could not be told apart. Only when he was satisfied that Ben was fully spent, wrung entirely dry, did he let him go and then sink with blissful relief onto the hot, hard, sticky body of muscle and flesh that he adored.
They hadn’t even made it to the mattresses.
* * *
Chapter Thirty-Five
Curled together in front of the fire, sharing another bottle of wine and feeding chocolate from mouth to mouth, it seemed to Aleksey that the house settled around them as much as they relaxed into it. He’d shed the rest of his clothes and they were both naked under an open sleeping bag, sharing one mattress. Ben’s phone was running low, but they’d kept the music on, although it could not really compete with the power of the storm that raged outside.
At one particularly violent gust, Ben winced and muttered, ‘Thank God we have a boathouse.’
Aleksey nodded. ‘There must be many such storms here. I was thinking earlier that when we have wind and rain at home, it has been here first, it hasalwayscarried this place to us.’ He turned away to look for his cigarettes.
Ben was watching him over the rim of his mug of wine when he’d retrieved them. ‘You have the weirdest mind I’ve ever known.’
‘Harsh.’
‘I wish we could get into the lighthouse.’
‘Yes. It’s very frustrating.’ He lit up. ‘Tomorrow in the daylight we will hunt more for the key, maybe.’ He felt quite strongly that the Lord of Light Island should command the actual damn light, and that he couldn’t even get into the place was infuriating. He turned onto his belly and rested his head on one folded arm, holding his cigarette away and turning it thoughtfully as if dancing it through the firelight.
‘If I thought you could handle it, I’d give you something that would take away all your pain, you know that right?’
