The Seer by Rowan McAllister (reading comprehension books .TXT) 📕

flesh, before he lowered Ravi’s legs to either side of his hips and draped himself over Ravi’s chest. “Please what?”

Despite the blissful tingles flooding his body, Ravi narrowed his eyes at the man, and Daks chuckled. “As you command,” he said. Then his grin faded slightly and he added, “It might be easier on you your first time if you roll over.”

Ravi shook his head. “I want to see you.”

Daks seemed surprised for a second before his expression softened as he nodded. He slid his big, rough palms down beneath Ravi’s thighs again and helped him angle his hips upward. Ravi sucked in a breath at the first pressure of Daks’s cock against the entrance to his body, but Daks had more than prepared him, and with gentle coaxing, Daks was able to push slowly inside. The stretch was strange and a bit uncomfortable at first, but the sensation of fullness was still incredible.

After a few panted breaths and giving his body time to adjust, Ravi needed more. He locked gazes with Daks and said, “It’s okay. Move.”

The first long slide in and out of his body had Ravi arching off the mattress, overwhelmed with sensation. He moaned and tightened his grip on Daks’s upper arms. Locking his heels together over Daks’s ass, he flexed his hips, urging Daks to go deeper. As he pressed slowly inside again, Daks bent and captured Ravi’s lips, kissing him long and slow. They rocked together for a long time, Ravi adjusting to Daks’s rhythm as the strangeness and discomfort morphed into pleasure like nothing he’d ever experienced.

Daks tightened the arm under Ravi’s shoulders, lifting him and molding their bodies as closely as possible while he fucked him, and Ravi simply rode the wave of sensation. Trapped between their bodies, his cock wept as Daks pushed into him over and over, hitting that spot inside him that made him gasp and dig his fingers into Daks’s ass and back, begging for more.

“Daks,” he panted, “I need….”

“What do you need?”

He drew back, which wasn’t what Ravi wanted at all. He craved the contact. But when Daks began stroking Ravi’s cock as he fucked him, Ravi’s world exploded in sparks of pleasure.

“Okay. That,” he moaned helplessly.

Daks barked out a breathless chuckle before increasing his pace, thrusting into him harder with each pump of his fist on Ravi’s cock. The pleasure built beyond Ravi’s ability to hold it back, and he arched off the bed with a cry as his orgasm swept over him, coming in spurts over his belly and Daks’s fist. Daks eased his grip on Ravi’s cock while the last of the aftershocks rolled over him, but didn’t let go completely as he pounded into him. When Daks threw his head back and grunted, stilling inside Ravi and flooding his channel, it forced a few last dribbles from Ravi’s cock.

Still inside him, Daks leaned in for another tender, wet kiss before pulling out of Ravi’s body and slumping to the mattress next to him. They both lay still, filling the room with the sound of their rapid breathing until that evened out as well. Without a word or opening his eyes, Daks snagged his robe off the floor and used it to clean Ravi off before tossing it aside and flopping onto his back again. Ravi’s body ached and his skin tingled in the absence of Daks’s touch, but that needy creature inside him finally seemed to have been appeased—for now, anyway. For the first time in days, he didn’t mind having a few minutes to himself to absorb everything that had happened.

His lips curved in what had to be an embarrassingly dopey smile as he turned to study Daks’s sprawled form. He had the oddest impulse to thank him but managed to bite his tongue. Daks’s contented smile was already smug enough. He’d be insufferable if Ravi spouted half the lovesick things running through his mind right now.

Daks’s eyes were closed, his hair spread out in a bushy halo around his head, and sweat beaded in several tantalizing places along his skin. All too soon, Ravi found himself licking his lips as renewed desire awakened in him. He was trying to decide if his body could possibly fulfill even half the promises his mind was making when a knock at the door made him jump.

More than a decade of fear and caution made his heart race as Daks grunted and rolled off the bed.

“Probably supper,” Daks mumbled on his way to the door.

Naked and still rumpled from sex, Daks just opened the door and bade the serving girl on the other side to enter, while Ravi yelped and scrambled to get under the bedlinens. The girl’s eyes widened and her cheeks pinked, but she scurried inside, set her tray down on the table, and scurried back out again.

“What?” Daks asked when Ravi glared at him.

Ravi spluttered at the man’s thick-headedness until he caught Daks grinning at him. The bastard knew exactly what he did. Ravi growled and threw a pillow, which Daks deftly caught out of the air.

Ravi was searching around the bed for something else to hurl at the man when Daks argued, “She’s seen worse, I’m sure.”

Ravi simply glared back, and Daks tried to look contrite. It wasn’t convincing at all.

“Sorry,” Daks murmured, marginally more convincingly as he sidled to the bed carrying a slice of soft bread positively dripping in butter.

Instead of just offering it to Ravi, Daks climbed onto the mattress and kept coming until he loomed over Ravi, his smile turning wicked.

“Forgive me?” he asked, fluttering his eyelashes.

Ravi might have laughed at the absurdity of a scoundrel like Daks trying to act coy, but he was distracted by both his stomach and his cock clamoring for his attention at the same time. Both ended up winning.

He couldn’t call what happened next a meal exactly. There was too much kissing and fondling and licking going on. But at the end of it all, his stomach was full again, and