Desperate to seek his own release, James started to rub himself through his trousers. After only a few seconds of this, Cassian grabbed James’s hair again, and forced James to look up at him.
“Are you pleasuring yourself?” he asked.
James popped off.
“Sorry,” he said.
Cassian cupped his chin. “I thought we were focusing on me, right now, hm?” James’s cheeks warmed. “Or are you still feeling needy?”
“I’m still feeling needy, maybe,” James admitted.
“Come up here.”
Legs shaky, James pushed himself to stand. Cassian caught his mouth in a kiss and unbuttoned his trousers. Once James stepped out of them, Cassian pulled him back onto the mattress, and the two men lay facing one another. After exchanging a couple more kisses, their hands found each other’s cocks.
“Now we can pleasure each other,” Cassian said sweetly as he began to move his fist. “And once you’re feeling completely like yourself, you can pamper me exactly as you want. Whenever you want. No, wheneverIwant. Which will likely be very often.” He pressed a firm kiss to James’s lips. “Look at you, James. Once we reach New York, I’m not sure how I’ll make it through even one afternoon without bending you over or ordering you on your knees for me.”
Arousal pulsed through James’s veins.
“Oh, God...” He moaned, bucking his hips into Cassian’s palms. “I want that. Please, yes, I want that.”
“I’ll provide you with plenty of opportunities to pleasure me, my exceptional steward,” Cassian said, moving his fist faster. “Will you let me take you? Whenever I want?”
“Whenever you want,” James confirmed through a raspy breath.
He tried to keep moving his hand, too, but faltered, his hand stilling as pleasure surged through him, bringing him close to release.
“You’ll let me fuck you however I want to fuck you, won’t you, James?”
James’s face flushed hotter as he neared the edge.
“Cassian . . .”
“Promise me, James. Promise me that you’ll be mine to have.”
“I promise.”
Pleasure shot through him the moment the words left his lips, and then his cock began to pulse. Cassian caught his mouth in a fierce kiss as he moaned through his orgasm. Before James’s mind could emerge from the post-orgasm haze, Cassian placed his hand over James’s and began moving them both. Within seconds, Cassian began to come, shooting warm ejaculate onto James’s stomach and the mattress space between them.
Afterward, the men kissed their foreheads together, both of them still slightly breathless.
“Thank you, Cassian,” James rasped.
Cassian hummed a light laugh.
“Anytime.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cassian
April 18, 1912
Rain was falling in sheets, pitter-pattering against the roof of the covered promenade. Thankfully, the thunder and lightning had stopped for a while, which made it a bit safer to be walking around there, though the weather wasn’t exactly pleasant. Still, Cassian was content enough with it. He had been craving some fresh air after spending the bulk of the morning sitting inside his stateroom with James. Now, though, James was helping bring potato soup to various passengers, leaving Cassian to fend for himself. James had volunteered so that some ofCarpathia’s stewards could have a brief respite from their work. James really enjoyed working. He liked serving people and feeling as though he was helping. And Cassian so admired that about him. But he still had to wonder what James would do once they reached New York. Other than wait onhim, of course.
Cassian was still watching the rain when John Quinn came up beside him.
“Good morning, Cassian,” he said cheerily. “I heard from some of the other passengers that we should be in New York tonight. Happy news, isn’t it?”
