“The port master asked if I would be willing to let you pleasure him in exchange for skipping the docking fee.” My mouth fell open. “Oh, I forgot. There was also the young woman with the large breasts in the lounge eyeing you, and now that hulking man has winked at you. You’re causing quite a stir. Although I cannot fault my fellow Sandrayans. Youarea striking man.”
It would be a lie to say I was not pleased to hear the people found me attractive, even though I had skin the same color as goat milk curd, to quote Porgo.
“I have no interest in any of them,” I stated as I removed my helmet and placed it on a small table beside the steaming bath. “My greatest desire is to soak in that bath while the ground below the tub stays calm.”
Teryn chuckled before waving at the tub. “Then please, wash the trip away.” He began to shimmy out of his robing, baring a shoulder, then his back, then finally his high, tight ass. My gaze drank him up. Like a man on the burning sands with no water, I glutted myself. A glance over his shoulder sent blood coursing to my groin.
“You should bathe first. You are a higher ranking than I,” I replied, glad for the tight bark codpiece compressing my cock. Hopefully, it would squeeze my fattening prick flat.
“Nonsense. That is only for show.” I cocked an eyebrow while working at the lacings on the side of my chest to free the breastplate. The ties were knotted firmly. I cussed at the cluster of thin leather strips. Teryn appeared at my side to brush aside my fumbling fingers. “Let me aid you.”
“That is not a role fitting an ambassador of the Black Sands,” I said. He rolled those amber eyes as he began working on the knots. One arm up over my head, my sight lingered on his hair, how black it was, how thick, how it needed to be washed and combed by someone who would do so with tenderness and care. The codpiece was not working. My cock was firm and aching now. “You will find the smell there unpleasant.”
He pulled the laces free, his sight rising from his task to my face. There was fire in his gaze. “You smell as a man should smell.”
“Always the diplomat,” I croaked as he lifted the chest plate free. The sticky air blowing in off the sea felt cool on the thinundershirt clinging to my skin. Moving gently as a wren, he peeled the undershirt free and lifted it up over my head. Perhaps I should have moved away or spoken out against this intimacy—wehadsaid we were trying to keep our heads—but I found that I could not. Teryn tossed the sodden garment to the floor before reaching a tentative hand to the rerebraces covering my upper arms. I nodded; my sight locked on his lips and knew that the notion of remaining composed when in close proximity to each other was faulty. There was no power on either the mainland or these mystical islands that could keep us apart. Perhaps we should just acknowledge that weakness in ourselves. The rerebraces hit the floor, followed by the smoothly carved vambraces. Teryn glanced up after each bit hit the floor to seek permission. Each look through thick black lashes made me weaker with want.
“I wonder,” he said in a voice as soft as the whisper of a dove’s coo in their cote, “if our vow to abstain from each other was a foolish one.”
His fingers skimmed my belly as he toyed with the stays holding the codpiece to the thin girth belt. Loosening it would divest me of my sword as the sword frog was attached to the girth belt. It would also give him access to the ties of my thin trousers. He wet his lips again. His sight locked with mine.
“I suspect it was half-witted to be sure,” I replied with candor. How could I be anything but forthright with this incredible man?
He rose to his toes to place his mouth on mine. Without care of the half-hearted pledge we had made, I opened for him, falling into the exquisite taste that was one part tea and the rest Teryn.
“Then we are two besotted simpletons.” He freed me of my armor and underpants, my cock springing up to slap my belly as the last bits of cloth and coil root armor dropped to the wornfloorboards. Besotted. Yes, that was how I felt around him. Enamored to the point that I could think of nothing else.
His tongue tangled with mine as he climbed up over me like one of the dancing monkeys might a tree, locking his heels around my back as his fingers clamped tightly to the sides of my sweaty head. A subtle scent of sand sage floated from his skin like a welcoming gift for a warrior gone long to war. It spoke of things like home. Things that I should not be feeling but could not deny were taking root in my breast.
With a grunt, I carried him to the bed, forgoing the bath. Then I paused, his teeth now tugging on my lower lip, sharp white teeth making a sting that sent a jolt to my stones. I pulled my lip free. He buried his face in my throat, biting tiny little nibbles along my neck.
“I am ripe. Perhaps we should wash our—” I started to say.
“It would be foolish to wash ourselves before we fuck,” he slid in between nips. A shudder ran through me. Had he ever spoken so roughly before? I could not recall it, but I enjoyed it. “And I do hope to spend deep inside you if you enjoy being the mare on occasion?”
“Ihdos bless me,” I whispered, my voice gone. “I would enjoy that a great deal with you.”
His mouth captured mine once more. With the grace of a drunken hill bison, I stumbled over bits of armor, nearly tumbling us both into the tub, before finding the bed with my knees. We fell onto the bedding as one, the cries of the sellers in the market below fading into nothingness as he licked into my mouth. With a hand on my chest, he pushed gently, and I went eagerly to my back, taking him with me.
“Do you feel up to this?” Teryn asked as he straddled my thighs. I looked down at my cock, slippery with preseed, and then back to him.
“I think I feel up to this,” I teased, the slight ache at the base of my head just that. Slight. My gut was tender from the wounds and being ill, but my cock was stiff as a newly hewn board. Teryn chuckled, slithered down to rest his arse on my shins and then took the slick head of my prick into his mouth. My back arched as he tongued the slit, his hand cupping my balls. The tug he gave my stones made me hiss. He slipped his lips around the whole of my cock, amber eyes alight, and took me down his throat. The sting of his pull on my balls was forgotten as he slid back up and then went down again. He rolled my stones roughly, making me groan aloud. I opened my thighs wide. He moved to nestle between my legs. When he pulled off, he licked a hot stripe down the backside of my cock to suckle on my stones. The pressure was just shy of painful. My cock kicked in warning.
“That is…I am close,” I warned and sighed when he released my left stone.
“You are heady tasting,” he purred, eyeing my cock as one would a fine meal. “I adore the taste of you…the smell of you.” His tiny gold charms tickled my thigh. Spittle coated his chin. He rubbed his smooth cheek against my cock like a cat marking the corner of a chair as his fingers deftly moved under my sac. A gasp escaped me when he found his goal, tracing the edges of my entrance with a fingertip slick with spit. “Above you on the headboard is a small cabinet filled with carnal wonders.” My eyes rounded.
“Is this a brothel?” I asked as I rushed to reach up to the small ornate cupboard on the wall. The door opened with a flick of a brass latch.
“It is a place where people sleep, eat, and love.” He kissed the head of my cock as he toyed with my hole. Rolling my head back, I saw several bottles of varying colors. “Pick any of them. They are all oils for lovemaking, just different scents.”
“Which is sand sage?” I asked breathlessly.
“The soft yellow should be.” He pressed on my hole while dropping tender kisses along my length. I grabbed it, popped the cork, and inhaled that exotic, warm, earthy smell that would forever be associated with Teryn Nouradi in my mind. I poured some onto my stomach. His eyes crinkled as he grinned and dipped his fingers into the puddle. I rubbed the oil into my skin and then took my cock in hand. He wasted no time. My prick was slick now, sliding with ease in my fist. “You are a glorious sight.”
“Open me,” I begged as I worked my prick. “I wish to feel you inside me when I spend.”
I moaned softly when two fingers pushed into me. It had been some time since I’d been the one receiving cock, but the burn was just as pleasant as I recalled. My grip slackened on my cock as he worked to stretch me. Golden eyes watched me while he pumped two then three fingers in and out of my hole, touching that place inside that made my body shake like a tremor of the earth.
