Chapter Six
Night said, “What?” His arms drew tighter about me.
“We could make a tent.”
His eyebrows rose. “Like when we were little?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
He joined my laughter. Naked, our cocks bobbing, we both jumped up from the bed. He was like light and darkness mixed and I couldn’t take my eyes off him, his body lean and hard and curved and erect in all the right places. His mouth glistened, a white grin showing all his teeth. His dark brunet hair gathered light into webs of blue, green and gold.
He laughed in my direction. “You look hungry and made of stars, Star.”
“You look magnificent.”
We tore the sheets and blankets from the bed, and pushed chairs toward the sofa and tables toward the chairs. Night draped, and I tied.
When our abode was finished and filled with cushions and pillows, I looked inside and saw Night had brought a lamp within covered with some of my torn silks. The inside of the tent glowed lavender.
I brought the lube and the wine and we both crawled in, falling on top of each other right away, unable to stop laughing long enough to properly kiss.
The voyeurs outside would no doubt be pissed, but there were no laws against building tents on your sacred rite night, or inhabiting them. Maybe others had done it before and I had never heard about it. I didn’t care. All I wanted was for Night to be happy, to be taken care of, to receive my deepest love.
When we caught our breaths, Night ran his hands over me, front to back, palms flaming against my chest, ribs, waist, buttocks. “Star, you’re incredible. You look like you taste of caramel!”
I couldn’t stop my grin. “Try me.” I held my hand to his mouth.
He licked the tips of my fingers, making moans of pleasure. Emboldened, he licked further down to the webs, wetting them delicately before one by one taking each finger into his mouth and suckling.
When he finished with my hand, he bobbed his head upward. I thought he would kiss me but instead he licked the base of my throat, lightly sucking. He went lower to the skin above my nipples, breaking away to say, “You taste of spilled wine.”
“I’m not surprised,” I murmured, letting out a laugh. We’d both been soaked.
As I leaned against the base of the couch which was one of the foundation walls of our tent, my cock stood straight up, tight and throbbing, nearly touching my bellybutton. Euphoria came like a white wind blowing over me. It was both odd and wonderful to realize for once I was not being watched by thousands of lustful spectators. I had never minded voyeurism, and the Sacred Rite of Ecstasy was an art and an honor, but what was between us tonight was for two and two alone.
For Night and Star.
And after this, I would never be a Guide into the realm of ecstasy with anyone but Night. For though he had called me his archenemy, he had always been heart of my heart, my soul-twin. And I had always been his.
I allowed Night to explore my body in his slow and deliberate way, but truly longed to touch his. I could see him tremble and his aura flicker, as if red heat actually rose from his blushing skin. His eyes were black, all pupil when he looked up at me. His chest heaved. The head of his cock pushed from his foreskin, a dark pink flaring already wet, so swollen with yearning.
My mouth watered.
I put my hand under his chin and lifted his head from my chest. “You said you wanted me to touch your tattoo. The one for me.”
He leaned back, bending one knee to show it off. His balls, lightly dusted with short dark hair, were drawn up tight to his body. He was on the verge of tipping over into our own secret realm. I wanted to take him there.
I leaned forward and licked the tattoo on his thigh.
He gave a yelp but did not push me away. I put one hand on his abdomen beside his twitching cock, and one on his knee, and laved his inner thigh, paying close attention to the spot where he’d tattooed my name, until he was writhing and begging.
My own cock strained in empathy, raging, moving up and down as it searched for the friction that might sate me. I ignored it.
When I felt Night’s thigh was suitably drenched, I moved up, inhaling his salty sweet scent of arousal.
His body shuddered hard, and he let out a small cry. He reached out to touch himself and I caught his hand, pushing it away.
“I don’t think I can take you doing any more.” His voice was full of depth, cracking on almost every word.
“You can,” I said. “Because you love me.”
He leaned back and sighed, pulling his hand from mine and crossing his arms over his chest.
I said softly, “What I am about to do will comfort you from the sting of arousal. Then, just let yourself feel. Your pleasure may draw back, or it may all rush at once. It doesn’t matter. There are no rules. Nothing you feel or that your body does is wrong.”
All he could manage in response was a loud and frustrated moan.
I mirrored those feelings, and believe me I had little control myself. But I was the more experienced here. I would give him first release because I wanted to. Later, we would come together and I knew it would be even more glorious than words might describe. But now—
I lowered my head to his balls and lightly licked. I glanced up to see Night draw his arm over his mouth and bite down. His eyes were tightly shut, the dark lashes damp and tight against his skin.
Slowly, I licked again, one plush orb and then the other. I pushed my hand beneath him, palm up, holding his ass up a little, and licked some more, then drew one tight ball into my mouth and sucked.
Night began to whisper cuss words into the air.
My other hand, still on his abdomen, began to move in tight circles but I avoided brushing the stretch of his cock even as it sought me, moving, throbbing, and bobbing up.
I sucked his other ball into my mouth, moving my tongue over and around it.
The cussing continued.
Taking pity—on myself, for I wanted his cock in my mouth when he came—I let his balls slide from my mouth and gently tongued around the base of his cock.
Pre-cum dripped from the head of my own erection. Tickling me. Making me moan.
I licked up Night’s hard shaft. He let out another cry.
“I don’t think I can hold back!” His voice came out a hiss.
My hand under his buttocks lifted him. My other hand came around the base. Unable to wait any longer myself, I angled his stiff cock to my mouth and sucked it in, first the tip, wet and sweet, relishing the smooth texture and the way the ridge seemed to flare as my lips drew over it.
Night kicked his legs out, thrashed his body, moaned.
I sucked harder, deeper, moving my mouth up and down. With every motion, I drew him in harder until he was all the way in and I could feel that flaring tip at the back of my throat. I gulped and Night reached out, then, head up, shoulders curved, calling my name. He managed to touch my head, both hands cupping my temples before I felt his cock pulse, the vein on the underside throbbing.
I moved up a little, sucking and moving my tongue as the spurts began.
He filled my mouth and I drew partly off, sucking at the head, gently pulling up on the shaft with my hand as he spurted more. When I drew off, licking at the head, more cream covered my tongue. I wanted to see so I backed off him and milked him some more with my palm, the skin drawing up over his hardness, the tip foaming white. He twisted on the cushions as I drew the orgasm out. Even when he stopped spurting, his cock pulsed in my grip. I drew it to my lips and sucked, gentle this time, more for comfort.
“Stop,” he said. But he did not push me away.
I rubbed him with my hand and lips, kissing, until he caught his breath, sat up, and grabbed me into his arms.
“It’s never felt like that before. I mean, when I jerked off by myself.”
“Of course not,” I said. “I’m that good.”
“No,” he said. “I mean, yes, you are. But I mean it’s more than talent, and you are talented, but—“
I leaned down, kissing his lips, stopping his word. When I let up, I said, “I love you, too.”
“I—“
“That’s what you were saying.
Night nodded, eyes wide. “It’s so much. So huge.” His eyes started to fill. “It’s why I went crazy when you left me.”
I had apologized already. I didn’t need to keep saying the words, but only show him I loved him back. Show him I would never leave him again.
“I’m not going anywhere now,” I said. “And I’m going to do what I just did to you over and over again until you get sick of me.”
“I’ll never get sick of you,” he said, smiling, drawing me back into a long, deep kiss.
Eventually he pushed me onto my back so he could explore my body with his hands and tongue.
His cock never really lost its stiff interest, and he dragged it along my chest and belly and thighs as he worked his way toward my stiffness.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he confessed when he arrived at the destined landmark.
“I don’t care, just touch me. You’ll learn by feel, by my response.”
He bowed his head and sucked the tip of my cock between his lips. I arched my back. It felt so good, like a kiss sweeter than candy, and at one of the most tender and intimate points of my body-temple.
There was no wrong way to make love. Not if you were willing and in love and glowing with ecstasy just to be in the other person’s presence. Not if they gave you everything you had ever wanted by simply saying the words, “I love you.”
He could not take me as deep as I took him, and I didn’t care. He did his best to suckle the head, to lick and kiss me, and my orgasm fountained in his hand and onto his lips with the fury of a long held back inferno.
I’d had sex many, many times. I was an expert in technique and de-flowering. I was an artist. And still, this beat all.
“Night, come here,” I said.
He crawled up and into my arms. We did not fall asleep. We were too hyped up, too energized by our rediscovery of each other.
We kissed and undulated for a long time, our cocks rubbing, growing strong and hard and beautiful between us until we they were ready for anything more we wanted.
“The taking of virginity has only just begun, you know,” Night whispered into my ear.
“It is not about that anymore,” I said. “It is about whatever you want, and whatever we wish to do together.”
“But I want it this night,” he said firmly, and bit down on my earlobe.
I squawked, and the pain went from my ear to my cock, making me tremble. He had been delightful as a childhood friend. Now, as an adult, even more so.
I nuzzled the brown waves of his hair, soft and cool against my hot cheek. He wrapped his arms about me, licking my neck.
The cushions beneath us had shifted from our antics. My shoulder was falling through the cracks. I sat up to rearrange our makeshift bed.
Night sat up with me, his palm against my chest. “I mean it,” he said. “I want you in me.”
“I know you mean it.” I kissed him quickly on the forehead, and then went back to fixing our place on the floor. “I know you do.”
“But do you?” he asked. I heard a tense edge in that question. “Want it, I mean.”
“Of course! I want to feel your body surrounding me, me inside you, and you tightening against me, taking me in deep. Damn, you make me think of nothing else!”
He leaned back against the pillows I had yet to fluff, a smug smile on his face. “Good.”
“Up,” I said. “Sit up. Everything has slid and fallen. If we’re going to do this, we have to be comfortable. No interference. No distraction.”
He sat up quickly and began helping me push the cushions together, and stuff pillows along the cracks where they didn’t quite meet.
As he knelt, I ran my hands down his back, fingertips trailing his spine and to the curves of his lean ass. I could not keep my hands off him. He was worth everything to me now, my reputation, my calling, my very soul.
“Is that how you want me?” Night asked. “On my hands and knees?”
“I want you every way possible, on your knees, on your back, on your side. I want you upside down, standing, sitting, leaning against a wall. I want you in every room of this palace—“
“Okay, okay.” He held up his hand, turning onto his side. “I get it. I hear you.” He laughed as he spoke.
“And I hope you’ll have me, too, in every way,” I finished.
He stopped laughing but his smile lit up our little tent until I was blinded.
“Tonight,” he said. “I want it all.”
“I hope you have the stamina.”
He smacked me lightly on the chest. “More than you. Test me. You’ll see.”