Chapter 13

But then Reza released him. Eduard felt his balls drop from Reza’s mouth to hang, wet and heavy, between his legs. “Reza—”

“Tell me you want me,” the crewman told him.

Eduard started, “I said—”

“Onlyme.”

“Please.” Eduard’s whole body ached with desirous lust—he felt like a drop of water dangling from the tip of a needle, hanging there, waiting, wanting to fall. “I do,” he promised, his words coming out in a breathy rush. “I do, Reza. I do. I do. Just please. Please.”

For one maddening moment, Reza said nothing. If it weren’t for the hands on his body, Eduard might have believed himself alone. His sphincter tightened, hoping to draw his lover in, and his whole being yearned for Reza to take him, claim him, make him his own.

“Reza?” he asked, the word barely audible.

Behind him came a deep voice, as stern as judgment. “I don’t believe you.”