Page 34 of Measure of the Stars

“Good.”Wes dropped to his knees on the sandy path.The submissive part of Delauney desperately wanted to pull him up again, or at least join him.Before he could say anything, Wes tugged Delauney’s trousers down to take out his cock.

“I know you want to be down here,” Wes said.He wrapped his fingers around the shaft of Delauney’s cock.“I can see it in your eyes.But think about it.You’rethe one on display for any passing dominant.All they’ll see of me is the back of my head.”

Delauney sucked in a sharp breath at that.“But it’swrongto not be on my knees.”His voice died with another gasp as Wes took his cock in his mouth.It was still soft, but that wouldn’t be a problem for long, because Wes seemed thoroughly determined to tip Delauney over the edge.He held Delauney against the wall with both hands on his thighs as he hollowed out his cheeks and dragged back, his tongue sliding hot and wet on the underside of Delauney’s cock.A man walking by raised his brows at them, and Delauney’s face went hot even as a thrill rippled over his skin.He glanced around the wall again, caught in a tight prickle of fear and bewildering pleasure as he spotted a group of sailors approaching from theManatee.

“People are coming,” he whispered.

Wes drew back.“Someone should be,” he said.“Do you want me to stop?”

Delauney thought about it.He should want to hide, but what he wanted more was to be seen; to be like Wes on that beach with those strange dominants, laid bare and breathless with desire.Still, Ned had a point about sailors resenting people who bedded officers.He started unbuttoning his jacket.His fingers fumbled as he heard footsteps on the path behind him, and just as shadows slid around the corner, he took Wes’ head in both hands and guided his mouth to Delauney’s cock.

“They can’t see you,” he whispered.Before he could gather the strength to push Wes onto his cock entirely, Wes did it for him, swallowing him to the root.Delauney quickly wrapped his jacket around Wes, shielding him from the sailors rounding the corner of the building.

One of them stopped, staring at Delauney.He was an older sailor, a gunner who played fiddle in the evenings, with dark black hair tied up in a knot and a scar at the corner of his mouth.

“Sir,” he said, saluting slowly.Delauney felt his face go beet red.Wes took that moment to bob slightly on his cock, making a wet, terribly audible sound as his throat constricted around Delauney’s girth.

“Sailor,” Delauney choked out, holding the ends of his jacket around Wes’ head.The sailor nodded and walked on, but the others openly watched as they passed, craning their necks for a better view.Impossibly, that only made Delauney harder.

“I didn’t know that the captain hired street whores,” one of the sailors said.

“We all have needs, Jan,” another said.

“At least he’s human,” Jan said.“Shame we can’t see what he’s choking that fellow with.Sounds nice.”

“Jan, that’s ourcaptain!”

Delauney waited until they’d walked out of view to release his jacket, but Wes wasn’t done.He moved faster, shifting on his knees.Delauney realized that he had a hand between his own thighs.He didn’t know how long Wes had been stroking himself off; perhaps, he thought dazedly, he’d been doing it the whole time.

“They could have seen you,” Delauney said, clutching the wall for support.Wes pulled back, his eyes bright with want.

“Yes,” he said.“Wasn’t that nice?”He took Delauney’s cock in both hands, moving quickly, meeting his gaze with his dark, expressive eyes.Submissives didn’t usually feel the need to avoid looking directly into other submissives’ eyes, but Delauney always felt a little relieved to have an excuse to look down when someone was speaking to him.Wes trapped him there, the intensity of his stare daring Delauney not to look away.Delauney closed his eyes tight, overwhelmed.

“Can you tell me what a good job I’m doing?”Wes asked.Delauney wanted to say that he was no dominant, but he supposed that Wes’ own submissive impulses were too strong to ignore.“Do youlikeeveryone having their eyes on you?”

Delauney nodded stiffly, trying not to buck into Wes’ hands.“Yes, you’re doing...you’re doing very well.”

“Try opening your eyes,” Wes said.“Look down the alley.Someone’s watching us.”

Delauney risked glancing to the side.His breath was coming too fast, all of the heat in his body rushing to his cock in Wes’ expert grip.Down the side street next to the building Delauney was pressed up against, he could barely see a tall figure.They were silhouetted in the light at their back, but he could tell by the movement of their arm that they were touching themselves.Without warning, Delauney fucked into Wes’ hands, shuddering as he came over Wes lips.Some of his spend trailed down Wes’ chin, and Delauney could tell by the glazed look in Wes’ eyes that he was almost slipping under.

“Goodboy,”Wes said.Even though there was no dominance in his voice, it was enough to tickle the submissive need to be praised, and Delauney slumped against the wall.“Our guest is still watching.”

Delauney cast another glance at the person at the end of the street.They were working themselves faster now, and Delauney could hear the hitch of their breath.

Wes rose from his knees, bracing himself on the wall next to Delauney.He hadn’t even straightened yet when Delauney caught him by the shirt, pulling him up the rest of the way to kiss him.He tasted himself on Wes’ mouth as they stumbled further into the side road, elbows and knees scraping against the wall.Delauney pressed Wes against the wall this time, a thigh between his legs as they kissed, Wes’ hard cock rubbing through his trousers.

“I should have known someone who’d stand up to Lennox would be dangerously reckless,” Delauney said, gasping for air as Wes sucked on his neck.

“I should have known that a noble wouldn’t know how toreallybe shameless,” Wes said.“And you said that you had no pride left to lose.”

“And you’re all pride, but here we are.”Delauney kissed him again, letting Wes rut against his thigh.He felt it in the jolt of Wes’ body as he came, the rumble of a moan in his throat.Delauney raised his hands to Wes’ face, gently rubbing the back of his neck with his fingers as he finally drew away.

“Are they still there?”Wes asked.Delauney followed his gaze, but the person at the end of the street was gone.“Wasn’t that nicer than worrying about whether you’re taking advantage of me?”

“Wes.”Delauney put his head in his hands as Wes laughed softly.“You can’t fuck a serious discussion away.”

“I know.”Wes slid out from under Delauney, adjusting his clothes.“But something you should know about me, Delauney, is that I don’t fuck officers.That makes you an exception.Do you think I’d bother if you were the sort to hold it over me?”