Drew moaned at the contact and closed his eyes, his hand lifting again to shakily comb through Lindsay’s loose hair, as Lindsay breathlessly deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue fully into Drew’s mouth. Stepping closer, he brought the length of his naked body into contact with Drew’s clothed one, loving the rough texture of the man’s worsted breeches and waistcoat against his skin. Drew’s hands went to his hips, yanking him even closer, then snaking round to stroke and squeeze his buttocks.
God, yes.
Lindsay began fiddling with the fastenings to Drew’s breeches and soon he had them open and was pushing them down Drew’s thighs. While Drew struggled to kick them off, Lindsay pulled the man’s neckcloth free and tossed it aside. Drew let out a breathless chuckle against Lindsay’s lips, breaking free for a moment so he could yank off his linen shirt and send it sailing over Lindsay’s shoulder.
God, that broad chest was something to behold. Lindsay groaned and ran his hands over it, dipping his head to suck and bite one small berry nipple.
“I want you,” Drew gasped. “Like nothing I’ve ever wanted before. Come here.” Again, his hand snaked into Lindsay’s hair, but this time, he gripped and pulled, forcing Lindsay to lift his head to meet his kiss, and this time his mouth was hard and needy, tongue wet and slick.
Lindsay’s groan of pleasure at the rough treatment came right from his belly, a gut-deep satisfaction laced with surprise. He’d never looked to be mastered. Not even before Duncan, and certainly not after. Since Duncan, he’d always been the aggressor, the dominant partner in any sexual encounter, whether he was giving or taking cock. But when Drew fucked Lindsay’s mouth with his tongue and began to walk him backwards to the bed, Lindsay didn’t merely allow it, helovedit. Felt as though he’d found something he’d been searching for his whole, long, long life.
Lindsay’s knees collided with the side of the bed and he stumbled backwards, taking Drew with him, the two of them landing on the creaking mattress in a tangle of limbs. Drew stared down at Lindsay with eyes that glittered with fierce lust, and for some reason Lindsay couldn’t understand, that look was like a rapier thrust deep into his belly.
I’m done for, he thought wildly.
“What do you want?” Drew murmured.
“Your cock inside me,” Lindsay replied. “Where’s the oil?”
Levering himself up on one arm, Drew cast his gaze around, finally locating the small bottle. He sat back on his heels and said, “Do I put some on my cock?”
“Yes, but more importantly, you put some in my arse,” Lindsay replied with a wicked grin.
Drew flushed at that. Embarrassed? Aroused?
Taking pity on him, Lindsay leaned up, reaching for the bottle. “Give it here,” he said. “I’ll do it.” But Drew twisted away from him, holding the bottle out of reach.
“No,” he said. “I will.”
“You want to put your fingers in my arse?” Lindsay asked, with deliberate crudeness, chuckling softly, but his laughter died at the helpless lust in Drew’s eyes.
“Yes,” Drew said savagely. “My fingers, my cock. I want to know how you feel inside. How hot, how tight. What it will do to you when I go deep inside you.” He swallowed then said tightly, “Spread your legs.”
Lindsay’s mouth went dry. Slowly, he opened his thighs, canting his hips up and letting his knees fall wide open. Exposing himself to the other man’s gaze.
Drew moaned, staring at Lindsay’s hole for several long moments before reaching out and gently brushing one finger over the tender furl of flesh. Lindsay’s whole body jerked and he let out a humiliating whimper. Immediately, Drew’s gaze flew back up to Lindsay’s face, his expression astonished.
“Please,” Lindsay managed through gritted teeth. “Please, Drew.”
Drew yanked the stopper out of the bottle with his teeth and spat it onto the floor, and then he was coating his fingers in oil and rubbing the slickness over Lindsay’s cleft and hole, eyes wide as he watched Lindsay’s wanton reaction, body twisting and jerking, lustful moans falling from his lips.
“Inside too,” Lindsay muttered thickly. “Stretch me.”
It wasn’t a detailed explanation of what he needed, but Drew seemed to understand. He added more oil, then touched his middle finger to Lindsay’s hole, watching, fascinated, as he pressed the tip delicately inside, hissing at the gripping heat drawing him in. Slowly, carefully, he pressed the finger in further, till it was fully inside Lindsay and the rest of his fingers and his thumb cupped the curve of Lindsay’s arse.
“God in heaven,” he hissed, staring at his hand, then at Lindsay’s face again.
“More,” Lindsay begged. “Stretch me a bit—then you can fuck me.”
Groaning, Drew slid his finger out, added more oil, then pressed two fingertips to Lindsay’s opening. Such a good feeling, this, the faint burn as his body accommodated that second finger. The give of Lindsay’s tight hole and the glide of Drew’s oiled fingers moving inside him, exploring, grazing, then—
“God!” Lindsay yelled as Drew’s fingers brushed that exquisitely sensitive spot inside him.
Drew stilled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Lindsay said, his voice slurred with pleasure. “It’s good. So good.”
“Again?” Drew asked, watching Lindsay carefully.
