He knew. As sure as I was standing there, he knew. The coward in me said to deny her claim and excuse myself. I would sabotage my own chances of ever experiencing his kiss if I did so. If I stayed and admitted the truth, nothing would ever be the same again. But nothing was going to stay the same, regardless of my answer. I was going to be leaving soon, and the point would be moot. To quote Tennyson, “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” My mind made up, I exhaled. “Hypothetically speaking, what if he admitted to said yearnings? Would you think less of him?” I asked.
“I would still hold him in the highest regard, no matter his answer. I would also encourage him to follow his passions.” He shrugged broad shoulders, his hand settling on his hip. “Nobody in this room is judging, least of all me.”
Hysterical laughter shot from my throat. I ached to devour the man standing so calmly before me. “I don’t want to ruin things between us.”
“You are my oldest confidant. It would take more than a romp to ruin that.” In one long stride, he was chest to chest with me. He cupped the nape of my neck and brought my chin up with his thumb. “What say you? Will you be Lord Golden to my dark knight?”
“Say yes,” Lady Lillian said with a breathy laugh.
He was close enough I could see the silver flecks in his eyes. I closed my own and brought my mouth to his, every nerve alive with desire. The second our lips connected, he draped his arm around my neck and brought me tight to his body.
“Oh, I must write this down.” Lady Lillian’s voice came at me from a distance, my ears ringing with the heat of desire.
To kiss Lord Kendrick, at last, was heady. I arched my neck, slanting my mouth more fully across his. He traced the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips. Sensation shot to my cock, and I slipped my hand to his back, my fingers splaying over his taut bottom.
The burning desire eclipsed every fantasy I had dared dream of in his kiss. I dragged my tongue along his seeking one; raw need at the forefront of every nuanced movement.
“This is excellent. Excellent. I, oh dear, that is quite interesting.”
The duke’s laughter rumbled against my lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an audience. Especially one so vocal.”
“Oh, sorry, sorry. Go on,” Lady Lillian said.
“Yes, go on.” I rubbed my hips against his, wishing to remove my clothing and be skin to skin with him. He traced his palm over the placard of my trousers, cupping me between the legs. My fantasy was coming to life, and I bucked into his touch. He continued to massage my cock with more pressure, his lips parted. Intensity rested in the jut of his jaw, the rise and fall of his chest increasing with each breath.
The temptation he presented was beyond measure. I reached between us, needing to reciprocate, but he pushed my hand away.
Nimble fingers unfastened the placard of my trousers. He pulled my cock from my small clothes, his thumb rubbing the crown. Lust turned his pupils an inky black. “I am seducing you.”
Lady Lillian gasped, and I glanced over to see her watching us with ever-widening eyes. This was all new to her. I had walked in on Lord Kendrick by accident when he’d been performing the same act with Gavin. It had put me in a foul mood for weeks. I scrubbed the image of the brash actor from my mind. Lord Kendrick was seducing me, and I wouldn’t allow that vile man to ruin my experience.
I rocked into the caress and threw my head back. Legs planted on the carpet, I tried to keep my breathing in check. Our encounter was proving to be a physical and a mental challenge. Kneeling before me, he continued his carnal assault, the movements of his fingers coordinating seamlessly with his skillful mouth. I had wasted years daydreaming about a moment like this. The reality exceeded every expectation.
Love for him expanded my chest, but I kept the words in check. I clutched at his shoulders and cried out the second he buried the tip of his tongue into the sensitive slit. There was no need for me to suppress my desire for him any longer. My hips bucked, and it was hard to maintain control when I wanted to spunk in his throat.
“Will you be taking him all the way in your mouth?” Lady Lillian asked. She’d climbed off her chair and stood by Lord Kendrick.
“That is my intention.” He cupped my ballocks and massaged them with a firm but gentle hand. His throat encasing me, his fingers tightened around my girth. The scent of my need drifted in the air between us, raw and elemental. Muscle and sinew flexed beneath the cotton of his shirt, the heat infiltrating my skin through the material.
Lady Lillian drifted a hand up my neck, her lips parted in invitation. I dipped my head and caught her mouth with mine. She whimpered in her throat, her nails biting into the skin at my nape. I leaned closer, bringing my mouth tighter to her soft one. Her breath became my breath, each parry, and thrust of her tongue adding to my need.
Lord Kendrick used his fist to pump my cock, his mouth working in tandem until I lost all sense of time and space. Sensation exploded from my cock and drove the air out of my lungs. Tearing my mouth from hers, my cry of fulfillment echoed throughout the room.
Lady Lillian slipped an arm around my waist, and I fell against her, trying to catch my breath. What I had just experienced with these two giving people went beyond words. Together, they guided me to the settee, where I slumped on the cushion. I stared at her, unable to articulate how satiated I was. She’d helped fulfill a longtime fantasy, and I would forever be grateful for that.
