“By my calculations, we would never leave your room.” I liked his line of thinking. If I was heading down the wrong road, I would do it with gusto. I wouldn’t be hurt by the end of the affair. It was inevitable. There was no use dwelling on what I couldn’t have. I would live the opportunity presented to me.
“I’m not opposed to that. Well, maybe a little. Although ...” He held up a finger and scratched at his chin, humor lingering around his expressive mouth. “I seem to recall a piece of marble at the castle that I never got around to carving. I think a statue commemorating Lady X’s story might be just the thing. You will model for me, of course.”
“You wish for me to act as your model? I’m no Gavin.”
He winced at my comment, clearly uncomfortable talking about his ex-lover. “No, but you’re equally impressive nude. Your cock is very straight and perfectly proportioned. Gavin’s cock has a decided crook in the base. Not that Byron is perfect, but ascetically, I like your cock.”
Heat rushed under my collar, and I resisted the urge to pull it away from my throat. I wasn’t used to taking compliments about my person, let alone my cock. “I have no complaints about yours other than to say I haven’t handled Byron enough.”
The smile blooming across his face caused a catch in my breath. He was a most alluring man. The flash of his teeth sent my heart racing. “I will rectify that.”
“Why Byron?” I asked. He’d revealed himself to be an eccentric, and the way his mind worked fascinated me. As a duke, he was given the best education possible. He was intelligent, thoughtful, and willful, but also contemplative. The combination was often at odds with each other.
“Lord Byron was known for his exploits. It’s said he would charm every woman in his path and many men with a simpleturn of the phrase. I admire his work and, as a boy, wished to emulate him. Alas, I don’t possess his talent for wordplay, but I’m fluent in debauchery.”
“And you thought to honor his memory by making his name synonymous with your cock?” I couldn’t stop the laughter from coming. Love for him filled my chest. He was truly an original.
Lady Lillian mumbled in her sleep as our combined amusement cut through the quiet of the carriage. Lord Kendrick tucked her closer to his side, where she settled in more fully to his embrace. “It’s the greatest honor a man can give to another man.”
“I wasn’t aware if it was real or a figment of your very active imagination. Of course, I’m not clairvoyant, nor am I omniscient. Therefore, I have no way of asking every man I pass if he named his cock after a famous poet or anyone else.”
“You dare mock me, Lord Golden?” The duke asked with false outrage. He lifted a foot to the seat beside me and shifted his hips. The telltale bulge between his thighs showed he wasn’t immune to the lurid turn of our flirtation.
“I wouldn’t dream of mocking you, Your Grace. I’ll gladly take Byron in hand and see to his every need.” I allowed my finger to run up his silk stocking and under the cuff of his pants. Warm skin covered with hair met my questing palm. I massaged his sinewy calf, wishing I could rid him of the trousers.
“That is very generous of you. Byron is quite the demanding prick.” Blue eyes darkening with need, his mouth parted in invitation. “If you listen closely, you can almost hear him begging you to touch him.”
I could no longer hold back from the temptation. With a flick of my wrist, I shut the drapes. Standing as straight as possible, I closed the other drapes before I gripped the back of the seat. I held his liquid gaze. He stole my breath in a way I couldn’t articulate. I angled my head and played my mouth against hiswarm one. He licked the seam of my lips, dipping his tongue between my parted mouth. I glided my tongue along his seeking one, my need for him mounting. For far too long, I denied myself. No more.
The carriage hit a bump, breaking us apart.
My breath coming fast, I debated returning for more of his kisses or moving on to my next titillating endeavor. Another bump in the road made the decision for me. I dropped to one knee on the floor, my other leg bent to keep my balance. He regarded me with lustful intent, his cheek resting against Lillian’s hair. Fingers on the fastenings of his trousers, I inhaled the musky call of his desire.
Lady Lillian sighed in her sleep, oblivious to our flirtation. I had a twinge of guilt about my seduction of her husband, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. I was shameless when it came to Lord Kendrick.
Pulse drumming a mad beat, I allowed the material to fall away to reveal his small clothes. His cock was visible beneath the silk. I palmed the length. He sucked in a breath as I tightened my grip. I had given myself until the end of the month to indulge in my desire for him. Every second was an opportunity to follow my passions. Head lowering, I licked a path across the smooth expanse of his crown. He drifted a hand into my hair and palmed the back of my head.
“Right or wrong, you tempt me like no other.” The salty tang of his need drove me onward. I swirled my tongue around his girth, tracing the vein that ran along the length of his thick cock.
“As Byron would say, ‘Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure,’” he said on a hoarse growl. His fingers flexed on my scalp, the pace of his breathing increasing. Before that first time in the library, I had only dreamed of doing this to him.
Those days were gone.
“‘Though sages may pour out their wisdom’s treasure, there is no sterner moralist than Pleasure,’” I said, my fingers encircling his base to hold his cock steady. With a slow glide of my tongue, I took him into my mouth. Fluid leaked faster from his cock, and I increased my pace, licking his shaft before sucking on the crown. I watched the play of emotions cross his face, pleased to see him close to losing control. Each male lover he’d taken had ripped off a piece of my soul. I wanted to pleasure him until he forgot about every man but me.
He threw his head back, euphoria twisting his face, the muscles of his neck taut. I continued to milk his cock, absorbing the earthy flavor of him. My cock wished to find fulfillment, and I plopped back on the bench seat.
I slipped my hand into my trouser waistband.
“I wish to see you,” he said, the color high on his cheeks.
With a nod, I removed my cock from my clothing. With his gaze focused on my actions, I pumped the head until sensation overwhelmed everything else. Hot seed spilled onto my hand, and I bit back a cry of release in deference to the sleeping duchess.
“Oh dear, did I miss something?” Lady Lillian said on a loud yawn. Doe eyes full of interest met mine. “I thought I dreamed that you two were quoting Byron, but apparently, I wasn’t.”
Sated, I tucked the soiled handkerchief into my pocket. The carriage hit a series of ruts, my arm knocking into the wall. I cursed the pain in my elbow and held it in my palm. “I’m sorry if our antics disturbed you. They were not intentional, I assure you. It was rather spontaneous.”
“Don’t apologize, Colt. I’m sure you will make it up to me later, I ...” Her eyes closed, and her voice faded out.
