He draped his arms over my shoulders, locking his hands behind my neck. I pumped his cock while he impaled himself on me over and over again. Sweat darkened his hair from his efforts, and the color on his cheeks enhanced his handsome countenance. I gripped his cock tighter in my fist, reveling in the visible pleasure animating his features.
“I am unsure if I can hold out much longer,” he said against my mouth, each kiss burning a path into my soul. His breathing was ragged, and he leaned away from me, his hands still linked on my nape, back arched. The moisture sheening his skin enhanced his muscled chest. Unable to resist, I used his weight to balance me as I settled my arm around his waist. I lowered my head and flicked his puckered nipple with my tongue. He bore down on my cock, squeezing it until I could no longer stand the pressure. I willed myself to wait. He’d gifted me with this moment, and I wanted to absorb all of it.
I sucked on his nipple, his fingers flexing on my neck. With a harsh grunt, he cried out, his hot essence spilling onto my hand. He was splendid in his pleasure, and I watched his face until the tension left his body. Chest heaving, he dropped his head on my shoulder. “You did well, Oliver,” he said, placing a kiss on my neck, his tongue licking the column. “Now it is time to let go.”
My throbbing cock couldn’t agree more. A sense of pride overcame me as I rolled him onto the floor, my hips comingto rest between his. My arms sliding under his wide shoulders, I buried my face in his neck and pounded into his alluring body. He wrapped his legs around my torso, his arms tight as I spunked hard, my cock igniting with sensations. The breath left my lungs as I collapsed. I withdrew from his snug heat, but that was all I could manage at this juncture.
Time passed, yet I was in no hurry. I was content to stay where I was. My eyelids drifted down as I whispered in his ear, “Thank you.”
He draped his arm around my shoulder and traced a path along the back of my neck. “I should thank you. You should be proud of yourself. Your first time out of the gate, and you’re already a world-class rump rider.”
“Go on with you, Noah.” The urge to sleep was strong, but I pushed it aside, his earlier comment about Amelia returning to haunt me. If I brought up the subject, would he tell me the truth or reiterate his desire to remain emotionally unattached?
“You should own up to your accomplishments,” he said, tipping my chin up, his mouth drifting lazily across mine. I slanted my head, pressing my mouth tighter to his seeking one. Perhaps I was a coward, but I couldn’t bring myself to ruin the moment with questions I wouldn’t like the answers to.
A noise from outside startled me. “Did you hear that?”
My heart hammering with fear over being caught, I rolled off him and hopped to my feet. The weight of my limbs threatened to drag me down.
“The door is locked, in case you forgot.” Noah lifted his coat from where it lay on the floor near his head and retrieved a handkerchief. Clad in nothing but a contented grin, he rose onto his knees and ran the cloth down my belly before he removed the condom.
“I did.” Embarrassment heated my cheeks. I was paranoid, and I needn’t be. Nobody would dare defy my privacy orders.Unless something happened to my grandmother. I cocked my head but heard no other sounds. Shoulders dropping, I exhaled. “I suppose we should dress, just in case.”
He folded the rubber into the material and, tucking it into the little leather bag he carried, he held up his hand. Contentment rested in his lightened expression, and he never looked more relaxed. Or tempting. “I suppose it is wise,” he said.
“I don’t wish to be wise.” I clasped his hand and brought him to his feet, my arm moving around his waist. With seeking lips, I skimmed my tongue down the column of his throat, tasting the salty tang of his skin. Fingers splayed, I drifted my hand down to his arse, massaging the tight flesh. “I want to bugger you again. And again. And again.”
“If the hour weren’t so late, I would fulfill your request for at least one more rump ride tonight. But alas, I have to get home.” Noah made no move to leave, however. He angled his head, allowing me to continue my exploration.
“Must you?” I sounded petulant, but I yearned to be with him every minute of every day. That wasn’t possible, but damn if I didn’t wish it to be.
“Yes, I must.”
“A pity.” I nibbled at his neck, inhaling the faint woodsy scent of his shaving soap with hints of male. He drew me in with a simple look, and I was uncertain how wise it was to allow an affair between us to continue. Yet my lips traced a trail under his jaw, inching forever toward the enticement of his mouth. “Will you bugger me?”
“Need you ask?” he said, gripping my arse in a playful gesture before he released me. His back to me, he shoved his legs into his trousers and buttoned the placard. “Yes, I will gladly bugger you. But that will have to wait for next time.”
“There will be a next time?” I watched him dress while I gathered my clothes and proceeded to get dressed myself.Tonight was near perfect, and I could hardly wait for a repeat. I might have found fulfillment not ten minutes past, but damn if my cock wasn’t coming back to life.
“Most certainly. How about Friday night?” He donned his shirt and waistcoat, his hair still disheveled from our play. “I can get us a room at a very exclusive brothel where we won’t be disturbed.”
Eagerness sent my head nodding at his suggestion until reality set in. “I can’t be away for too long. Grandmama...”
“You needn’t fear on that score. You have a queer man in your household who will send someone to fetch me if her health worsens.” He slipped on his coat, the material tight against his shoulders. “And since you’ll be with me, you will know firsthand.”
“I have a queer man in my household? Who?” I asked, buttoning my waistcoat. Until Noah and I had spoken about my desires, I had felt isolated and alone in my needs. Apparently, I was wrong.
“I can’t answer that question, and its best you didn’t know. He likes his job and wouldn’t appreciate me outing him to his employer. Just know, your secret is safe.” He caressed my cheek before dropping his hand.
“How do you know him?” I asked, unable to keep the jealousy out of my voice as I walked him to the door.
“From the Apollo Coffee House. I would offer to take you there someday, but you’re too recognizable, being a duke and all.” He paused at the door and turned to look at me. Tawny eyes studied me for a long moment. “The brothel is a much safer place. Nobody will suspect anything, and Madam has some dilettos which will help prep you for your first time.”
“Are you sure you can’t stay a little bit longer?” My eager cock swelled at the notion, and I curled my fingers into my fist, resisting the temptation to beg him to stay. What we’d sharedtonight had been magical, and I wanted to experience the same thing he had.
“You are nothing if not persistent.” His light laughter sent a smile to my lips. “I do have time for one last kiss.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I pulled him in, slipping my tongue into the warmth of his mouth.
