I’ve already spread my legs for him. He dribbles the lube onto his dick and around my ass, massaging it in, taking time when I want him to hurry.
“Fucking do it.”
“Trust me. I’m fucking gonna.”
He does. He pushes into me in one thrust making me yell and then the burn stops and it starts to feel good.
I hold my cock with one hand, my eyes fixed on where we join. He oozes words and curses until he comes with a long groan, filling the condom and then he’s on his knees between my legs, taking my cock in his mouth like promised.
Women give good head, but not like a man. He’s rough and thorough and in minutes I’m there, my balls tightening and my load spewing into his mouth.
He takes it all.
We lie next to each other, on a dusty floor in a dirty room at the edge of a desert. Brothers-in-arms.
“Maybe the Romans had the right idea.” His words are quiet, the dirtiness washed away.
“Maybe.”
“This stays between us?”
He doesn’t need to ask. “Of course. Feel better?”
He sits up, the glint of light from the window catching his eye. “Maybe after another round.”
Isaac’s in the lounge when I get there. He’s changed into a casual shirt and trousers and he’s drinking what’s probably a coffee. The man knows his beans and I’ve made a point to not ask him what he’s drinking as the response I get is long enough for me to grow a beard that has its own post code.
I sit down next to him, trying to ignore the awkwardness I feel. For the first time since before Joe in the desert when I was still a teenager, I don’t know what position I’m in.
“You mentioned the lovely Elise before.” His words are loaded.
“I did. I saw them together in a bookshop yesterday.”
Isaac nods. “There’s nothing going on between them. But that’s no to say there won’t be. William’s father has told him Elise needs a longer period of mourning before she can be seen to move on from Lennox.”
“Good to know William’s following daddy’s instructions.”
Isaac chuckles. “William always follows Daddy’s instructions. Some days it’s as if William doesn’t actually have his own brain.”
“Why didn’t Goldsmith Senior retain his position as party leader?” I hadn’t given Goldsmith’s family too much of a thought before.
“William has a broader appeal.” Isaac gestured to the waiter for another coffee. “Blair’s arrived.”
“I believe so.”
I hadn’t seen her yet. She’d gone straight into the meeting with Goldsmith. My job was out here, watching the comings and goings.
“Tell me about Elise. I know you’ve known her for years.”
“I don’t really know her. I was the gardener’s son. She was the best friend of the princess. Never the twain should meet, not in her eyes.”
“You don’t like her?”
“I think she’s a user. She wants a title. Lennox was a sure fire way for her to get it. Now she’s after a replacement.”
“So she has William in her sights. He sees her as being useful.”
I give a nod and ask the waiter for a coffee, a bog-standard normal coffee and not some twattish fancy thing I know Isaac will have.
