Chapter 3
Earnest had a nasty thought while he looked down at Lord Horden’s handsome face.
His nose was crinkled up and his gaze was darting around as if he was thinking of a hundred things at once, and Earnest was torn between wanting to help Horden relax and wanting revenge for being thrown out.
He was such a bloody disaster to want both.
Could he fuck Horden and be the first to leave?
Would it make him feel better for last time?
Did he really want that satisfaction? He'd pictured himself in love with Horden—sweet Horden with his massive cock—and he’d been wrong. Again.
Usually when Earnest bedded someone it was for mutual pleasure.
Many a widow wanted him to cleanse themselves from the terrible memories of bad husbands, and he did the job happily, while on occasion a young woman wanted to be ruined to save her from such a marriage.
It was Adam’s entire business to give the impression of ruination and Earnest was happy to oblige.
He had no preference for any gender or another.
He just liked to be liked, and he loved the first flush of love when it was all chemistry and no thinking.
Deep down he knew it wasn’t love, but it was the closest he ever came to love, and he chased the feeling with every fibre of his being. Connection was beauty.
“I bet you I could kiss you in Whites and no one would care.” People would assume it was Earnest being a fool, clowning around for entertainment.
Horden tensed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He would. “Maybe.” He loved this rush of blood, the way his body came alive when fucking someone, and he focused all his energy on stripping Horden out of his annoying clothes.
He had to get rid of this barrier between their skin and get his mouth all over Horden.
He rose to his knees, and grabbed at Horden’s clothing, using his considerable experience to strip him down, all the while teasing Horden with little touches until he writhed and gasped underneath him.
That was more like it. He wanted Horden relaxed, and his own pulse thrummed through his skull with the knowledge that he might be the only person who saw Lord Horden like this.
He certainly gave the impression that being bedded made him anxious.
“Let go.” He clambered off him and gave the blanket a good strong tug. Horden yelped.
“Careful of the candle.”
“Relax, Horden, I’m not going to burn your house down.
” Earnest couldn’t guarantee that. He had plenty of little burn scars on his arms and legs from his childhood, reminders that he was hopeless around a furnace.
Horden nodded, his gaze flicking around nervously.
Did this man ever relax? Yes, once. Earnest could give him that again.
He grabbed Horden’s pants and proceeded to remove them as quickly as was humanly possible, until he could trace his hands up Horden’s strong legs.
“There he is. Ready for me.” Earnest wrapped his fist around Horden’s huge, hard length, which was as big as he’d remembered. Sometimes his imagination got away on him, and reality wasn’t as good, but damn, Horden had a wonderful cock.
Lord H hardened, thick and well hung
All the lords and ladies wanted their bell rung
By the giant specimen of an erection
One that might win an election
Was this his fate now? Stuck writing terrible poems about the glorious thick length of Horden’s cock with the head already leaking for him. Veins wrapped around Horden’s cockstand, and his skin was silky smooth as Earnest slid his hand gently. Too gently. On purpose.
“Earnest.”
“Would you like something?” He asked, loving the way Horden’s voice rumbled over his skin and sent heat spearing through him. He’d been stabbed in the chest by sensation.
“Your mouth.” Horden’s command came out more like a needy whisper, which shot flames across Earnest’s body.
Earnest wanted to tease Horden, so he crawled up the bed and kissed him on the mouth, tasting the heady lust swirling with the brandy Horden had drunk at dinner.
Their tongues duelled, sliding over each other, and Earnest’s heart galloped, swollen with lust for this man.
It would only take one nice word, and Earnest would fall in love all over again.
And then Horden blinked as if he’d decided something.
Earnest wanted to ask, but Horden threaded his hand in Earnest’s hair and pushed his head downwards.
Earnest went willingly, kissing all the way down Horden’s throat, loving the way it moved under his lips as Horden swallowed.
When he pressed his tongue to the base of Horden’s throat, all the while keeping one hand loosely on Horden’s gorgeous cock, Horden moaned and Earnest felt like a goddamned king. Horden pushed on Earnest’s head again.
“Patience, love. Let me make this good for you.”
Horden’s growl, filled with impatience and lust, was perfect.
Earnest used his other hand to explore Horden’s body; the man must ride every day as he was fit and strong with muscles that twitched and trembled as Earnest traced them with his fingers.
And just as Horden’s grip on his scalp became stronger, Earnest pounced.
He slid his mouth over the end of Horden’s cock and the resulting groan from Horden struck him in the balls.
Goddamn, another one like that and he’d come just from the noise Horden was making.
It was time to tease him instead, so he pulled his mouth back and blew gently on the end of Horden’s leaking cock.
The whine of protest was delicious and Earnest adjusted his body so he had better access, then he removed his hand from Horden’s cock and licked all the way up the length instead.
Horden’s hands dropped from Earnest’s scalp to his shoulders and his fingers dug into Earnest’s flesh as Earnest made a meal of Horden’s cock.
He loved doing this to someone, loved the way Horden’s breath became shuddery and ragged with a desperate timbre, and eventually when Horden was pleading for it, Earnest opened his mouth and sucked Horden’s cock in.
Sinking down until the round head hit him in the back of the throat and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes at the pressure; pressure he’d applied himself because he adored it.
Horden thrust instinctually and Earnest welcomed the extra force.
His entire body sung with sensation as he slid his mouth up and down on Horden’s cock, impaling his mouth like he’d wanted.
Soon Horden picked up the same rhythm, his hips bucking on the bed, fucking into Earnest’s mouth and using him in the best possible way.
God, his voice would be wrecked after this.
“Stop.” Horden growled and Earnest did as he was asked, sliding off Horden’s cock, knowing that his nostrils must be flaring as he dragged air back into his lungs.
“Why?” He’d been right about his voice being wrecked by the glory of Horden’s impressive cock.
Horden swallowed a few times, his breath coming faster than Earnest had expected. “You just stopped?”
“Yes.”
“But what about...”
Earnest knew what Horden was going to ask – what about your needs? He was a fool because he only wanted to give Horden pleasure. “I’m good. I wouldn’t expect an Earl to put his mouth on the cock of a commoner.”
Horden’s growl was deeper than before and he shoved Earnest’s shoulders, pushing him onto his back on the bed. Before Earnest could argue, Horden’s hot mouth was on Earnest. Holy hell. Horden wasn’t very good. His mouth was too wide, too sloppy, and not tight enough.
“Suck me harder. It won’t hurt.”
Horden closed his mouth a little, still not venturing far down Earnest’s length, and yet, there was something wholesome about the attempt.
It felt like it must be Horden’s first time and for some reason that made Earnest’s heart gallop even faster.
Last time, Horden had fucked Earnest’s mouth—three times over the course of the night—and Earnest’s voice had been delightfully wrecked afterwards.
Now he spread his arms wide on the bed and observed closely as Horden crouched on his knees and carefully attempted to suck Earnest’s cock.
There was something sweet and courageous about the effort that did nothing to stop the way Earnest fell completely in love.
Again. His body flooded with that familiar onslaught of sweet emotion as he watched Horden give his first cock sucking.
Probably. Earnest couldn’t help himself, tracing the shell of Horden’s ear with a fingertip, then across his cheek with the rough stubble onto where his full lips were spread around Earnest’s cock.
“A little tighter and slid up and down slower.” He used his hands to guide Horden’s head until his own eyes rolled back in his scalp as Horden demonstrated what a quick learner he was.
Horden got the pressure just right and Earnest used his legs to grip Horden’s body, wanting to be as close as possible, but also, he couldn’t spill into Horden’s mouth.
Not for his first time. When Horden had fucked his mouth when they’d been together before, Earnest had swallowed him down each time, but he had the benefit of experience, knowing how to expect the sudden gush of fluid into an already filled throat.
With a superhuman effort, Earnest pushed Horden off and scrambled to kiss his mouth before he could protest. More than anything, Earnest’s favourite thing in the world was kissing, and he kissed Horden with all his skill until they were both moaning into each other’s mouths.
Their bodies untangled from the weird way they’d ended up half-sitting on the bed and Earnest rolled them until he lay on top of Horden.
Their cocks ground together, both of them thrusting to get more pressure, until Earnest broke the kiss to beg for his release. But ...
“Did you mean it?” Horden’s breathy question took Earnest away from the edge. Just.
“Mean what?”
“That you want to be ... impaled on ...”
Earnest let out a weird noise—a laugh and a gasp and a garbled oh hell yes please—one that he’d probably be embarrassed about later.
“Yes please.” It wouldn’t take much, he could be ready to take Horden’s length with a simple stretch of his own fingers.
After last time, Earnest had dreamed of it, imagined sitting in Horden’s lap, impaled by his cock while he kissed him and rode him.
He shuddered. “Yes. I want it now.” He pushed his hand between their bodies and wrapped it around both their lengths.
It was too dry but so hot, and then Horden cried out and spilled into Earnest’s hand.
The way Horden’s eyes scrunched up and his lips parted, all in the light of a feeble candle, was too much for Earnest and he followed him, chasing that release in a rush of sparks that set fire to his spine, rippling over his body.
“I’m sorry.” Horden’s apology came with tension across his shoulders, and Earnest kissed him softly.
“Don’t be. You were perfect. If there were rules for fucking, you just followed them exactly.” He wasn’t sure why his instincts connected Horden’s tension to his earlier worry about etiquette, but it did the trick as Horden relaxed again and almost smiled.
“Do you think so?”
“I know so.”
“Are there rules for this?”
Earnest licked his lip, his mouth suddenly dry. “Only one.”
“What is it?” The tension returned.
“To only do what the other person wants.”
Horden frowned and Earnest brushed the skin between Horden’s eyebrows with his finger. “What do you mean?”