Chapter 3
Edmund was going to combust. He stood there in a room with a man’s fingers lightly resting on his lips, and it should be the only thing he was focused on and yet, his mind was racing.
“Me? You want me?” How could anyone want him?
He was a fool who had broken the one unspoken agreement that existed in his family.
Edmund should not have said anything about his brother or being unable to pay.
If word got back to him that other people knew the Duke withheld his allowance as a means of control, his brother would be very angry.
The Duke liked people to think of him as a charming, and even in private he didn’t like to let the mask slip often.
The Duke had once told Edmund not to worry because he was a benevolent dictator, only concerned for Edmund’s wellbeing.
Eventually, Edmund had come to realise that the Duke hadn’t been joking when he used the word dictator; he truly did believe that he knew better than everyone and had the right to impose his needs on all. He was a Duke, after all.
“Yes. I definitely want you.” The man, Gabriel the angel, slid his fingers down to Edmund’s chin, and lightly added his thumb.
Goodness, he was good at this. Edmund swallowed.
He wanted ... Oh how much he wanted to do this.
His lips were dry and so he licked them.
Slowly he nodded. Gabriel’s touch had evaporated all the stressful thoughts racing in his mind and now Edmund was ready.
“Please.”
A flicker of a smile lit up Gabriel’s face and he dragged his fingertips down Edmund’s throat.
This was nothing like those few times he’d fumbled with another boy at Eton.
Gabriel moved with purpose, dropping to his knees before him.
There was a deliberate practiced intent to Gabriel’s choice that scorched Edmund’s soul.
His knees weakened and he shuddered as his cock came alive with need.
“Can I touch you?” He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work, not with Gabriel’s fingers unbuttoning his fall, brushing lightly over his stand, and he adored the way his mind went blank. All the stress and racing worries had, almost, gone quiet as sensation began to take over.
“Of course.” Gabriel looked up and there was something outrageously incredible about having such a beautiful face stare up at him from there.
If Gabriel moved an inch forwards, his chin would rest on Edmund’s balls, and God, he wished he knew how to ask for that.
Instead, he gently placed his hand on Gabriel’s head, threading his fingers through his soft hair.
It was slightly damp at the edges where the huge feathered headdress had been sitting, and Edmund wanted to soothe that away.
He barely had time to contemplate the different textures when cool air surrounded his jutting stand and Gabriel made a moan of appreciation.
“You are magnificent.” Gabriel dragged one finger up Edmund’s length and he swayed on his feet. Holy hell.
“I wish we had all night. I want this inside me, you’d make me so full.”
Edmund couldn’t speak, just tightened his grip on Gabriel’s hair.
How could someone be so brazen like that?
And the imagery, he yearned to do just what Gabriel said.
He wanted this man stretched out on a bed with that dress pushed up to his spine, and him rutting into his slender body.
Shivers raced up his spine and heat pooled in his balls.
And then, just as he thought Gabriel’s words were special enough, his lips were on his stand, and it was more than incredible.
This was nothing like those boyhood fumbles at Eton. Gabriel’s tongue licked the leaking end of his cock and the sight of his dark hair at his groin was almost too much. He was going to faint.
“Wait.”
Gabriel immediately stopped, rocking back on his knees and staring up at him. His lips glistened and it was almost as amazing as having them on his cock.
“I need...” Something to clutch, so he wouldn’t fall. His head was light as he glanced around the room.
“Lean against the door. It’ll stop anyone coming in.”
Edmund nodded, glad that Gabriel understood without him having to explain. His cheeks prickled with red heat, a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he walked to the door, with his cock out in the air. He leaned back against the wood and hoped it was solid oak and able to take his weight.
“Open your eyes.”
He did, only to see Gabriel crawling towards him on his knees, the red dress flowing over his spine. He grabbed the base of his cock to stop himself spilling at the sight. How did he know this would do it for him? Thankfully, mercifully, it was only a few yards.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Edmund couldn’t quite fathom how he’d found someone who would do this for him.
Gabriel’s eyes widened and he rocked back on his heels, staring up at him with those dark brown eyes.
So incredibly beautiful. “Yes. I want to kneel before you and worship your glorious form with my lips. Yes I want to taste you, all the way in the back of my throat. I want to swallow you down and make you moan with pleasure. Yes. I want this. I want you.”
Well, that was rather specific and detailed and exactly what Edmund needed. No surprises. “I...” He cleared his throat and tried again. “I would like that.”
“Shall I begin?” Gabriel asked.
“Please.” Edmund shivered as Gabriel ran his finger up his stand, from the base to the tip.
It was unexpected and he barely had time to enjoy that when Gabriel’s wet mouth covered him.
Damnation. He was going to spill like a school boy.
He rested his head back on the door and stared at the plaster ceiling, trying to think of anything else, but he couldn’t.
His entire self was focused on the flicks of Gabriel’s tongue, the long slides of his mouth.
God, he was so good at this with everything pulling pleasure direct from Edmund’s balls.
He shoved his hands into Gabriel’s hair, clinging on, and Gabriel responded to his touch with a moan that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
He clung on tighter, wanting this experience to go on forever, but knowing it wouldn’t last very long at all.
He wanted to remember every lick, every suck, every single moment of this.
He wanted to thank Gabriel with a long kiss, his body pulled tight against his own, but instead he was going to go home with this memory, and so he didn’t close his eyes when his body became heavy with pleasure.
He stared at Gabriel as if he could keep this picture forever.
His own coarse fingers threaded through Gabriel’s black hair, the red dress pooling around Gabriel’s body, all brightness and light, and the little moans that they were both making filling the air with a desperate music.
“I’m going to spill.” He wanted to warn Gabriel, and the wonderous man only sucked him deeper, tighter, and of course, his body responded with a shout and shudder, releasing all the pleasure into Gabriel’s mouth like an uncontrolled bull, bucking with it, hips thrusting as he used Gabriel, riding his face.
It was completely and utterly glorious. And then Gabriel staggered to his feet, and licked his lips as if he’d enjoyed it.
“Thank you.” Gabriel’s voice crackled, hoarse and Edmund liked it more than he should. A tiny nasty voice in the back of his head threatened to ruin all this joy. Was he just like his brother as he gained enjoyment from someone being wrecked by serving him?
“Thank you. It’s been a while since I was so thoroughly and wonderfully fucked like that.” Gabriel smiled. He actually smiled and Edmund was going to melt.
“I didn’t use you?” He had to know if Gabriel liked it.
“Only the perfect amount. I’m here most nights if you want to use me again.” The warmth in his voice sent the worry fleeing and Edmund nodded. He hoped this was true and he wished he could trust people with their words. “It’s been an absolute pleasure.”
“Do you want me to do the same for you?”
“Oh no. Didn’t you notice? I came along for the ride already.
” Gabriel waved his hand and a wet patch was obvious through the fabric of the red dress.
If Edmund wasn’t already completely empty, he’d have spilled again at the sight.
This man had come from only Edmund’s touch in his hair and his cock in his mouth.
He couldn’t breathe at the sincerity of it.
The evidence that Gabriel had enjoyed himself was too much to bear when combined with his own pleasure.
He buttoned up his fall with shaking fingers, nodded and ran from the room, knowing that if he stayed, he’d never want to leave.
And then something would happen that would ruin this moment.
Good moments always ended being ruined somehow.
That was Edmund’s lot in life, and so he left before that could happen.