Chapter Seventeen
Lord Oliver, Duke of Hayesford
My control was slipping, and we were just beginning. Noah was more than adept at cock-sucking, and it was all I could do to maintain any semblance of sanity. Since spying on the groomsman, I had dreamed about what this might be like. Nothing in my imagination lived up to the reality.
“Now it is my turn, my friend.” I pulled him down onto the thick carpet to lie next to me, shifting around until my mouth drifted along the smooth skin of his hips.
Never in my life had I been allowed to explore another man’s naked body.
I raked his body with my eyes, taking in the dark hair on his legs and the triangle surrounding his cock.
My pulse continued to pound in a steady clip.
I grabbed his hard length, the feel of him in my hand a boon to my mounting need.
Noah was a dream come true. Lifting his member high, I began to lick my way around the circumference.
“My turn to take you into my mouth and hear you moan my name.”
“Indeed, you are a quick learner, and I wish you luck in your endeavor, Oliver.” Hot lips settled on the head of my cock, and I watched the way his eyes glistened as he took me deeper into the silky depths of his mouth.
His dark hair was tousled, his lips rosy from pleasuring me.
I wanted to drive hard into his mouth and spunk, but I wanted to prolong the experience at the same time.
“I have a very tempting teacher,” I said on a groan.
Noah’s body was trim, his legs long with muscles.
Sensuality brightened eyes that were locked with mine.
I drew his cock deeper into my throat, the intoxicating musk of his need addicting.
The way he increased the pressure on my own cock, gave me confidence that I was moving in the right direction.
When he had first suggested the tryst, I had been uncertain.
More than my heart was at risk. I was glad I pushed through my hesitancy and followed my passions.
Guilt over the affair still lingered below the surface.
I was engaged to Amelia, and here I was, sucking his cock.
I felt the tremble go through him, a flush encompassing his neck and chest. Fluid leaked onto my tongue, his earthy flavor branding itself in my memories.
I had imagined what it would be like to be with a man, but my time with Noah thus far exceeded my expectations.
I drew my tongue over the head of his cock, aching to bring him the same pleasure he had brought me.
“I want you to bugger me.” Noah released my cock and sat up, a condom in hand. Raw need sprang from him, speaking to my baser side.
“You want me to bugger you?” I wanted to say yes more than I wanted air, and yet the word stuck in my throat.
He knew of my shame about the doxy and hadn’t judged me.
He was a man, and I desired men; thus there shouldn’t have been any hesitation on my part.
Except there was. “If, um, if that is what you wish.”
A frown marred his brow, and he cupped my cheek, staring deep into my eyes. “I thought it was what you wanted, but if you’ve changed your mind, we can continue on with our earlier play.”
“You misunderstand.” I turned my head and kissed his palm, forcing myself to articulate my concerns.
My feelings for him were intensifying, and I feared performing such an intimate act would bring me closer to the point of no return.
I gave myself a mental shake, aware he was watching me.
We were having an affair, a physical release, and I would do my best to remember that.
No softer emotions were involved; Noah had been blatantly clear about that.
“I would consider it an honor. As you say, this is new to me; thus, I beg you to have patience with me. I assure you, it isn’t personal. ”
“I understand and will do my best not to rush you.” With nimble fingers, he slipped the condom on me and used a generous amount of oil to slick my cock, his eyes almost onyx with need. “But it will be hard to resist when your cock is deep into my arse.”
“If you keep pumping my cock as you are, I might not make it that far.” The pressure of his fingers was making it impossible to think. I had to succeed at this buggering for my peace of mind.
Noah released my length, and palm against my shoulder, pushed me down.
A sensuous smile curved his mouth as he straddled my hips.
He was stunningly virile, unafraid to follow where his desire led.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. He leaned across my torso, kissing his way along my collarbone.
In the weeks since we’d begun to spend more time together, I imagined touching him in such a manner, and here he was, a flesh and blood man, alive beneath my fingertips.
I grabbed his arse, my cock eager to breach his center.
He curved his back, sucking on my nipple as he slowly took me inside.
His snugness was almost too much, and I gripped his thighs, willing myself to remain in control. “You are incredibly tight,” I said.
“Yes, I know, thus you need to resist the temptation to spunk,” he said, rocking his hips into my thrusts. His leaking cock rested between us. “When you are with Amelia, you must bring her pleasure before you find it yourself.”
The sound of her name jarred me, and I frowned at him, unsure why he chose to mention her at such a critical time.
Unless he was in love with her, or he was trying to remind me of our agreement not to become too emotionally invested in our affair.
I considered confronting him about the subject, but any questions could lead to a falling out.
He and I were nude and both highly aroused.
I didn’t wish to ruin the moment. Later, I would breach the subject.
“I wish to kiss you.” I used one arm to lift my torso off the floor while I clasped his cock with my other hand, thumbing the smooth head damp with his need.
He met my lips halfway, my mouth skimming over his parted one in a lingering kiss, only to return for another.
I could kiss him all night and never tire of it.
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 coming to 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 shared tonight 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.
A sultry groan sounded from deep inside his chest as he ended the kiss with a sorrowful smile. “I have to go.”
“We will continue this on Friday.” I opened the door and watched him disappear into the dimly lit hallway.
A servant stood at the end of the corridor, and Noah’s admission whispered back to me.
I had a queer man in my household who knew Noah’s secret and had kept it close to his chest. There was a chance someone might learn of my affair with Noah, and there was a chance they wouldn’t.
Either way, I was rolling the dice with my fate.