His tongue travelled lower, and he sucked one of Rollo’s tight ballocks into his mouth.
“You’re already destroying me in the nursery too,” Rollo moaned.His cock pulsed; when he made to squeeze it, Lyndon slapped his hand away.
“No.Keep away.I licked it; I believe that makes it mine.”
Rollo chuckled hoarsely.His hands tangled in Lyndon’s hair.“My spoiled, highhanded lord.”He canted his hips, head tipped back, and his wet lips parted in surrender.Again, Lyndon tongued the crown of his cock, breathing in the musk of him, savouring the bittersweet pearls.Feeling it throb against his tongue.
“You’re shameless, my love.How you thrust into my mouth.”
He sucked harder and deeper, tracing a path behind Rollo’s ballocks with his finger.Then he broke off, sitting back on his haunches to watch his lover’s face.Another silvery pearl dripped down Rollo’s shaft.“How do you get so wet for me?”
Rollo moaned again, biting on his lower lip.“I have no control over it.When your fingers touch me there, dignity and I readily part company.”He hissed as Lyndon cupped his ballocks again, squeezing gently, then teased his prick with his mouth.“And if you persist, I shall also part company with my sanity.It shall stream down your throat.”
With a last, lingering lick along the hard line of Rollo’s shaft, Lyndon pulled off to plant bruising kisses the length of Rollo’s body until, finally, he met with his lips.One day, he would manage a calm, measured seduction.He would unveil his lover’s body with exquisite care.He would carry him to bed, whereupon they would tenderly pleasure each other until reaching a leisurely, shared crisis.But not today.
Clutching a fistful of blond hair, he spun Rollo to face the wall.“Spread for me, pup,” he whispered hotly against Rollo’s nape.
By God, the boy was beautiful.It was all he could do not to fall to his knees again, torn between the urges to sink his teeth into Rollo’s juicy rump or his cock into the channel within.He licked his finger, then swept it across Rollo’s hole, up and down, up and down, up and down, teasing the entrance.Then, without warning, he sank two thick fingers inside.A moan locked his throat at Rollo’s shuddering response.
“You want more?”Lyndon breathed.“You want my prick?”
Rollo sucked in a gasp, pushing back on Lyndon’s fingers, and he crooked them, finding the nubbin that made his boy cry out.“Yes,” Rollo panted.“Yes.”
Lyndon rubbed his bare shaft up against Rollo’s arse, grasping Rollo’s cock with his other hand.He pressed a path around the curve of his lover’s perfect ear with his lips and nipped at the soft lobe.“Then you must ask me nicely, pup.”
“Please,” Rollo gasped.“Please.I beg you.My lord and captain.”
In one short thrust, Lyndon slid inside.Even with oil, it was tight, so damned tight.He fought for control, his thoughts splintering.Rollo gasped.
“Am I hurting you, pup?”
“Yes.A little.”Rollo sucked in a deep breath, then let it out between clenched teeth.“But it is exquisite.Indistinguishable from joy.”He threw his head back on a long groan, and Lyndon felt something give.“You have stretched me to the fullest.”
Rollo braced his hands on the wall as Lyndon cradled him.Though his little rocking movements grew in purpose, he wouldn’t hurt his lover.Not even if he begged.Instead, he steadied them both, one hand wrapped around Rollo’s chest, the other around Rollo’s cock.Clasped against the warmth and weight of his body and hardly moving inside it, the raging, savage force of Lyndon’s climax raced towards him.
“I could die like this, pup,” he breathed on a long slow thrust.“And I would never regret it.You against my hips, your taste on my tongue.”
“Please don’t,” gasped Rollo.He twisted, his eyes flashing with amusement even as he winced.“I did not clamber upon that roof for you to die fifteen minutes later with me impaled on your cock.”
Half a minute later, and his man was underneath him, cossetted from the hard floor by a dusty old dress, red as blood against the white of Rollo’s skin.Linseed oil’s earthy scent filled the air.Arguably a better use for it than daubed on Lyndon’s useless canvases.This time when he slid inside, Lyndon’s eyes never left his lover’s.
“Spend with me like this,” he urged.Lyndon pushed Rollo’s knees higher, moving his dainty feet around the back of Lyndon’s neck and pulling him in.Nothing lay between them except the sweat from their bodies.Rollo’s damp hardness rubbed against his belly and Lyndon’s ballocks tightened.As long as he had this—this creature in his arms—he was saved.“Spend with me now as I can hold back no more.”Lyndon thrust deep and long, unravelled, unfettered, and undone.“My dearest pup, my love.”
*
ROLLO WRIGGLED DAMPLY.“The entire Duchamps-Avery clan is here,” he said.
“What?”
The entire clan?Knowing that Rossingley had witnessed him dancing around his chimneys was enough.Never mind the others.Lyndon very much prayed he’d misheard.Or was still half asleep and had dreamed it.Whilst the immediate effects of his morning’s brandy excesses had evaporated several hours ago, its afterbite was catching up with him.His fabulous, insane exertions had left him limp, woollen mouthed, and craving his bed.
“The entire Duchamps-Avery clan is here,” Rollo repeated.
Lyndon groaned.“Yes, I was afraid that’s what you said.”
Of all the words he yearned to hear spill from his lover’s lips after Lyndon had bled him dry, he was not prepared for those.
“My father has brought along his lover, Kit Angel,” Rollo added, as if that made it all better.“And you’ll meet Willoughby at last.Half of our bloody servants have accompanied them, of course.My father doesn’t travel light.”
