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A Gentleman’s Position(41)



You’re mine now, David thought. Mine.

He bent over once more, took his master down, and fucked Richard with hand and mouth. Harder now, pushing into him, commanding his pleasure. Richard had his arm over his face to muffle the cries he couldn’t hold back, and David fucked him and sucked him at once, holding back only when he was on the brink, making him wait until he was moaning pleas for release.

David fingered the sweet spot, the rest of his hand plastered against Richard’s skin, feeling his whole body straining, and lifted his mouth away from his prick. Richard gave a groan of agony. “Do you want to come?”

“Please. David, please.”

“What are your lordship’s orders?”

Richard hissed. “Do it, damn you.”

David plunged his head down, meeting Richard’s upward thrust, pushing hand against arse, and felt Richard’s climax throbbing through his groin as if it were his own, the bed shaking with the force of the big man’s spasmodic movements. David swallowed, hard, and again, ran his tongue over Richard’s prick until he heard a whimper of oversensitivity and finally, reluctantly, moved his mouth away.

Richard lay, face flushed, lips parted. His eyes were shut, but he reached out and pulled David down onto him with a powerful hand. “Dear God.”

“My pleasure.” David settled against his chest.

“Really, it was not.” Richard blinked his eyes open. “That was…not an experience I have had before. Is there anything you do not excel at?”

“Plenty. I just don’t do those things, and so nobody finds out.”

Richard chuckled, arm tightening around David’s back. “Wise, as ever. I cannot hope to match your skills, you know.” His other hand was roaming, making David’s skin tingle. “But if there is a way I can please you…”

“Touch me,” David whispered. “However you like.”

And Richard did, kissing his chest and lips and hair, praising him with his hands, murmuring words of worship against his skin until, when David spent in his turn, it was with tears pricking his eyes for the knowledge that he was loved and the terrible awareness that morning would come.





Chapter 9


Richard woke the next morning with hair in his mouth and a weight on his heart that was, for the first time in a while, not metaphorical. David nestled against him, under his arm, head rising gently with Richard’s breathing. It felt as if neither of them had moved from the position in which they’d fallen asleep. Richard’s back hurt. He had no idea of the time, except that the light suggested it was early, or if they were safe to stay there together.

He would have to leave.

Everything revolted at the thought. The previous night had been more than good, more than lovemaking, far more than Richard had had in an age. The sickening discovery that he was unable to satisfy Dominic had taken away his pleasure in lovemaking for years, because he had found himself constantly aware that he might not know what his partner truly felt. That might not matter to other men, but Richard found it impossible to fuck when he didn’t care, and the caring brought a burden.

He’d had a few affairs, of course, men he’d liked and could trust to be honest, but nobody had set his blood alight in a long time, and he hadn’t bedded anyone at all since he and Julius had made a single attempt to find refuge with each other, over two years ago. Richard, guiltily aware that he had chosen Julius in lieu of the pale and slender man he wanted, had spent the entire night trying not to call him “Cyprian”; Julius, all too sensitive to being another man’s substitute, had clearly known something was wrong and withdrawn into icy untouchability. The catastrophic night remained one of Richard’s most embarrassing memories, and he felt fortunate to have been forgiven.

So he had given up. Since he could not have his desire, he had resigned himself to having nothing at all and relied on his hand, which brought no danger and cherished no expectations.

And now he’d had David, and two years of self-enforced celibacy had puffed away like dandelion seeds on the wind. One single night, and the needs Richard had denied so long and so hard were roaring back, demanding action, telling him that one night would not be, would never have been enough.

He didn’t want David’s body for a night. He wanted David, all of him, always.

There had to be a way. And as Richard looked down at the tangled red hair on his chest, wishing for just a little more time, it came to him.

He stared at the ceiling considering, until his path was clear in his mind. It had to be the answer, and now he thought of it, he could not imagine why it had taken him so long to come up with the idea. He nudged David and was absurdly charmed to see that he woke like a cat, with a slow blink into wide-eyed alertness.