A Gentleman’s Position(64)

“What truth?” David’s voice was a little husky.

“That if you should care to have me come to you, you need but crook a finger.” Richard stroked David’s cheek with the backs of his fingers, feeling the very slightest prickle of stubble. “If you tell me no, I will be silent. If you prefer, I shall never ask again. But you should know that I would plead on my knees if I thought you wanted me there.”

“To win my help?”

“Be damned to your help. I want your mouth, and your hands, and your hair, and your eyes. I want to stop feeling as though half of my world has gone missing. That puts no obligation on you, none at all, but it is the truth. Do as you wish with it.”

David’s lips were parted, but he didn’t speak. Richard wanted to deal with David’s mouth for him, but that would not do. David had to come to him, or not. “If you want me to go now, I will,” he went on, rolling the lock of hair between his fingers. “But I would so much rather stay with you.”

David looked up, meeting his eyes at last. “Then why aren’t you kissing me?”

“Be bold, be bold, but not too bold.” Richard ran his thumb over David’s lips, felt a tiny movement. “Will you be with me tonight?”

David’s mouth moved, lips closing over Richard’s thumb. He felt a tongue on the sensitive pad and shuddered as David sucked harder, scraping his teeth over skin. “God. My fox.”

David dragged his mouth away. “I want this. You.”

Richard nodded. Neither of them moved for a second, frozen together in front of the fire. Then David made a noise in his throat and rose to stand on tiptoe, grabbing a handful of Richard’s hair. His lips hit Richard’s fiercely, and Richard took equally hard hold of him, pulling him close. They kissed in savage silence, breathing hard. Richard dug his fingers into David’s arse and thigh, making damned sure he knew he was needed, and opened his own mouth to kisses that bit.

At last, Richard pulled away. “Bedroom?”

“Floor.”

“The floor under our feet?”

David’s fingers twined through Richard’s hair. “That very one.”

The floor of the Ricardians’ private meeting room, the space reserved for Richard’s most intimate friends. Richard looked down into David’s eyes, which were filled with dancing devils in the firelight. “I have not made love outside a bedroom in…” Not since his youth; not since Dominic.

David didn’t look away, but his other hand moved, and Richard heard the soft slip of buttons. He swallowed. He couldn’t look away either, not with David’s gaze so intent.

David took Richard’s hand, gently pressed it to a very solid cock-stand. His fingers curled around it, apparently of their own volition, forcing a breathy gasp from David, and that was all Richard needed.

He went to his knees on the rug, one at a time because he was too big to do that easily, his eyes still locked with David’s, David’s hand still tight in his hair. He didn’t move for a long, silent moment, letting both of them absorb what was happening, feeling his heart thump, then he leaned forward and took David’s prick in his mouth.

“Christ.” David’s fingers tensed. “Oh yes.”

It was the noises he made. That first time, Richard had thought his uncontrollable excitement had been due to his pent-up need for David or even just the sheer relief of handling another man’s body again, but he’d been wrong. It was those little whimpering breaths, the tiny moans, the sound of David’s control fracturing, which acted on Richard’s own prick like the stroke of a hand. He could feel himself straining against his breeches, painfully needy, and he’d be damned if there would be a repeat of that first absurd schoolboy spilling, but God, the pleasure of sucking David, of making him curse and groan, and of feeling that stiff length in his mouth…He wrapped his tongue around it, working his lips, relishing the sensation and the taste of firm flesh.

“Sweet Lord. Stop.” David tugged at Richard’s hair. “Not yet.” Richard released him with a sound of protest, and David gave a breathless laugh. “My God. You like a cock in your mouth.” He slipped to his knees with effortless grace so that they faced each other, sliding a hand down Richard’s side and over the bulge of his arousal. “Where else do you like it?”

Richard’s breath caught in his throat. David’s hand stilled, and his eyes widened sharply as if his mind had just caught up with his mouth, because to have said that to Lord Richard Vane….

He did not want to be Lord Richard now, and to have David watching his words was not tolerable. He brushed his thumb over David’s lips, steadily and carefully, felt the flick of tongue. “I think…I very much think I should like it anywhere you choose to put it, my fox.”