Convincing Leopold (16 page)

The edges of Thorn’s full lips kicked up. He settled back against the pillows. “Do you, now?” His lashes dropped to half-mast, gray eyes glittering with an all too wicked spark as he spread his legs a bit wider. Those lazy strokes grew more determined, long fingers wrapping more securely around the rigid length. Gaze pinned on Arthur, Thorn reached down to cup his ballocks.

Arthur pulled his shirt over his head. A thin moan slid past Thorn’s lips as the garment fell to the floor. A surge of pure lust shot through his body. The man was going to make it extremely difficult not to tackle him and take everything he offered. But Arthur held tight to his determination, forced himself to proceed slowly.

As he had paced his new bedchamber, waiting for the clock to strike half past nine, he had realized how selfish he had been of late. Thorn was so aggressive, so eager, so willing to do absolutely anything to please him. Sucking him off, giving himself up for Arthur’s pleasure. He even prepared himself for Arthur’s prick. Hell, it had been well over a month since Thorn had asked to fuck him…not that Arthur should have been waiting for him to ask. Thorn had given him so much, and it was past time Arthur started giving back.

Though… He raked his gaze over Thorn’s body. A faint flush warmed the pale skin of his lover’s flawless chest, his copper nipples drawn into tight buds. How could he resist the opportunity to watch Thorn as he undressed? In any case, if Thorn started touching him, whispering in his ear, he had a feeling his determination just might fly out the damn window.

He tugged on the placket of his trousers, let the soft wool
whoosh
down his legs. Bending his knees, Thorn spread his legs even wider, opening fully to him. A single fingertip drifted slowly, tantalizingly over the smooth expanse of skin behind his ballocks.

Arthur yanked on the strings of his drawers. The sound of fabric tearing rent the air. The hell with his smallclothes. He shoved them down his hips, kicked them free of his feet. “Stop,” he managed to get out.

That fingertip paused a hair’s breadth from that tight, pink hole.

“You do realize you are the very embodiment of temptation?”

Thorn arched a knowing brow.

Yes, of course he knew. The man had used every inch of that beautiful body over the past couple of months in his effort to pull Arthur’s attention back on himself, and Arthur had been the fool who had refused to see the growing desperation behind every wicked touch, every scandalous offer. He hoped tonight he could begin to convince Thorn that he would never be so blind again. Never allow a mere stack of papers to come between him and the man he loved.

He extinguished the lone candle on the bedside table, plunging the room into near darkness, and then crawled onto the bed and crouched over Thorn. Warm fingers, the tips slightly sticky with the proof of Thorn’s desire for him, made to take hold of the prick hanging hard and heavy between Arthur’s thighs. Before Thorn could even fully wrap his hand around Arthur’s length, Arthur shook his head.

“No.” Even though his body begged for that skilled hand, he drew it away. “Let me please you,” he whispered against Thorn’s lips.

And he proceeded to lavish Thorn with affection. With each kiss and each touch, he showed him how much he loved him. Skimming his hands over Thorn’s chest, pausing to pluck at his nipples. Dragging his mouth over every inch of his body, leaving no spot untouched. Following the thick vein on the underside of his cock up to the crown. Swirling his tongue over the tip, lapping up the droplet of fluid, savoring the taste of Thorn before opening wide and taking the man inside. He brought Thorn right to the edge, until he was gasping and begging, thrusting up into each plunging stroke of Arthur’s mouth on his prick. And then pulled free and started anew. Skimming his hands over now blazing hot skin, his touch light and gentle, calming, only to follow with his mouth once again. Until the salty tang of sweat beaded the smooth skin beneath his lips. Until Thorn was writhing beneath him, tugging on his shoulders, desperate fingers biting into his muscles. Until Arthur could not hold back another moment.

He pulled his mouth from the elegant curve of Thorn’s hip and shifted up. “Do you want to fuck me?” he asked, their harsh, panting breaths mingling together.

Thorn shook his head. “Not tonight. Tonight I want you. Want to feel you inside me.” His legs came up to wrap around Arthur’s waist. “Love me.”

“I already do,” Arthur whispered. “I will never stop loving you.” And if it took six more beds to convince Thorn of that fact, then Arthur was more than up to the task.

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Ava March writes Regency-set erotic romances. She has a daughter and is married to a wonderful man who doesn’t mind in the slightest that she spends her evenings writing naughty books.

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