“Well!” He exclaimed with a wry smile. “This has been a profitable night.” The glint in his eyes was lascivious.
“That’s quite a prize.” I agreed, now we both had a red book we could compare the volumes and find out what it was about them that so delighted the nobleman.
“All in all, it was a stimulating evening”, I said truthfully. I had not danced in years and it came to me that I truly did enjoy it, especially holding Sebastian in my arms while fooling all of London society.
“It was.”
“Are your ruses always like that?”
“Oh no. This one was a doddle and particularly enjoyable. You are a wonderful dancer! And the rest of it was effortless fun with you as my cohort.” The look that passed between us was heated and magnetic.
“What do you usually do after an assignment? Do you go to ground? Do you find ways to burn off the rush of excitement after a job well done?”
Cavell chuckled at my probing question.
“I used to head straight for my favourite drinking den, then to a dancing club, and finally I would find myself an agreeable bed warmer.”
“You used to?” I noted.
“I haven’t had the taste for those kinds of shenanigans since I first saw you.” He admitted. Our eyes locked and all of the sounds of the outside world faded. At this moment the world consisted of me and the man whose hazel eyes and soft lips made my heart waltz.
“Is that right?” I said coolly, even though my pulse was galloping, and sweat beaded my chilled flesh. I removed my leather gloves as my hands felt far too sweaty. “You expect me to believe that a virile man like you went without a bed partner from when you first saw me until our liaison in Glasgow?”
“It is the truth. I could not get you out of my mind. I could not sleep—that is why Josiah was outside your auction house each morning with the pigeons. I was desperate to set eyes on you and feel… alive.” My brows narrowed,
“You must know, Benedict—“ My chest tightened as lust wound me tighter and tighter.
“Seducing you in Glasgow was a leap into the darkness for me. You, my dear heart, had haunted my dreams for so many months and I’d believed you to be untouchable. When you responded to my advances—” Sebastian shook his head, desire, and awe in his eyes.
There was a fragile moment of impasse as we stared at one another, I bit my lip, my fingers tingled, and my groin pulsed with arousal. Then, as if set free after a time of imprisonment, in unison, we leaped from our seats and collided like rutting stags, our mouths crushing together in an intense, hot, messy kiss. We tumbled backward onto the banquette seat at the rear of the coach. Once again, I was sinning in the dark and with the surge of desire and adoration for the man I clasped roughly, I did not care.
The undulating motion of the coach did nothing to dissipate my arousal. I was painfully hard already and with the occasional jolts of the carriage on the rough roadways, and Cavell’s thigh pressed between mine, I was worried that I would reach the critical moment far too soon! Cavell had seen to me the last time we had enjoyed an assignation in a carriage, and so this time he would find his release first.
My grasping hands moved down his tight, athletic body, under his clothing, tugging without a care until my hand met the warm smooth flesh at his abdomen. I pushed my hand lower past his waistband; the button that had fastened the trousers popped from its threads and fired off to ping against a window. We pulled our magnetized mouths away from one another for a second to laugh.
“I should punish you for what you put me through tonight,” I warned lustfully.
“Do your worst!” Cavell challenged. And so I got to work again, my hand moving lower, past Cavell’s soft, prickly bush of pubic hair and to my prize. My fingers enveloped the satisfying heaviness of his blisteringly hot erection. When my hand fully gripped his cockstand and began to stroke Sebastian arched his back and cried out as if it was painful.
“Yes, yes, squeeze me harder, I love it so”, he groaned as if he was going out of his mind with lust. He began to make rapid piston movements, fucking my fist while he mauled my mouth and my throat. His movements were fevered, animalistic and I vowed I would not let go of the hot column of flesh in my hand until it unloaded his sticky nectar into my palm. It did not take long. The coach turned a sharp corner and impulsively my hand tensed and I tugged, trying to keep my slick grip. Cavell seemed to like rough treatment for that forceful movement sent him over the edge. His body went rigid on top of me and he groaned with relief as my fingers were soon wetted by gushes of his precious spend. He collapsed atop me; his face nestled in the crook of my neck.
Coming to my senses I realized what an obscene exhibit we made, splayed half on-half off the black buttoned leather seat. I pushed Cavell off me, righted myself, and with a lustful rasp I gasped.
“I’ve sent my servants away for a few days. My house is empty—” The connotations of that statement were all too clear. Cavell sat up and rested his head on the back of the seat and shuddered with laughter. I knew as I licked his spend from my hand, that I was a lost cause. Cavell had unleashed the beast in me and it
