Page 39 of Seduced By a Scoundrel

“Not as beautiful as you are,” Jeremy panted, gripping Derrek’s sides as they kissed, then sliding his arms around him to pull Derrek down by his side.

They kissed for a while longer, not minding the mess between them. All of it was bliss, even though there had been no penetration. There would be time for that later. For that moment, that night, all that mattered was that the two of them were together and that they were one.

Fourteen

It was the most glorious morning awakening of his life. Jeremy had not thought it possible to sleep so soundly when such momentous things had taken place the night before, but despite his desperate need for a wash, he’d slept the night away, safe in Derrek’s arms, and he’d awakened in more or less the same state as he had nearly every morning of their sweet country interlude.

“Good morning,” Derrek’s gruff, sleepy voice enveloped him as he stretched and breathed in his lover’s scent and the fresh, morning air.

Derrek had apparently opened the window beside the bed at some point in the night, which Jeremy was grateful for. It allowed not only a freshening breeze and morning light, but the sound of birdsong into the cottage with it. Such things were right and perfect for the way Jeremy felt in his heart.

“Good morning to you, as well,” he said, snuggling closer to Derrek.

As always seemed to be the case, he was half hard with morning excitement. Unlike every other morning, his state of involuntary arousal was deeply welcome and made him smile.

It did more than that. Rather than shrinking away from Derrek or hiding himself in embarrassment, he shifted so that he lay on top of his champion, their cocks pressed together under them, and moved just enough to create friction that would wake them even more.

Derrek chuckled deep in his throat and smiled up at Jeremy. He had one arm bent behind his head as a pillow already, but he moved the other one to Jeremy’s backside, squeezing him possessively. Better still, he stroked his fingers through the cleft of Jeremy’s cheeks as if seeking out what he wanted from him but had been denied the night before, though through no fault of Jeremy’s own. He had been willing to give Derrek everything, but nature and Derrek’s mouth had had other plans.

“Someone is in a lively mood this morning,” Derrek said, less drowsy by the moment, but still languid.

“I feel as if we have unfinished business from last night,” Jeremy said, finding it to be the easiest thing imaginable to play the amorous lover with Derrek.

“Unfinished?” Derrek’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he gazed up at Jeremy in the morning light. “Love, you finished it in my throat and I finished all over you.”

He swept his hand around to Jeremy’s front and the dried bits of that evidence that still clung to him.

Part of Jeremy was mortified that he was still such a mess. The rest of him adored being a mess for Derrek.

“I feel as though I could begin and finish again,” he said, leaning closer to Derrek’s mouth.

He intended to kiss his lover long and deep, but Derrek stopped and surprised him by pressing a finger to his lips.

He raised one eyebrow, then, instead of saying anything, he reached over to the table beside the bed. Jeremy hadn’t noticed the odd collections of items sitting there, but among them were a slightly wilted sprig of mint and a glass of water.

“First things first,” Derrek said, taking a leaf from the mint for himself and chewing it, then handing one to Jeremy.

Jeremy laughed as soon as he realized his lover’s intent. He took his mint leaf and ate it, then sat up enough to reach for the glass of water, swallowing a few mouthfuls before handing it to Derrek.

Derrek had to sit up to drink the water, but the resulting position was much to Jeremy’s liking. Derrek was so much bigger than him, and there was something satisfying about sitting straddling his lap, his knees pushed into the pillows behind Derrek, as they kissed and caressed each other.

It was everything having a lover was meant to be, mint-tasting breath and all. Derrek was powerful, and yet Jeremy could feel and admired his restraint. He felt more free than he ever had and angled his hips against Derrek’s so that their now hard cocks could rub against each other while their mouths worshiped each other.

“I want you,” Derrek growled as the intensity of the moment increased. He grabbed Jeremy’s arse cheeks in both hands and pulled them apart so that he could caress Jeremy’s hole with his fingertips.

Jeremy lowered his head slightly, breathing heavily through the pleasure of that most secret touch, but he was uncertain. “I’ve not cleaned,” he admitted, though Derrek must have known it. Heat flooded his face as much as it filled his groin.

“I do not care,” Derrek said, increasing the pressure of his fingers’ exploration. “We can wash afterwards. I brought some grease in last night.

Jeremy peeked to the side and gusted out a breath when he spotted a small jar of grease on the table. His insides shivered with expectation and his cock dripped with excitement at the prospect of enjoying that filled and possessed sensation with Derrek, but decorum still had him uncertain.

“I want to,” he said hesitantly, proving his desire by reaching between them to grasp both of their members together and stroking. “I’ve never had congress without meticulous hygiene first.”

Derrek laughed, long and low. “You are amazing, my sweet dove,” he said, then slanted his mouth over Jeremy’s in a kiss.

It was so possessive and all-encompassing that Jeremy was ready to throw his inhibitions out the window and let Derrek have him however he wanted.

A distinct rustling outside the window stopped them both, however.

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