Page 53 of Vanquished By A Viscount
“He did,” Charlie answered grimly, turning bright pink. “Though not as brazenly as that.”
“No, Howard is wicked, but he is discreet,” Gray said, his blood pumping harder. Him and Charlie and Howard in bedtogether was an intriguing idea…that he should in no way be considering at that moment.
He shook his head and stepped closer to Charlie, resting a hand on the side of his face. “I do not know what you think of me anymore, but I am tired of the sins of the past coming between us,” he said. “I am weary with the mistakes we have both made. I do not want to think of any of it anymore. All I want is you, you and I, together in every way imaginable.”
Charlie let out a heavy breath, leaning closer to him. “What if we are not enough for each other?” he asked. “What if everything we had was merely a moment seven years ago, when we were both young and naïve. So much has changed since then.”
“So much has,” Gray agreed, sliding an arm around Charlie’s waist to pull their bodies flush together. Despite Charlie’s worry, he could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against his. “We are both older and wiser now,” he said. “But that means that after floundering and false starts, we know what we each want now far more clearly than before. And I want you.”
He slanted his mouth over Charlie’s in a kiss that was far less desperate than their earlier kiss, but much deeper and more heartfelt. He did want Charlie. Seven years of throwing himself around and enjoying pleasure without affection with men like Howard and the lads on the Continent was more than enough to teach him that.
“I want you,” Charlie whispered between kisses, drawing Gray towards his bed. A clap of thunder sounded in the distance that made the moment all the more thrilling. “I’ve always wanted you,” Charlie continued, fumbling with the buttons at the front of Gray’s jacket. “You may have sampled the delicacies of Europe, but you’re the only sweet I’ve ever wanted to consume and make part of me.”
Gray moaned at the beauty and eloquence of those words and worked to get Charlie out of his clothes as quickly as possible.“You’re the only man I’ve ever loved,” he gasped between clumsy kisses. “You are the only man I will ever love.”
The back of his legs hit the side of his bed, and words were suddenly pointless. He and Charlie kissed and pulled at each other’s clothes, the drumming of the rain and the nearing thunder firing their blood as much as the scent of skin and sweat and the taste of salt as they explored each other.
As soon as they were finally divested of all their clothing, they tumbled onto the bed together. Gray couldn’t get enough of the feel of Charlie’s body under his or the taste of his skin as they two of them tangled, touching and rubbing against each other. It was desperate and inelegant, as if they were young men exploring each other for the first time, no idea what they were doing. Pleasure pulsed so intensively through Gray that he gasped as soon as Charlie wrapped a hand around his hot, hard cock and had to squeeze his eyes shut and concentrate not to come.
“Wait, wait,” he panted. “I’m too close.”
“So am I,” Charlie confessed, rolling to the side. He splayed on his back for a moment, the perfect picture of arousal, chest heaving as his rigid cock stood up against his belly, its tip leaking.
The picture did nothing to slow down Gray’s desire. It spurred him on, forcing him to call upon every bit of his willpower to restrain himself. He bought himself a few seconds of distraction as he pushed himself up and scrambled to the side of the bed so that he could fetch the jar of grease he’d left discreetly on the table beside the bed.
“You’ve no idea how gorgeous you are right now,” he said, his breath ragged and heavy. He moved back to Charlie and straddled his thighs before Charlie could sit up or reach for him. “You always were the picture of eroticism when you were rampant like this.”
Charlie grinned, then laughed. “And you are not?” he asked, grasping Gray’s hips and tugging him forward.
Gray imagined what he must have looked like to Charlie, straddling him as he was, cock protruding eagerly, skin flushed and dewy. Charlie’s hands traveled up from Gray’s hips, stroking his sides and sliding over his chest so that his fingers could play with his nipples. It was such a simple, adoring touch, but it had Gray breathing hard and his cock dripping with precum.
Charlie noticed and stroked his hands down over Gray’s belly so that he could cup Gray’s balls with one hand while wrapping his other around Gray’s length. The touch was so sensual that Gray jerked into Charlie’s hand with a groan before he could remind himself to slow down lest he rush the moment to its end.
“I need you inside me,” he panted, pulling the cork from the jar in his hands and carelessly tossing it aside. “I need you to stretch me and fill me with your seed.”
“Yes,” Charlie said as thunder rolled outside.
Gray rushed to spread some of the grease over his hole, pressing some inside, then using more to slick Charlie’s cock. He dropped the jar once he no longer needed it, not caring if it spilled across his bedcovers, though Charlie caught it and stopped it from doing that by finding the cork and sticking it back in. Once that was done, Gray moved to where he needed to be and held Charlie’s cock up with one hand, reaching behind him to part his cheeks with the other before lowering himself onto the tip.
Once he was certain of things, he bore down, groaning and rolling his eyes back as Charlie’s tip pushed through his ring of muscle and inside of him. The stretch and burn was exquisite, and as soon as he was firmly seated, Charlie gripped his hip with one hand and started to move with him.
The storm outside was the perfect accompaniment to their coupling. Gray started slow at first, adjusting until he found theright angle that would stimulate his prostate. Once he found that, he braced himself over Charlie and started to move with desperate need.
Charlie made a sound of approval that quickly turned wild as he bucked and thrust into Gray. Whatever mistakes and miscalculations they’d made with each other during the day, they hit a perfect accord with each other as they jerked and thrust together. When Charlie wrapped a slicked hand around Gray’s cock and began to pump, Gray knew it was all over.
He came with a roar as lightning struck somewhere very close outside the bedroom window. It felt like it struck the perfect place within him, sending a torrent of cum spilling across Charlie’s belly and chest. Charlie growled as it hit him and moved more insistently before gripping Gray’s hips with both hands hard enough to leave bruises and making a sound like his soul was leaving him.
They clung to the moment as long as they could, rocking together long after they were both spent. Gray didn’t want it to end, even though he was oversensitive and drooping. He stayed joined with Charlie as long as his strength would hold out, and as soon as Charlie slipped out of him and rolled him to his back, pinning him under him, he grabbed onto Charlie’s hair so he could kiss him until he didn’t have the energy for it anymore.
It was perfect and scintillating. Gray couldn’t get enough of Charlie’s kisses, even as his eyes began to droop with exhaustion. The two of them might have had a world of problems between the two of them, but they were meant to be together, Gray knew it. He wanted Charlie like he’d never wanted anyone before. He loved him.
“I love you,” he gasped, forcing his drowsy eyes open so he could look straight at Charlie and say it. “I really love you.”
Charlie looked startled, then pleased, then dipped down to kiss Gray so passionately that Gray thought he might lose his mind. It was so perfect, everything he’d ever wanted.
When the kiss was over and Charlie raised himself above Gray, he gusted out, “I love you?—”
“Fire!” The tender moment was interrupted by one of the servants shouting in the hallway. “Fire! Fire!” Gray was suddenly alert, and Charlie snapped his head to stare at the bedroom door. “The gamekeeper’s cottage was struck by lightning,” the servant continued to shout as he raced past Gray’s door. “It’s on fire, and Lady Felcourt is trapped inside!”
