Page 54 of To Defend a Damaged Duke
“Hair…oh.Oh.”Benedict’s voice turned inexplicably hoarse.“We…yes.I would do that gladly.I…” His speech faltered.Already, his prick felt more unyielding than a marble bust.“I…do believe there is not a drop of blood left in my head for thought.Hair oil.Yes, here.”
“Make good use of it.”Tommy’s eyes crinkled.“You must permit a new rule for the second-best hunting lodge.Just when you think you’ve added enough, add a little more.”He arched his hips up to meet Benedict’s, eliciting a shiver from deep in Benedict’s core.“I have not had a man inside me for many a year.And a duke, never.”
Tommy’s fingers, coated in hair oil, disappeared between his legs.With his other hand, he fondled himself.Benedict watched, torn between putting his fingers where Tommy showed him and mesmerised by Tommy doing it to himself.
“I have never seen or done…” Benedict moistened his lips.Tommy’s cock was as hard as his own.“Do you find that to be pleasurable, or is it merely essential?”
In answer, Tommy guided Benedict’s fingers into the shallow slippery divide.Then, relaxed and loose, he sank back into the pillows as Benedict copied what he’d seen.Tommy closed his eyes, shamelessly rolling his hips to greet every movement of Benedict’s fingers.His cock dribbled, darkening his fair curls.Tiny noises left his lips, pleased humming sounds that made Benedict’s spine tingle and his ballocks ache.
With his other hand, Benedict gave his cock a desperate squeeze.
“Now, my love.”Tommy’s voice sounded husky.He spread his legs impossibly wider.Benedict hesitated.
“I have…have seen dogs and…they turn like so, no?”
Tommy’s laugh was throaty and warm.“Yes.But we are not dogs, though I am panting for you like one.And we will turn.You shall take me every way, in every manner.But for now—” he shoved a pillow beneath him—“like this.So I can see you.”
Tommy’s legs gripped his back as Benedict lined himself against Tommy’s hole.And then, feeling as if he might burst, Benedict inched forwards.His body tingled and heated as if not only his cock, but the entirety of him plunged blindfolded into a hot, hidden world, like a wild seed burrowing deep into succulent earth.
“I have never, in my stormiest dreams, imagined you would feel like this,” Benedict gasped.
Tommy’s eyes were half-closed, his mouth pinched.Sweat glistened on his brow, and his fingernails bit into Benedict’s flesh.
Benedict instantly stilled.“I’m hurting you.”
“No…never,” Tommy puffed.“Just…ah.”His heels carved new dimples in Benedict’s back, his hips shifting under him.“You are stretching me wide.We are… Yes, that’s better.”
Around Benedict’s shaft, something softened, slipped, unlocked.Tommy’s lips parted on a low broken moan as, in a rush, Benedict slid deeper.His ballocks tightened; an inhuman gasp escaped him.Every fibre of his being screamed for him to plunder and ransack.
“That,” Tommy breathed shakily.“Just…stay…like that… That is perfect.”
Benedict’s skin, all of it, was taut as a bow string.He moaned again.He cursed.“I beg, Tommy, do not make that sound.Perfect—ah, how inadequate that word is—will be but a fleeting memory if you do.”
Tommy’s huff of laughter squeezed Benedict like a vice.A stream of curses burst from him.
“Also,” Benedict gasped again, “oh lord, there is another hunting lodge rule.One I shall pass immediately.Do not, with me here at the mercy of whatever you are doing to my prick, laugh again.I beg you.”
Predictably, things sped up a little after that.Amusement and discomfort vanished from Tommy’s eyes, replaced by a restless burning desire.He pushed up against Benedict, swallowing Benedict deeper still, shattering his last shred of control.With urgent need, Benedict thrust into his lover as his lover thrust back.Together, they drove towards release, whirling out beyond the boundaries drawn for them by others, beyond ones Benedict had drawn for himself.He poured his love into Tommy with every snap of his hips, feeling it returned, hearing it sighing in every harsh breath.
Tommy’s hand pumped between them as his white throat heaved.And then he shuddered his release, his channel clenching and unclenching around Benedict until he, too, was spilling, hot and endless and—
“I…ah…yes…” Benedict managed, collapsing on his lover like a weighted blanket.A very weighted blanket.And he stayed that way.
*
“I MAY HAVElost a few moments in time,” Benedict observed a while later.
Under him, Tommy huffed a laugh, the movement causing Benedict to slither from inside.Wincing, Tommy brought his legs down.
“You are sore,” Benedict stated, alarmed.He lifted his bulk away from him.“I was too rough.”
“No,” Tommy shook his head in protest.“You were…you have nothing to compare yourself to, but you are…dominant in your lovemaking.”Blowing a cool gust of air through pursed lips, he wiped the back of his hand across his damp forehead, then brought his hand to his nose.“Your scent is everywhere.Even my sweat contains traces of you.”
“That is a good thing?”
Tommy brought him down for a kiss.“An excellent thing, my love.For me.”
Benedict liked the word ‘dominant’.Perhaps lovemaking would become the only area of his life where he strongly excelled.Perhaps he could become expert in caring for this man; God knows very few ever had.
