Page 39 of The Devil Himself
“Mmm.” Rys moved against him, hips rocking, and he stroked Luc firmly, making him squirm on the fine bedclothes.
Luc did as he was bid, even though he was as distracted as a man could be, with that hand pulling on him. He stroked Rys’s chest, then his belly, tugging at the much finer hair that led in a trail down to disappear into Rys’s breeches.
He tugged at the fall of said trous. “Off.”
“Demanding.”
“Very. Clearly, I feel better.” He wanted to see Rys. All of him.
Rys stripped out of the rest of his coffee-stained clothing, struggling a bit with his boots. Once a gentleman, always one, he thought. Rys was used to having a valet, just as he was.
Once they were both naked, he touched Rys’s cock, and it was as if Rys had been hit by lightning. His body bowed, his breath leaving him with a grunt, and Luc smiled.
He felt immensely powerful.
Rys’s silvery gaze fixed on him, the darker ring around the outside threatening to meet the dilated pupils. “I want you, love.”
“You can have me.” He hardly knew what he was offering, but Luc would give Rys anything in this moment.
“Do you have any idea what you’re giving me when you say that?”
Luc wiggled, trying to get Rys to touch him again. “I’ll take it.”
“Oh, Luc.” Rys groaned it, closing his eyes for a moment, his cock seeming to swell in Luc’s hand even more. “I know you had relations with your wife. But you’ve never seen how one man may take another, have you?”
His cheeks heated until they were nearly painful. “I have seen engravings.”
“Ah.” Rys cupped his cheek in one hand. “And is this something you wish to try?”
“With you? Yes.” He would grab this chance and take it and not look back. He knew it might actually hurt like a man taking a woman for the first time, but he also trusted Rys.
“Then lie down on your back and spread your legs, Luc.”
He took a deep breath, staring at Rys, afraid he might break and run. But then he did as he was told, pressing back against the pillows, feet planted, knees bent so he could spread his legs wide.
Rys stared at him for a long moment, eyes dark, lips parted. Then he slid his hands up along Luc’s shins to his knees, pushing them out to the sides. “My God, you are stunning.”
“I feel a bit exposed,” Luc said, trying for a smile.
“You are, but I would never do anything to hurt you, Luc. I swear it.”
“I know that.” Luc reached out to him, hands grasping, and he leaned down to take a kiss, letting Luc slide those hands up over his shoulders to his neck to hold him in place.
He needed some reassurance. And Rys gave it as he pushed into place between Luc’s spread legs, letting his weight be acomfort to Luc, allowing him to get used to the feeling of them together.
“Mmmm.” Luc kissed Rys over and over, and it became a haze of amazing heat and pressure and the scent of them together, their bodies moving slowly one against the other, rocking, rubbing.
Finally, panting, Rys pulled away to grab the oil on the table beside the bed. “Are you ready for this, love?”
Luc looked from Rys’s hand to his face, then nodded, choosing to trust.
So Rys took Luc at his silent word and prepared Luc with great care. One finger first, then two, stretching him as gently as he could. Luc could tell the need was riding Rys deeply, but he remained ever gentle.
And when Luc was moaning, tossing his head, and making demands, Rys pulled free so he could slick up his cock, the simple act so unbearably erotic to see that Luc shook.
Rys placed the head of his cock at Luc’s wet entrance, and then he was thrusting into that fiery heat, grunting as soon as he was in and stilling completely.
Luc grabbed his ass, pulling, impatient for more. “Rys. Don’t stop!”
