Page 21 of Their Brazen Countess
Arthur bent down and drew up his trousers before closing them enough that they could walk through the house without utterly shocking any of the staff, should they run in to anyone. Quietly, they made their way through the townhouse and up the stairs, Linc’s heart hammering. Within moments he would be sunk so deep into this gorgeous man that—
They had just stepped inside Arthur’s bedchamber when his valet appeared. “Can I assist you with your—” The words ceased as he took in their shirtless states.
“No, thank you, Travers. We came up here in search of a…” Arthur seemed to draw a blank on why on earth the two men were approaching the master’s bedchamber.
“You’re sauced! We came to taste the particular bottle of whisky you keep in your room, remember?” Linc stepped around Arthur and chuckled a little.
“Yes.” Arthur recovered with a shy grin. “It’s a particularly good bottle. Travers, you may find your own bed when you are ready. I shall be fine on my own tonight.”
Travers looked slightly aggrieved at his dismissal. If he was anything like Linc’s valet, he was very particular about what happened to his master’s clothing when he removed them. Clearly knowing Arthur was likely to leave what few items he still wore strewn about at best, crumpled on the floor at worst, had the valet in an unhappy state.
Alone again, with the door of Arthur’s bedchamber firmly shut, Linc wasted no time in re-engaging where they’d left off. Lips and tongues tangled once more, he worked Arthur’s trousers back open and then down his thighs. Next went his underwear, which wholly impeded his progress in almost as annoying a fashion as a lady’s corset.
With Arthur stripped, Linc broke the kiss. “Grab the salve and climb on the bed.”
“Not yet.” Arthur reached for the front of Linc’s trousers and opened the first button.
Linc pushed his hands away. “If you touch my cock right now, I’ll not make it inside your tight arse and I really, really want to be inside you. So grab the bloody salve and get on the bed and do what you’re told.”
With a soft grunt of annoyance, Arthur went to his bedside table and pulled out a jar before being obedient and clambering onto the bed.
Satisfied his direction was being followed, Linc turned his focus to his own clothes and quickly shed them. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at Arthur’s well molded physique. The man was no athlete, but he was put together quite well, and his newly formed muscles were taking shape in a way that had been garnering Linc’s notice for the last couple of months. “On your hands and knees, please.”
The man rolled over and lifted into position, causing his muscles to flex and bunch.
Linc bit back a groan of delight.
“Please, fuck me, Linc. I need to feel something other than this misery.” Arthur’s voice had just enough of a pleading tone to push Linc’s desires harder.
Linc crawled on the bed behind him and took the globe of each cheek in his hands. “Do you know how long I’ve admired your arse? Wanted to sink into it?” He leaned over and bit one, causing Arthur to jerk at the unexpected nip.
“No, and I don’t bloody care at the moment. I need you. Now.” Arthur pushed back into Linc’s hands as though trying to urge him to get on with it.
“Arthur, slow down. This is your first time, isn’t it?” Linc needed to be sure. He suspected, but he needed to confirm. He had to make this good for Arthur.
“Y-Yes, but it doesn’t matter. I need you inside me,” Arthur urged, his voice rough with desire.
But Linc refused to rush. He planned to enjoy this moment, to linger in the connection; not just because it dulled the pain of their loss, but because he wanted Arthur in his own right. Even without Jo in their life, he still wanted the other man.
Slowly, he opened the jar and scooped some of the salve out. Taking the dollop, he dropped it between Arthur’s cheeks and then rubbed over the crinkled hole before he sank a finger inside. As the heat and tightness engulfed his digit, he doubted if he’d survive breaching Arthur’s arse without spilling early.
“Oh shit, Linc.” Arthur moaned.
“That’s just one finger, Arthur. There is so much more to come, so much more. Are you ready?”
Chapter Ten
Arthur’smindstutteredandstopped.A single finger?He felt so full.
“Arthur? Are you still with me?” Linc’s voice seemed to come from a long way away.
“Yes, God yes. I just—” Before he could form the next words, Linc pulled his finger out and sank what felt like four back in. “Bloody hell!”
Linc chuckled. “Breathe through it, my man. That’s only two fingers.”
Arthur took a deep breath and blew it out.Fuck. He had wanted Linc to fuck him. Got hard at the idea of it. But, holy hell, he had not been prepared for what it would feel like to take something—anything—up his arse.
Linc started gently working his fingers in and out and the discomfort morphed into a pleasurable fullness. Then he pulled out, but he must have opened his fingers, because the stretching and burning was back.
