Page 27 of Their Brazen Countess
Arthur moved to lean against the chair with his cigar still unlit in his hand. “Strip for me, Linc.”
The vibration in Linc’s limbs became a full-on quiver as he stood up, excitement thrumming through him. He commenced removing his clothing, letting Arthur watch.
His lover spoke. “I watched you from across various ballrooms for weeks, all the while wishing your clothing to perdition.”
“It was too bad you kept your distance for so long.” Linc let one brow lift, punctuating his rebuke. “But I suppose this more imposing version of you may be my recompense for all that silent suffering.”
Arthur barked out a laugh. “When have you ever been silent about a bloody thing?”
Linc flashed a smile, the devil inside him rearing its head. “I bit my tongue bloody every time I stood there watching you sweep some chit around the ballroom while I wished— we could be alone again.” He removed his shirt and tossed it over the chair. He cursed himself mentally for the near emotional slip. Arthur was right, he needed to hold himself back or he would be hurt. “I most certainly kept my lascivious thoughts to myself as I remembered how it felt to fall to my knees and suck your cock. I most definitely did not share with anyone how I wished it was you’re your hand wrapped around me when I lay in bed alone stroking my cock.”
Arthur cursed as he set his unlit cigar down and closed the distance between them just as Linc dropped his last bit of clothing to the floor. Their mouths fused as their tongues met and tangled. A low moan escaped from him as Arthur gripped his cock and stroked, though he managed to maintain enough focus to work the buttons on Arthur’s waistcoat. Once he had that open Linc pushed it off his shoulders, momentarily disrupting the maddening stroke of the hand on his cock. Then he unfastened his lover’s trousers and pushed them past his hips. With Arthur’s cock freed, Linc dropped to his knees and took him hungrily in his mouth.
He relished the way Arthur filled his mouth, pushing into his throat; the way Arthur thrust in and out, taking him as his hand sank into his hair. It was highly erotic and made him want to take more.
But then Arthur withdrew. “I have plans that do not include my coming down your throat—not tonight.”
Linc smiled. He sincerely hoped Arthur’s plan aligned with his own needs, but he supposed he’d live if they didn’t.
“On the bed, on your elbows and knees.” Arthur’s directions were crisp, but held a hint of the strain it was causing him to shift their positions.
Linc complied, lowering his head and elbows to the mattress as he waited for Arthur to join him.
He didn’t wait for long before he felt the heat of Arthur closing in behind him. His balls drew up in anticipation as he waited for a touch. Any touch.
Then he felt it. The soft caress of a fingertip as it traced between his arse cheeks. He took a shallow breath and savored the gentle touch, the way his entrance clenched in need.
The finger returned, this time cool with salve as his lover pushed past the tight ring of his muscle. Linc quivered with pleasure as Arthur’s digit slowly sank inside him. It was wonderful, wonderful and not nearly enough.
But patience would serve his ends far better than trying to hurry the man.
“I love the way your heat engulfs my finger. It makes me crave that same sensation around my cock.” Arthur’s voice was raspy, as if he hadn’t spoken in months.
“Yes,” Linc hissed in response.God, he wanted that, too.
Arthur chuckled and withdrew his finger before pushing back inside Linc with what felt like a second finger. Once deep inside him, Linc spread his two fingers, causing the ring of muscle to stretch, pulling out, stretching him wider and wider. The burn was delicious and had Linc whimpering in pleasure. When he pushed back in, it was with yet another finger. He moaned as he took them and still craved more.
“That’s it. Open for me,” Arthur murmured as he worked them in and out.
“Please,” Linc groaned. “I need you inside me. Need to feel you—you filling me up. Stretching me.”
“Fuck,” Arthur cursed as he pulled his fingers free of Linc’s body. “I wanted to take my time with you, but now all I can think about is being inside of you.”
Linc felt the pressure of Arthur’s cock as he pressed against his rear entrance. His body stretched, the burning sensation melding into the pleasure as the darkly handsome man slid inside him. Did precisely as he’d asked. “God yes!”
Arthur thrust his hips, thrusting in and out of Linc and causing the most delicious friction. Then he pushed deep on random strokes, hitting that spot deep inside him that caused fireworks to spark.
That deep penetration, combined with the feel of Arthur’s big hands gripping his hips as he plunged inside him, had Linc fighting for control. He didn’t want this to be over too soon. He wanted to revel in the sensations this man stirred deep within him. He wanted to feel this forever.
“So tight, Linc.” Arthur growled. “So. Hot. Around. My. Cock.” Each word was punctuated by a deep sudden advance.
“I haven’t”—Linc gasped, going the words could change everything—“been fucked since you.”
Arthur groaned behind him and thrust harder—and on a powerful stroke, Linc exploded. He came hard and long as Arthur reached around to stroke his cock for him. With the last of his pleasure being wrung from him, he fought to stay up on his knees.
Only then did Arthur set up a fast pace, pounding into him until his own orgasm came in a shout of pleasure. Finally, they collapsed onto the bed in a heap of limbs.
“My god I missed you—this, I mean,” Arthur murmured as he remained buried in Linc’s arse.
