Page 66 of Enemies with an Earl
Sam
Sam’sgazesweptoverBentley’s face—jaw taut, lips pressed so tight the corners of his mouth twitched…the opposite of what he should be if he was being wrung out the way Sam wanted him to be. Sam slowed and ground his hips into Bentley. Something darkened in the man’s gaze, melting, amber lashes fanning low. But in the next breath, it was gone, all tension back in place. And not the good kind of tension.
“Are you all right?” Sam asked, grinding his hips again, trying to recreate whatever had caused that small flash of pleasure. Every lover was different, and Sam was nothing if not determined to always ensure his partner was completely satisfied. He’d uncover what made Bentley tick, what made him lose control.
God, the manneededto lose control. It couldn’t be good for the man’s health, carrying around the weight of obligation he’d placed on his shoulders. His family. His estates. The organization Sam had found out Bentley was a part of… The man was looking out for everyone but himself.
Bentley nodded. “Quite well.”
Sam snorted and fell atop Bentley, breaking into a fit of chuckles. He lifted his head and caught Bentley’s amber gaze. “Quite well? What are we—visiting with each other at Whites? Are you not enjoying this? Because we can try something different.” Sam went to pull back, but Bentley’s hands jerked out and wrapped around Sam’s upper arms, freezing him in place.
“No. Don’t stop. This is fine. I promise.”
“Fine? Shagging should never befine.” Sam shook off Bentley’s grasp and slid from the man. He ran his hands up and down Bentley’s thighs, gaze locked on Bentley’s, searching those burnt-honey irises. Sam would make this good for him. He’d said he wanted this pompous lord moaning his name—and the reasons behind that desire might have shifted—but he was still very much determined to make it happen. “You’re not relaxing. I need you to relax.”
“I’m trying,” Bentley said through clenched teeth.
Sam winged a brow while kneading the man’s muscular thighs. “Yes, because that stiff, tight tone was oh-so convincing.” Sam let his fingers trail up over the man’s taut abdomen, then he groaned softly. “God, your body is exquisite.” He leaned forward until his mouth landed on those delineated muscles. He dragged his lips down, letting his tongue trace the dips and hollows, reveling in the twitch and squirm of the pretty lord beneath him.
Bentley was clearly in his head. So, all Sam needed to do was distract him enough to finally let go. He nuzzled his nose into the dip where Bentley’s hip met his thigh, a happy purr leaving him as the scent of musk and man filled his senses. Sam knew one thing this starched lord liked.
Sam pushed the man’s thighs wider and slid a finger to the man’s arse. He circled Bentley’s hole, and just as before, the man instantly tensed. But Sam kept leisurely circling, straying slightly away before coming back again, but never entering. Tease and deny. He’d get this man so worked up, the only thing that overthinking brain could focus on was raw need.
And then there was the shift Sam was looking for. Bentley relaxed, a light trembling starting up in his thighs, and every time Sam coasted near the man’s hole, Bentley’s hips canted, a small plea for more. Sam wanted him aching from the emptiness, desperate to be filled. Bentley’s previously flagging cock twitched, thickening.Yes.A low groan of triumph fled Sam’s lips, and he licked his way from base to tip before wrapping his lips around the crown. He glanced beneath his lashes at Bentley and caught the man’s heavy-lidded gaze. There it was. Lust-drunk.
Not dropping Bentley’s gaze, Sam swallowed him down and finally slid a finger inside. A shuddering breath fled Bentley’s full lips, that gorgeous body following Sam as he pulled his fingers back. Needy, begging for more.
Bentley’s cock grew thick and heavy against Sam’s tongue. And what a reward that was. All the sweeter because it hadn’t come easily. Sam hummed his appreciation, drawing a needy hitch from Bentley’s throat. Sam sank two fingers inside, slowly increasing speed, slowly increasing depth. His gaze never left the man’s face, watching for every minute sign of pleasure. Lids lowering. Jaw softening. Breath catching. Each time he fed Bentley more, more fingers, faster thrusts, until he finally had the man a gasping, squirming desperate mess.
Sam pulled off, content with the fact that Bentley was finally letting himself go. He ran an approving hand over Bentley’s hip, loving the way he sank down on Sam’s fingers as Sam thrust them inside.
“Atta boy,” he crooned softly. “Look at you. Fucking yourself on my fingers.”
Bentley’s eyes fluttered shut, lips parting on a pant. His flushed, freckled chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. It wasn’t the first time Sam had noticed Bentley seemed to enjoy a bit of licentious conversation in bed. Fortunately, Sam was nothing if not good at running his mouth.
He leaned over Bentley, settling on his forearm, face hovering above Bentley’s. “I can feel you clenching on me. So greedy for me.”
Bentley’s eyes snapped open, pretty amber irises nearly swallowed whole by lust. Sam massaged slowly until his fingers skimmed that sensitive bundle of nerves. Bentley’s hands flew to Sam’s lower-back, blunt fingernails biting into his flesh.
A wicked smirk curled Sam’s lips, and he thrust his fingers leisurely, purposely avoiding that spot. “I know exactly what you need,” he whispered. He let his fingers coast over the spot again, and Bentley’s back arched, a low moan fleeing him. “Beautiful.” Sam’s heart tripped in his chest. Because he meant it. In so many ways.
Bentley’s gaze found Sam’s again, and Sam finally gave the man what he needed. He picked up the speed of his fingers, pegging the spot he knew would have Bentley falling apart. “That’s it. Be a good boy and fuck my fingers. Show me how much that pretty body wants me.”
A guttural noise ripped from Bentley’s throat, his mouth slack, not an ounce of tension in his flushed, freckled face.
“So bloody pretty,” Sam praised. “Those noises will be the death of me. I want them seared into my brain.” He ground his cock into Bentley’s hip. “Fuck,”Sam hissed. “See what you do to me? When you let go and just feel. It’s mesmerizing, finally seeing the untamed man you keep leashed.”
Amber irises pleaded with Sam, pleaded with him to put him out of the blissful agony. Sam understood all too well. He glanced down to where Bentley’s cock was swollen and leaking. Bentley was exactly where Sam needed him. He dragged his lips over Bentley’s neck, and Bentley stretched to the side, giving Sam better access.
“Mmm,” Sam hummed as he traveled up to Bentley’s ear. “I think you’re ready now. Are you finally going to take my cock like a good boy?” Sam lifted and locked eyes with Bentley. He might be teasing with his words, but he meant the sentiment behind them. He let the solemnity sink into his tone. “Are you ready now, Bentley?”
“Felix,” he said breathlessly.
Everything inside Sam went soft. “Felix.”
A tremor shook Felix’s frame, and he nodded his assent.
“Words,” Sam whispered. He wanted complete surety.
