Page 42 of The Ruin of a Rake
Julian narrowed his eyes. “I think you usually give people what they want. And, because you’re basically a hedonist with a broad range of tastes, you enjoy yourself perfectly well despite never articulating what you actually crave. Is that how things usually work for you? You just sort of drift into these situations and then drift through them?”
Courtenay was silent for a moment, as if he had never considered the matter in that light. “Well, yes?”
“There will be no drifting tonight. Now, tell me about what you require for your pleasure.”
“I require... Oh, kiss me, you maniacal bastard.”
Julian crawled up his body and by the time his lips were near Courtenay’s he was smiling too broadly to manage anything like a proper kiss. Instead he pressed his silly, uncooperative mouth to Courtenay’s and then buried his face in Courtenay’s neck.
“I’m glad you’re amused,” Courtenay said, but he had been smiling too. “But I still want that kiss.”
Julian lifted his head and kissed Courtenay fully, rewarding him for having said what he wanted. He bit Courtenay’s lip, then licked it, then thoroughly tasted Courtenay’s mouth, as if kissing was the point. That was what Courtenay had asked for, and so it was the point.
“Now what do you want?” he asked into Courtenay’s ear.
“Take off your clothes,” Courtenay said promptly, his voice low and raspy.
Julian complied, if a bit leisurely. He saw Courtenay’s eyes, black with desire, focused on his erection. He’d been hard since they walked in the door and now it was taking all his effort not to touch himself, so he gave his cock one lazy stroke. “What now?”
“Touch me. Please. Anywhere. I just want your hands on me.”
Julian lightly skimmed his fingers along Courtenay’s bound arms, enjoying the hardness of his biceps, then down his chest. He felt Courtenay’s body tense when he skimmed over his nipples, but he didn’t linger there because he wasn’t doing a damned thing that he wasn’t asked for. He rested his palms on Courtenay’s flat belly. “I wonder what I should do now.”
“May as well put your mouth on my cock if it’ll keep you from talking.” He must have read something of Julian’s intent on his face because he quickly added, “And don’t you even think about just kissing it or whatever torture you have in mind. Put it in your mouth, as much as you can, and suck it, as hard as you can. And use your tongue,” he added, as if an afterthought.
Two seconds later Julian had the head of Courtenay’s cock at the back of his throat and was following the man’s instructions to the letter. He was determined to give the best cocksucking performance of his life, to lavish every attention he could on Courtenay. He’d never be able to put into words what he was starting to feel for Courtenay, and even if he could he wouldn’t want to. But he could show him. He could use the tips of his fingers and the length of his tongue, and maybe Courtenay would know this was meant as an offering.
He only raised his head when he tasted the beginnings of saltiness on his tongue. Courtenay’s jaw was set and he was straining deliciously against his bindings.
“Is there anything else you’d like?” he asked innocently. It was taking all his self-control to keep his hands off his own prick, but he wanted to make it clear that his foremost goal was Courtenay’s own pleasure.
When Courtenay didn’t answer, Julian swung one of his legs off the bed as if he were going to leave the room.
“No! Oh, damn you. Touch my arse.”
“With my fingers or with my mouth?” Julian asked sweetly.
Courtenay groaned. “Fingers. This time. I can’t take the other right now.”
Julian spread Courtenay’s legs further apart and pushed his knees back, then returned his mouth to the damp, swollen head of his erection. He took only the tip in his mouth, sucking and kissing while slowly trailing his fingers lower. He paused for a moment at Courtenay’s bollocks, which were already drawn up tight. He gave them a gentle tug and heard Courtenay’s strangled groan. Then he brought his fingers lower and circled Courtenay’s entrance.
“Tell me if you like what I’m doing,” Julian said, raising his head. He needed to hear it.
“Yes. God. That feels good.” Courtenay’s voice was a thready rasp and it made Julian’s prick throb. “Keep touching me like that.”
And so, Julian did. He kept touching Courtenay as if it were the only thing he had to do in the world, because at the moment it was.
“Fuck me with your fingers.”
Julian smiled. Courtenay was getting the hang of this. Good. Julian licked his fingers, aware of Courtenay’s gaze intently on him. Then he slid the tip of one finger in, then the other, stretching and stroking, enjoying every quiver and sigh of Courtenay’s response. He knew when he had brushed against the spot he was seeking when Courtenay arched off the bed.
“There,” Courtenay groaned. “Keep touching me there.”
Julian sat back on his heels so he could watch but he didn’t stop moving his hand. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Just look at you.” Courtenay was trying not to writhe, but his fists were balled and his arms taut. Sweat beaded on his brow. He was desperate and wanting, and it was all for Julian.
“Come up here,” Courtenay said. “Please. But keep your fingers—yes!”
Julian stretched himself out over Courtenay, taking his mouth in a desperate kiss as their erections rubbed together. It was an awkward position but it would get the job done.
