Darker Than Love by Kristina Lloyd

implored, cupping his groin and rubbing gently. ‘Please.’
    Gabriel’s phallus, only recently stirred by his thoughts of the raven-haired girl, responded quickly to her touch. His shaft twitched and swelled and he pressed himself against Lucy’s palm. She murmured her approval of his burgeoning erection and Gabriel, noting the gleeful spark in her eyes, smiled to himself. No doubt she was working on her principle that a man’s mind is ruled by his prick. Well, if she wanted to play that game, he was happy to oblige. The pleasures Lucy afforded him were often welcome.
    ‘I would need an awful lot of persuasion,’ he said in a low, suggestive tone.
    ‘Would you indeed,’ she purred, raising her mouth to his.
    Their tongues entwined and she pressed her yielding bosom to his lean, muscular chest. Rubbing herself against him, she planted a series of flirtatious kisses on his neck.
    ‘Do you have an engagement Tuesday next?’ she enquired. ‘If not, then I could arrange dinner.’ She moulded the broadcloth of his trousers to the hard, straining ridge and stroked along its length.
    ‘Try a little harder, Lucy,’ he mocked. ‘It’s going to take a deal more than your fingers playing about my crotch to persuade me.’
    ‘Oh, but I intend more,’ murmured Lucy. She dropped to her knees and nuzzled against his imprisoned cock. ‘Much more.’ Her delicate fingers worked on his fly then pushed beyond to unbutton his drawers. ‘Let me pleasure you, Gabriel. In return, I ask no favours, only a promise from you to dine at my house. Soon.’
    Gabriel was silent, relishing the coolness of the hand which slipped into the vent of his garments. Lucy released him, her small fingers curling around the veined column of his prick. The smooth, silky skin moved beneath her caress and her breath wafted, softand warm, over the rosy head. A droplet of clear liquid seeped from the tiny eye and hung there, glistening.
    His stiffened penis jerked eagerly, seeking out the promise offered by Lucy’s parted lips. Gently, she licked away the shimmering bead of his desire. She teased the glossy acorn tip, skimming its wrinkled collar and fretting the fine membrane beneath. Then the warm, moist cavern of her mouth enveloped him.
    Gabriel moaned faintly. His glans nudged deep as, with steady luxury, her lips moved wetly along his engorged staff. Her tongue lashed and an exploring hand reached into his loosened clothes. She hammocked the tight, wrinkled purse of his balls and stroked the pad of flesh behind with teasing fingers.
    A rush of sensation filled Gabriel’s cock and he closed his eyes. Unbidden, an image came into his mind of the Embankment girl kneeling before him. For a brief moment the fluttering lips, sucking him closer to his peak, were hers. Tension quivered in his thighs and a guttural rasp sounded in his throat.
    At once, Lucy withdrew. She made a tourniquet with her fingers and thumb, and squeezed back his climax.
    ‘Damn it,’ cursed Gabriel through gritted teeth. His thoughts had wandered, allowing him to forget the truth of his situation. He wasn’t being pleasured at all; he was being bargained with.
    ‘Well?’ asked Lucy sweetly. ‘Do I hear you accepting the invitation?’
    Gabriel gave no answer. His cock throbbed with insistent pressure and he craved fulfilment, but he was loath to yield so easily. If Lucy was so desirous of his company, then she would have to work a little harder to secure it.
    ‘It’s only dinner,’ she chided, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. ‘And perhaps a touch of light flirtation. Nothing you’re unaccustomed to.’
    ‘I’m unaccustomed to virgins,’ he retorted, but his voice lacked the determined note of earlier.
    ‘So,’ began Lucy, her tongue flicking over the flushed head of his penis, ‘you are to refuse my kind offer?’ She circled her fingers about his thick root. ‘Such a pity,’ she murmured. ‘Such a beautiful young woman, with so much to