gasped when his mouth was suddenly free, then he moaned when deft fingertips found his glans through his linen and squeezed that sensitive tip with particular skill.
“No, friend, not our Lord, just ‘Jamie.’” His new friend laughed, still continuing his divine ministrations.
Charlie was overcome. Still grasping Jamie’s lapels, he threw back his head, bumping it on the rough masonry of the wall yet barely registering the momentary pain. His knees buckled, and he slumped, his back pressed to the damp brickwork. Biting his lips, he fought to suppress his cries, his hips flaunting forward following Jamie’s teasing, tugging fingers.
“Do you like that, sir?” A redundant question, the impudent honorific, and Jamie’s low laughter only added to the sweet sensations.
“Yes, oh God, yes I do!” Charlie tossed his head against the bricks, aware of the ever-present sooty grime of the city soiling his hair. “My name is Charles…Charlie…oh hell and damnation man, that’s wonderful…oh God!”
“But we’ve only just begun, Charlie,” breathed Jamie, then he stabbed in with another deep kiss, before nibbling on Charlie’s lower lip. “Shall we let the rampant beast see the air now?”
Reality suddenly pierced the hot, sensual haze. Charlie struggled for sanity, for sobriety, and tried to pull away, even though the denying words still eluded him.
But Jamie would not be gainsaid. He squeezed yet harder on the tip of Charlie’s organ, the fleeting moment of cruelty like heaven to a man of Charlie’s sensibilities.
“Oh no, you don’t, sir.” The husky voice was playful yet menacing, “I want a good look at this nice little toy.”
“Not so little, I’ll thank you,” growled Charlie, finding his backbone from somewhere.
“Indeed,” said Jamie, his deft fingers working on the buttons of Charlie’s trousers…and then his linens.
Charlie gasped as the cooler air of the garden night hit his cock. Jamie eased him out of the aperture in his clothing, and he could almost imagine his flesh steaming, hot and hard as an iron bar.
“Fine…very fine indeed,” murmured Jamie, his hand settling upon it.
At first he just held Charlie, his large yet nimble fingers lightly curled as he kissed Charlie’s face in little nips and dabs and busses. It was a delicate exploration, all the more stirring for the intimate hold down below. Charlie wanted to scream at Jamie to pump him.
“Steady, Charlie my boy, steady on.” Jamie’s smile was saturnine as he pulled back a little, staring into Charlie’s eyes, his own hooded and sultry as a finger drummed hither and thither, light and taunting. “I’m not ready for you to spend all over me…at least not yet. You have to earn your satisfaction, my fine lad.”
Luscious fear coiled in Charlie’s gut. He thought of practices performed in certain discreet houses and his organ stiffened harder at the thought, jumping in his lover’s hand.
“You’re a naughty fellow, aren’t you?” purred Jamie, his raw tone revealing his country origins. Despite his desperate state, Charlie felt a rush of warmth, remembering happy times at Westerlynne. “But I’m not doing it all for you, Charlie my lad. Not tonight…” He reached for Charlie’s hand and folded it around his very own flesh.
Blood burned in Charlie’s face and in the hard rod between his fingers. Dark pleasure surged at the thought of exhibiting his private technique. His fingers shook as they fumbled and slid, and his head felt as light as if he’d supped a quart of brandy on top of the several snifters he’d already consumed in addition to champagne.
But the thought of his debts and troubles was all but forgotten, and when Jamie’s hands finally strayed to his own trouser buttons, Charlie didn’t have a remaining care in the whole wide world.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Indecent Proposal
“MISS BEA! MISS BEA ! Wake up!”
Sleep had Beatrice in its grip. Holding her down deep, it wouldn’t be
“No, friend, not our Lord, just ‘Jamie.’” His new friend laughed, still continuing his divine ministrations.
Charlie was overcome. Still grasping Jamie’s lapels, he threw back his head, bumping it on the rough masonry of the wall yet barely registering the momentary pain. His knees buckled, and he slumped, his back pressed to the damp brickwork. Biting his lips, he fought to suppress his cries, his hips flaunting forward following Jamie’s teasing, tugging fingers.
“Do you like that, sir?” A redundant question, the impudent honorific, and Jamie’s low laughter only added to the sweet sensations.
“Yes, oh God, yes I do!” Charlie tossed his head against the bricks, aware of the ever-present sooty grime of the city soiling his hair. “My name is Charles…Charlie…oh hell and damnation man, that’s wonderful…oh God!”
“But we’ve only just begun, Charlie,” breathed Jamie, then he stabbed in with another deep kiss, before nibbling on Charlie’s lower lip. “Shall we let the rampant beast see the air now?”
Reality suddenly pierced the hot, sensual haze. Charlie struggled for sanity, for sobriety, and tried to pull away, even though the denying words still eluded him.
But Jamie would not be gainsaid. He squeezed yet harder on the tip of Charlie’s organ, the fleeting moment of cruelty like heaven to a man of Charlie’s sensibilities.
“Oh no, you don’t, sir.” The husky voice was playful yet menacing, “I want a good look at this nice little toy.”
“Not so little, I’ll thank you,” growled Charlie, finding his backbone from somewhere.
“Indeed,” said Jamie, his deft fingers working on the buttons of Charlie’s trousers…and then his linens.
Charlie gasped as the cooler air of the garden night hit his cock. Jamie eased him out of the aperture in his clothing, and he could almost imagine his flesh steaming, hot and hard as an iron bar.
“Fine…very fine indeed,” murmured Jamie, his hand settling upon it.
At first he just held Charlie, his large yet nimble fingers lightly curled as he kissed Charlie’s face in little nips and dabs and busses. It was a delicate exploration, all the more stirring for the intimate hold down below. Charlie wanted to scream at Jamie to pump him.
“Steady, Charlie my boy, steady on.” Jamie’s smile was saturnine as he pulled back a little, staring into Charlie’s eyes, his own hooded and sultry as a finger drummed hither and thither, light and taunting. “I’m not ready for you to spend all over me…at least not yet. You have to earn your satisfaction, my fine lad.”
Luscious fear coiled in Charlie’s gut. He thought of practices performed in certain discreet houses and his organ stiffened harder at the thought, jumping in his lover’s hand.
“You’re a naughty fellow, aren’t you?” purred Jamie, his raw tone revealing his country origins. Despite his desperate state, Charlie felt a rush of warmth, remembering happy times at Westerlynne. “But I’m not doing it all for you, Charlie my lad. Not tonight…” He reached for Charlie’s hand and folded it around his very own flesh.
Blood burned in Charlie’s face and in the hard rod between his fingers. Dark pleasure surged at the thought of exhibiting his private technique. His fingers shook as they fumbled and slid, and his head felt as light as if he’d supped a quart of brandy on top of the several snifters he’d already consumed in addition to champagne.
But the thought of his debts and troubles was all but forgotten, and when Jamie’s hands finally strayed to his own trouser buttons, Charlie didn’t have a remaining care in the whole wide world.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Indecent Proposal
“MISS BEA! MISS BEA ! Wake up!”
Sleep had Beatrice in its grip. Holding her down deep, it wouldn’t be
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