The Sinners Club by Kate Pearce

Simon’s grin was as disarming as it was unexpected. “As I said, it gets very lonely out here in the wilds of Lincolnshire sometimes. Will you strip for me too?”
    Jack pulled his shirt over his head. “Naturally. As I said, I usually sleep naked.” He stepped out of his breeches and small-clothes and took off his stockings. “Now you.”
    Simon followed suit, baring his well-muscled chest and arms to Jack’s appreciative gaze. “You are very well made, Mr. Picoult.”
    â€œAs are you, Mr. Smith.”
    Jack rubbed his stomach. “Unfortunately, at my age I am going to seed.”
    â€œDon’t say seed.” Simon fell to his knees in front of Jack and kissed his way across from Jack’s hipbone to the very tip of his cock. “Don’t say it unless I can sample it.”
    â€œBe my guest. We have all night. I can wait to have you for a little while longer.”
    Simon circled his tongue around Jack’s wet crown, gently easing down the foreskin to expose the whole of the throbbing, heated head. He licked up the pre-cum, swirling it over his lips as if tasting the finest brandy.
    â€œI’ve missed this. I never thought I would.”
    Jack slid his fingers into the other man’s thick auburn hair and pressed his cock hard against Simon’s lips. “Take me inside. Take my seed, suck me dry.”
    Simon’s groan of compliance vibrated against Jack’s shaft, making his hips thrust forward until he filled Simon’s mouth and he began sucking. Jack tightened his grip in his hair, shuddering as his companion wrapped his arm around his hip, his hand palming Jack’s arse, and pulled him in closer.
    To his surprise, his climax was just as quick and explosive as the first one and Simon took every drop, swallowing him down and then licking him clean. It had been a long time for Jack too. He’d forgotten the power of a man’s mouth on him, the struggle for dominance and the lack of need for caution with a strong male body that equaled his own.
    He reached down, drew Simon to his feet, and led him over to the vast bed.
    â€œLie down on your back.”
    â€œIf that is your pleasure, Mr. Smith.”
    â€œIt is.” Simon’s cock was still hard and Jack studied it with lascivious intent. “You may call me Jack if you wish.”
    â€œJack and not John?”
    â€œNever John.” He blew softly on the other man’s crown. “I prefer Jack. Now place your hands behind your head, and don’t touch me until I give you leave.”
    Simon instantly obeyed, his breathing ragged, the taut muscles of his abdomen gleaming with exertion. Jack knelt on the bed and trailed his fingers over his companion’s nipples until they tightened. He kissed his way down over the hard chest and concave stomach, pausing to bite and nip at a jutting hipbone and the concave arch of the muscle below. He paused only long enough to check the drawers next to the bed, and found a vial of unscented oil, which he carefully uncorked.
    â€œSpread your legs.”
    Jack crawled between them and studied the upthrust of Simon’s big, thick cock, which was surrounded by dark auburn hair. Droplets of pre-cum slid down his shaft shining in the candlelight.
    â€œImpressive.”
    â€œThank you.”
    Jack slid a pillow under Simon’s buttocks, raising his hips slightly, and moved closer, one finger now coated with clear oil. He stroked his finger from the root of Simon’s cock down to his anus, back and forth, back and forth, adding more oil as he went, rimming the puckered hole until Simon was pushing up into the rhythm, offering his arse to Jack in an instinctive way that made Jack’s cock come to life again.
    â€œPlease,” Simon murmured.
    â€œPlease, what?” Jack leaned in, delicately licking the collection of pre-cum gathered on Simon’s crown into his mouth, and then licking him again just to watch him