The Sinners Club by Kate Pearce Page A

shiver.
    â€œI want your cock.”
    â€œEventually.”
    Jack was enjoying himself far too much to want to rush. He’d often got into difficulties with previous missions because he forgot himself in the sheer pleasure of another naked body, the scent, the play of muscle in the candlelight, the need.... “My finger, first.” He slid one oiled finger inside and eased it slowly deeper. Holding it steady, he looked down into Simon’s eyes and planted the tip of his tongue in the slit of his cock.
    â€œAh, God...”
    While he flicked his tongue deep, he slid his finger in and out of Simon’s arse until he was clenching his internal muscles around Jack’s finger and rocking his hips into the motion. Jack added another finger and then another, his gaze alternating between watching the play of his fingers and licking and nibbling at Simon’s exposed crown.
    â€œJack ...”
    â€œWhat is it?”
    â€œPlease. I want your cock in me. I need—”
    â€œPatience, my friend. You’ll thank me when you eventually come, I swear it.”
    Balancing carefully, he continued thrusting his fingers into Simon’s arse and tonguing the head of his cock and wrapped his other hand around the base of his partner’s shaft, squeezing tight.
    â€œJack.”
    He changed position, moving from Simon’s side to between his legs, his own cock now slick and hard again. Keeping one hand around Simon’s cock he removed his fingers and positioned himself at the other man’s entrance.
    â€œYou’ll take me now, hard and fast if that’s how I want it, and you won’t come until I tell you to.”
    Simon groaned as Jack pressed forward the head of his cock, sliding easily into the well-oiled hole. Jack momentarily closed his eyes as his rigid flesh was surrounded by heat and tightness, and God... He started to thrust, needing the friction, the slap of skin against skin, the sense that he’d never have enough of this particular man’s smell and taste. Pressure gathered in the small of his back and in his balls and he released his hard grip on Simon’s stiff length.
    â€œCome with me. Now.”
    He shoved one last time and closed his eyes as his come jutted out deep in the other man’s arse, leaving him spent, and then collapsed over Simon’s still-shaking torso. Simon’s hand came up to cradle his head, and the warm stickiness of come between them melded their skin together.
    Eventually, Jack managed to lever himself up onto his elbows and found his new lover staring quietly up at him.
    â€œThank you, Mr. Smith. That was...” Simon hesitated. “Extraordinary.”
    â€œI’ll do better when I’m not so tired.” Jack rolled off Simon and onto his back. “If the occasion should ever arise, of course.
    Simon’s chuckle was low and comforting. “I would be honored to share your bed again.”
    Jack turned his head and smiled at his companion. “Then perhaps I should stay here rather than at the inn, as you suggested.”
    â€œI’m sure my sister will agree.”
    â€œShe won’t mind?”
    â€œYou staying, or this?”
    â€œEither.”
    â€œShe won’t mind. She loves me.”
    â€œMy sister is the same. She despairs of me ever settling down, though.”
    â€œIf your inclination is to bed another man rather than marry a woman, it does present some difficulty.”
    â€œTo be perfectly honest, Simon, I am happy to bed men and women.
    â€œYou are?”
    He hesitated. “Does that offend you?”
    â€œNot at all.” Simon reached out a lazy hand and stroked Jack’s hip. “I can perform perfectly well with a woman too.”
    They smiled at each other in perfect accord and then Jack yawned.
    Simon sat up and swung his long legs over the side of the bed. “I should leave you. You must be tired after your journey.”
    Jack watched with pleasure as