Page 84 of Too Many Beds

“Shirt next,” Jeremiah commanded.

Evan was happy to obey. He pulled his undershirt off, over his head. He knew he was in good shape, several of his lovers had complimented him on his body, and from Jeremiah’s expression he was as impressed.

“So far your condition appears to be top-notch,” Jeremiah said, as he circled his finger. “Turn around and remove your trousers. I’m partial to a shapely arse and strong shoulders.”

With his back to Jeremiah, Evan dropped his trousers and then kicked them away, taking a moment to enjoy being naked, knowing Jeremiah would be drinking in the sight.

“On the bed.” The order came as a growl and Evan was delighted at the response his nakedness had garnered. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself at the centre of the mattress. Back straight, arse high, he wanted Jeremiah to desire him, wanted this to be more than one chance to be with him.

He squirmed as Jeremiah traced a finger across the soles of his feet, but the sensation changed as the finger moved up the back of his calf muscle and thigh and Jeremiah reached between his legs and cupped Evan’s balls.

“Perfect,” Jeremiah said, breathy.

Evan was already hard, had been for a while and he wanted to be fucked. “Please,” he begged.

“Don’t worry, my Evan, I will look after you.” Jeremiah pressed a kiss to Evan’s shoulder blade then stepped away.

Evan whimpered at the loss of contact. He turned his head to see Jeremiah remove a feather from a side table. If he had thought the path of Jeremiah’s finger felt good it was nothing compared to the teasing trail of the feather. He endured the light strokes and playful whisps, his body desperate. He needed to be claimed and taken, but again and again the feather danced across his skin, into crevices and creases—every second a distracting dance of desire.

“You are so responsive, many young men do not understand the importance of touch. They think sex is about ramming their cock in a hole, or having a cock ram into them. Your reactions have pleased me, Evan. You will be a delight to take.”

Jeremiah had yet to touch his cock, and he’d teased the crack of his arse but not further, and Evan wanted more. He was relieved when Jeremiah began to remove his clothes, he took his time, laying each item over a chair and once he was naked, Evan let out another whimper. Jeremiah was lean, yet powerful; he might have been fifty but there were many younger men who couldn’t match up to his physique.

Jeremiah collected something else from a little casket but Evan couldn’t see what it was. This question was answered as moments later, Jeremiah knelt behind him and an oily finger pressed against his hole. He was already excited beyond his expectations, and as Jeremiah worked him open it was as if he might lose his mind. He’d had other lovers, and he was pretty sure none of them had ever brought him this close to the edge of sanity.

“Jeremiah, please, I need more.” He’d lost his pride when he’d entered the room, he would beg or offer anything at this point.

Jeremiah patted his arse. “Greedy boy. You’re lucky that so am I.”

Evan let out a deep moan as Jeremiah’s cock breached him, he’d waited so long, and this was everything he’d hoped for. Jeremiah was of a decent girth and length and he was experienced enough to know how to use both to their advantage. Evan lost himself in the thrusts, the slap of skin against skin, Jeremiah setting a rhythm that nudged him closer and closer to his climax. Jeremiah took hold of Evan’s cock and Evan couldn’t hold back, he came with a shout and Jeremiah sped up, using him to chase his own release, pounding his arse until he came with a final, deep thrust.

Evan collapsed forwards onto the bed, his arms and knees no longer able to take his weight. Jeremiah slipped out of him, and for God knows how long Evan panted, trying to regain his breath and stop his head from spinning.

Jeremiah lay beside him, coaxed him onto his back, and then after claiming a kiss pulled Evan close.

Evan staredup at thecanopy of the bed, his heart racing. Jeremiah had made his mind and body sing. He’d had a lot of wonderful sex, and this was some of the best, and he hoped the night wasn't over.

Jeremiah stroked his finger over Evan's belly. “You are a jewel, Evan. I am very lucky to have had the honour of this evening with you.”

“The night is still young.”

“Oh, I am far from done with you. But we must catch our breath a little before we explore further.”

Evan thought now was the time to be brave. “It need not end tonight.”

Jeremiah’s smile was wry. “I knew you were greedy.”

“Jeremiah?”

“Shush.” He silenced him with a kiss, and Evan took that as not to press the issue. He would enjoy the rest of the night, try to hint again later, but be prepared that he had one night at Crofton Hall, and one night only.

Evan sighed as he read another letter from the evening post asking him to attend an event he had no interest in. It had been over a week since he’d left Crofton Hall. He’d enjoyed his time with Jeremiah, but he felt bereft at not being invited to stay. He’d been certain when he’d agreed to the game that all he wanted was one night of fun but instead he was now wishing he’d been invited to play with George and Clive, as well as another round with Jeremiah. He sighed and finished dressing; he had to be in Fitzrovia for dinner, and it would be bad form to be late. His valet handed him his hat and gloves as he departed and hurried down the steps of the building to greet what he thought was his hackney carriage.

But instead of a hired cab, a coach emblazoned with a coat of arms of a stag stood waiting. The driver got down from his seat and opened the door. “Mr Davidson?”

“Yes.”

“Lord Crofton sends his regards and asks for you to meet with him at his Strand residence. If you are willing, please come aboard.”

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