Page 31 of Vanquished By A Viscount
“No,” Charlie panted, pushing Gray back so that his cock popped wetly out of Gray’s mouth. “Not this fast.”
Gray nodded as he panted, clearly understanding what Charlie was saying and sharing that sentiment. “I want to come with you inside me,” he gasped, pushing himself to stand.
Gray hooked a hand behind Charlie’s neck and yanked him close for another kiss. The slight musky taste of Gray’s mouth had Charlie groaning and gripping his hip tightly. They lostthemselves in smashing their mouths together, no tenderness in their kiss where none was needed or wanted.
They both still had wants and needs, however. The hotter Charlie grew, the larger those needs loomed within him. He pulled back, leaving them both panting, and stepped to the side to grab the small jar he’d made certain to acquire during a brief excursion out of his room earlier.
“Bend over,” he ordered Gray. When Gray attempted to climb onto the bed, he said, “No, bend over where you are. I want to fuck you standing.”
A flash of a greedy smile lit Gray’s face before he did what Charlie had asked, and with wicked perfection, he bent over the bed, pressing his chest to the coverlet and spreading his arms. He moved his legs apart and lifted his hips, all while grinning at Charlie with challenge in his blue eyes.
Just the sight of Gray posing and spreading for him nearly made Charlie come. Gray always had been an eager bottom, but it appeared his years of experience had enhanced that. Charlie scooped a generous amount of grease from the jar, spread some on his throbbing erection, then pushed the rest of it over and into Gray’s hole.
Gray panted and moaned desperately as Charlie worked and stretched him. Charlie was surprised how tight Gray was after all the stories of debauchery he’d overheard Gray whispering about in the last week. Even with that initial tightness, Gray rocked back on Charlie’s fingers eagerly, making sinful sounds of abandonment as he relaxed into what Charlie wanted from him.
It was all too much, and Charlie couldn’t wait a second longer. He lined up, took himself in hand, and slowly pushed into the warm embrace of Gray’s body. They both cried out loud enough to disturb whomever might have been in the next room, if Barbara had given those rooms to anyone at all. It felt thatgood to be joined with the only man he had ever really loved again.
Sinking into Gray wasn’t enough. Charlie needed more. He adjusted his stance, grabbed Gray’s hip with one hand and his shoulder with the other, and began to thrust as if the world might come to an end if he eased up one bit.
“God, yes!” Gray cried out, shifting a hand under him to grasp his own cock. “Harder! More!”
Charlie gave his lover what he wanted. He threw everything he had into fucking him until the heavy bed shook and jerked under them. It was rough and mean, and he’d never enjoyed anything more. The sound of skin slapping against skin was only outdone by their twin, ragged breaths and increasingly pitched sounds as climax grew closer.
Then it all came crashing through him. Charlie came with a victorious sigh, spilling the first of his seed inside Gray before pulling out so that he could stroke the rest of it across the pink, lifted mounds of Gray’s arse. It was the best orgasm Charlie had had in as long as he could remember.
Gray was already done by the time Charlie completely spent himself. No doubt there was a wet spot on the coverlet that explained why Gray’s body was so loose and warm and sated. The man was utterly gorgeous in that newly spent state, traces of Charlie’s cum already seeping from his hole. Charlie’s heart leapt at the sight before exhaustion overtook him.
He collapsed to the bed on his back by Gray’s side, fighting to catch his breath as he shoved a hand through his damp hair. Their arrangement was brilliant. It was everything Charlie needed and more.
Until he made the mistake of turning his head to smile at Gray and found his lover smiling adoringly back at him.
Ten
Gray couldn’t seem to catch his breath. His arse was warm and sore, his limbs loose and rubbery, and the damp patch under him was uncomfortable, but as he turned his head to stare at Charlie, he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so complete.
It was a terrible sign. So was the vague look of bliss in Charlie’s eyes when the man turned his head to smile at him. The entire purpose of their arrangement was physical satisfaction only. And while Gray definitely felt that to a degree that was difficult to comprehend, it was the soft rightness in his breast that worried him.
“It wasn’t too much, was it?” Charlie asked, still breathless, though they’d been lying there for several minutes. “I was not too vigorous?”
“No, not at all,” Gray said, purring and grinning instead of answering dispassionately. “You know I like it rough.”
Charlie nodded. “I remember.”
Charlie’s smile slowly faded. The contentment Gray loved to see in his eyes was slowly replaced by worry. Moments later, and all emotion vanished from Charlie’s expression entirely.
It hurt to see. Gray’s chest squeezed, and his heart physically hurt to see the hard-won moment vanish into shame-tinged uncertainty.
“It is only an arrangement,” he said quickly, pushing himself on still-unsteady arms until he could stand and step back from the bed. “We agreed to the parameters beforehand.”
They had not agreed to the delicious feeling of being used that pervaded Gray’s entire body, however. They hadn’t prearranged the way his hole felt stretched and heated, or the stickiness that matted the hair around his groin. Nor had the used puffiness of his lips and the lingering taste of salt in his mouth been preordained.
Gray pushed away all those hints that he might have deeply miscalculated the effects of their simple arrangement. It was more of a challenge to ignore the way his heart pounded as he raked his gaze over Charlie lying spread and limp on his back across the bed, however.
Dear God, the man was divine.
Gray wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, realizing too late his hand was still sticky with his own spill. Even that was so erotic his cock twitched as if it might be able to find the energy for another go.
Charlie put to rest any thoughts in that direction by sitting up abruptly. “You are quite correct,” he said, directing his words to Gray’s balls instead of looking him in the eye. “It is an arrangement designed specifically to prevent the two of us from feeling guilt or regret about our actions.”
