Page 65 of Vanquished By A Viscount
“No, you silly, lovely man,” Gray laughed. “Why would you ever think that I would let go of the best thing I have ever had my hands on?”
Charlie’s smile faltered. “Because I once let go of something more precious than I ever could have imagined.”
Gray faced him squarely, his heart beating with sympathy, and rested his free hand on the side of Charlie’s face. “We were young,” he said. “And green and stupid. We are very likely still stupid, but we can be fools together.”
“Are you certain?” Charlie asked. “I have done nothing if not proven that I am afflicted with a suspicious and doubtful nature.”
“I agree that we have much to forgive each other for,” Gray said. “And the rough edges of what we have will not be smoothed in a single day.” He raised Charlie’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “But I am willing to work toward full forgiveness and understanding if you are.”
“I want nothing more than that,” Charlie sighed, body going limp for a moment.
He leaned toward Gray as if he would kiss him, regardless of where they were, but Miss Kennedy returned to the conservatory at that moment to fetch a shawl that had been left behind. Gray and Charlie were forced to jump apart.
“Would you care to continue this discussion upstairs?” Charlie asked with perfect seriousness.
“I would like nothing more,” Gray said, pretending just as much gravity.
The two of them turned sharply and marched out of the room as though they were leaving on an ordinary errand. Miss Kennedy watched them suspiciously, but Gray did not care what rumors might be whispered about them. He had the feeling that more rumors than could be counted would make their way out of the house party.
Once they reached the top of the stairs, they joined hands again and picked up their pace. By the time they reached the door to Charlie’s bedroom, they were practically running. Once they burst inside, shutting the door behind them with a bit too much force, Gray could not help but fling himself at Charlie.
“I love you,” he gasped, kissing him and attempting to strip him out of his clothes simultaneously. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” Charlie panted in return, pushing Gray’s jacket from his shoulders.
They grabbed and tugged at each other’s clothes, popping a few buttons in their haste to undress. All the while, they kissed and grasped, growing more frantic by the moment as they crossed the room to the bed.
They were forced to pause their ardor long enough to peel out of the rest of their clothes. Gray finished first and rushed to the bed, throwing back the covers so that he could splay himself, face down, across Charlie’s cool sheets.
“That is a sight that would bring a lesser man to his knees,” Charlie growled as he tossed aside the last of his clothing and moved to stand between Gray’s wide-spread feet, which hung off the edge of the bed.
“You think that’s a sight?” Gray asked teasingly, then tilted his hips up and reached behind him to part his arsecheeks and show Charlie his hole.
He could not keep a straight face as he made the crude gesture, though, and dissolved into laughter. He almost let go of his cheeks as he did, but Charlie growled a hoarse, “Don’t you dare.”
Lust shot through Gray, drying up his laughter and hardening his cock beneath him. The deeper implications of his position and Charlie’s demand had his pulse pounding. He loved a bit of play with control, but having Charlie take the upper hand made him as randy as a goat in heat.
“That arse belongs to me,” Charlie said, reaching for the jar on his bedside table.
“Does it?” Gray asked, breathless and deliberately teasing.
“Do you need me to show you?” Charlie asked, scooping a large amount of grease from the jar and slicking himself.
Gray answered with giddy laughter, lifting his hips and wiggling his arse as best he could.
It was a saucy gesture, but it gained him exactly what he wanted and needed. Charlie swiped his greased fingers across his hole, slicking it and penetrating to test how tight Gray was. That was the work of a moment, though. Quickly, Charlie grasped Gray’s hips, yanked him back, and lined up so that he could thrust mercilessly into Gray.
Gray yelped with the burning pain of the dominant gesture, but the pain was nothing to the way Charlie’s brutality made him feel possessed. Whatever forceful emotion had prompted Charlie to take and claim softened as soon as the man was inside him. Instead of taking him and using him with overwhelming power, Charlie held himself deep inside and curled his body around Gray’s.
“I love you,” he repeated, jerking slightly as he shifted to hold Gray with his full body. “I always have and I always will.”
Gray hummed with contentment, straining and flexing to create as much friction between them as Charlie’s tight embrace would allow. “I love you,” he panted, looking over his shoulder at Charlie. He grinned and went on with, “And in case you have any doubt or are tempted to feel any guilt whatsoever, I love this. I love being taken roughly by a dominant man who bends me to his will. Even the pain of it feels good. So give yourself free rein.”
“Free rein to fuck the memory of every other man who has spent his seed in your whorish arse from your mind?” Charlie asked, grabbing one of Gray’s legs and holding it in a twisted pose that gave him better purchase and made it impossible for Gray to even think of wriggling away from him.
Gray let out a sordid sound of pleasure as Charlie thrust into him a few more times. A whole new pleasure, something he’d never dreamed he would enjoy, washed over him. “I am a dirty whore,” he gasped, gripping the bedcovers and throwing himself into the fantasy. “I need to be fucked like one.”
“Disgusting,” Charlie hissed and pushed harder into him. His words were debasing, but the way they felt was filled with deepest affection.
