Page 59 of The Devil Himself
Rys bent and put his mouth to Luc’s, his kiss deep and hard and hungry as if Rys had waited far too long just to get a taste of him. He understood. Luc felt as if he’d waited weeks, not
Luc opened up and let Rys in, their tongues tangling. He understood exactly how Rys felt. All of those hours sitting in a carriage with him had been like torture, both of them keenly aware that Gareth was right there, and that they could not entertain even the slightest impropriety. Somehow, that had made it all the more urgent that they do exactly this.
When Rys pulled away, they were both panting, and Rys’s heated stare held a wealth of warning. “After luncheon. In the bath. I will not be put off any longer than that.”
His cock ached as it pressed against the fall of his trousers, and Luc reached up to caress his lover’s cheek. “I don’t want to put you off, so I promise you I’ll be ready.”
Twenty-Five
There was something about the air of danger that gave this assignation with Luc even more of an edge. Rys needed the man in ways that he didn’t want to name yet, but them knowing that they were on the razor’s edge of disaster added bite.
Luncheon with Gareth had been an excruciating affair, and the young man was now under the watchful eye of one of Joe’s men, a footman, and a maid who he hoped were as loyal to the young marquess as Mrs. Laverty assured him they were.
Because while he had the time to while away and could use it watching Gareth, Rys intended to spend it in the bath inside the dressing room of the marquess’s chamber with Luc.
“I didn’t think that that meal would ever end,” Luc said with a chuckle. He stripped out of his jacket as he spoke, and Rys, who had been ready to begin undressing himself, the steaming water calling to him, could only stop and stare.
Luc undressed surprisingly well without a valet. The jacket, then the waistcoat and shirt were folded into a neat pile on a chair that sat near the tub. After that, Luc sat and held up a foot. “I don’t suppose you would be willing to help with my boots?” heasked, raising one angelic gold eyebrow. His blue eyes gleamed with a mixture of mirth and desire.
“I would be more than happy to, my lord,” he said, drawing the words out in the most offensive manner he could.
“Such a terrible valet you are.” Luc sat back, tilting his hips up, which made his hardness press against the fall of her trousers in an obvious way.
Heat suffused him, and Rys licked his lips, striding across the room to grab Luc’s boot and pull at it. He would not suffer the indignity of letting Luc push on his arse with the other foot like a servant, but he would help.
The boot popped off, and Luc actually moaned in real pleasure. Rys understood perfectly. They had been traveling far too long, in terrible weather conditions, and everything ached just the tiniest bit. Truth be told, he was getting entirely too old for this kind of adventure; he liked his creature comforts far too much.
“Now the other, if you please,” Rys demanded. “I want to see you out of your damn breeches forthwith.”
“Impatient devil.” But Luc beautifully presented the other boot. Rys pulled it off, then tugged Luc to his feet so he could work the buttons that held the breaches closed.
The cloth fell down Luc’s legs and he was not wearing any smallclothes, so Rys had instant access to his long, fully engorged cock, which he grasped and tugged, making Luc arch into him and groan deeply in his chest.
“Now you, before the water gets cold,” Luc insisted.
Rys let out an exaggerated sigh. “Now who’s impatient?” he groused, because really, he wanted to take the time to explore Luc’s body. Luc had a point, however. There was no sense in wasting the water that had been hauled up at such effort to fill the huge copper tub, so he quickly divested himself of hisclothes, Luc helping wherever he could, those hands incredibly distracting where they landed on his skin.
They stepped up to the tub, Luc climbing in first and Rys stepping in behind him so that they could sink down with Luc practically in his lap. It became the perfect situation for him because he could rub his cock against the small of Luc’s back, then, as he lifted Luc up, against the cleft of his ass.
Luc moaned for him, rubbing back against him firmly, giving him friction that made his eyes cross. He was glad Luc couldn’t see his face because he probably looked a fool, but it didn’t matter. He wanted this man more than he’d ever wanted another one in his entire life.
Rys sank his hands into the water and then lifted them up so he could rub over Luc’s chest, water pouring down all that fine skin and golden hair. He rubbed at Luc’s nipples, feeling the tiny points harden even further under his hands, so he pinched them, letting them have the attention they were begging for.
Grunting, Luc pushed back against him again, head falling back on Rys’s shoulder. “God, that’s good. Touch me. Please.” His hands fell into the water to grab Rys’s thighs where they stretched out on either side of Luc’s body.
“Anything you want, love. Anything.” He knew he was making promises he might not be able to keep, but it simply didn’t matter. Rys bit down at the skin where Luc’s neck joined his shoulder, and he slid one hand down over that ridged belly to grasp Luc’s cock under the water. He stroked up and down, not bothering to start gently, and Luc shook against him.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to spend too quickly,” Luc said, turning his head just enough so they might see each other.
“I don’t exactly have any oil.” His inference was that he couldn’t enter Luc like he wanted to, but they could make do with each other’s hands. Make do was such a weak phrase for what was happening right now, however.
Luc rose up and then turned to face him, staring into his eyes, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by his pupils, which had dilated with desire. “Then let us do it this way.” Luc pushed down against him and grabbed both their cocks, wrapping his big hand firmly around them.
Rys nodded, utterly breathless, his balls pulling up tight, and he clenched his ass. His legs rose up against Luc’s, water sloshing around them as they thrust together. He added his own grip to Luc’s, stroking and pulling. He uttered words of praise and silly endearments and finally vicious curses because he was not going to last.
Luc kissed him then, the feeling of it scalding his mouth, their tongues mingling along with their breath. His head swam, and his ears rang with it.
They never slowed, thrusting together with reckless abandon, their whole focus on attaining what they needed. And right at that moment, on the release that would give them a few short minutes of peace.
