Page 19 of A Lord's Chance
“No. Never.”
“Yes. Not for money. I think you used the damned watch to get into my pants.”
It wasn’t untrue, although Lloyd had acted on instinct when they’d met, not with the deliberateness of a scammer. He had wanted the watch and a little portion of his brain had hoped that if he flirted—or at least attempted to flirt in his own obtuse way—he might have more of a chance of viewing the Hobart.
“God, the way you knelt before me, in the corridor of Hedwick’s ballroom too, was irresistible. I didn’t care about the nonsense you were saying about the watch. I just wanted you to kneel for me again.”
“Happily.” Lloyd placed the auction catalogue on the chaise lounge behind him, and rolled from where he was sitting on the floor beside Nobbie until he was lying between Nobbie’s thighs. “Like this?”
“It’s not technically kneeling.”
“You’d better stand then.”
Nobbie shook his head, his eyes sparkling. “I think I prefer this for now.” He stroked his hands through Lloyd’s hair, exactly the way he’d done many times this week, and just like Lloyd enjoyed it. He could spend the rest of his days kneeling for Nobbie and having Nobbie’s hands in his hair. Nobbie applied the perfect amount of pressure to his scalp that took it from a soothing, fall-asleep-in-his-lap vibe, to a slowly building tension sending flickers of heat down his spine. He nuzzled against Nobbie’s thighs, then used his hands to undo the lacing on his trousers, pulling down his fall, as Nobbie’s fingers dug into his temples. He sighed as Nobbie pressed his face closer to Nobbie’s rigid cockstand.
“I don’t need the encouragement.” He blew a light breath onto the head of Nobbie’s cock, loving the way Nobbie shuddered in response. And then he slowly licked the end, playing until Nobbie cried out in frustration.
“More please.”
Warmth combined with heat inside him, and he swallowed Nobbie’s thick cock all the way into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He had to shift his body slightly, hooking his arms over Nobbie’s thighs to get more of the right angle. As he slid up and down, loving the taste of Nobbie and the way he filled his whole mouth, Nobbie’s fingers gripped harder and he began to moan. Yes, more like that. He wanted Nobbie to lose control; of his voice, of his breath, and of himself. He wanted the rush of Nobbie coming into his throat.
“Stop.” Nobbie’s desperate cry made him stop immediately, unmoving. “Not like that. Off.”
He let out an embarrassing protest as he did as Nobbie asked and found himself being hauled up Nobbie’s torso until they were kissing, then Nobbie rolled them both and the perfect weight of his lover had Lloyd bucking his hips and groaning into Nobbie’s mouth.
“Let me fuck you like this.”
Heat blazed through him and he needed to tear off his clothes. “There is oil on the mantlepiece.”
“Really?”
“I was hopeful.” He tried not to be embarrassed by wanting Nobbie so much, but the way Nobbie’s eyes lit up was worth it. Nobbie kissed him hard.
“Good.” And then Nobbie bounced to his feet, stripping off his clothes before leaning over to grab the small bottle of oil from the mantlepiece. Lloyd couldn’t move, staring at the display of Nobbie’s pale skin and rippling muscles and decisiveness.
“You are still dressed?”
He was. “Do you want me like this?”
“No. The fire is warm. I want to see you.”
He leaped up and stripped off. “Like this?”
“No, as you were.” Nobbie licked his bottom lip, his gaze tracking over Lloyd’s skin, leaving trails of gooseflesh. He tried to sink to the rug slowly, and it must’ve been more elegant than it felt because Nobbie’s cheeks turned pink and his nostrils flared.
“Knees up. Get yourself ready.” Nobbie stood over him, and drizzled oil onto his belly. It splashed on the rug and dripped across his torso, so he dragged his fingers through it, and spread it over his hard cock.
“No. Leave that. Get yourself ready.” Nobbie nudged his knees wider, and he groaned as he obeyed. He swiped his hand through the rest of the oil on his stomach and slipped his fingers behind his balls, opening himself up. Nobbie sank to his knees with a loud moan.
“Lloyd. By God. You are marvellous.”
“Fill me.” He reached up for Nobbie with one hand, needing his touch.
“Yes.” Nobbie pushed Lloyd’s hand away, holding it above Lloyd’s head on the rug, and then lined himself up. The fierce concentration on Nobbie’s face was too intense and Lloyd closed his eyes, breathing out slowly as the steady pressure around his rim built and built, until Nobbie slid inside and Lloyd relaxed around his hard length.
“Yes.”
“Please.”
