Page 9 of A Lord's Chance
“I’ve only ever done this in brothels.”
His mouth was dry. “That doesn’t make it any clearer. I still don’t understand what you are trying to say.”
“Which part?”
“Why does this make you frown at me?”
Nobbie closed his eyes and Lloyd instinctively stroked his face, brushing his finger under the delicate skin below his eyes, then over the rougher skin on his jawline. Nobbie opened his eyes with a long sigh that sent warm air over Lloyd’s fingers.
“Because you’ve done this before and you know to do that.”
Lloyd wasn’t quite sure. “Do you mean to say that you are jealous of my experience and that’s why you were mad at me?”
“My lord. I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at me. I was angry that I felt jealousy when I should be relaxing and enjoying being with you.”
Lloyd nodded. “Hmm. That does seem like a waste of time. We could have been kissing this whole time.”
“We could.” Nobbie leaned in closer and pressed his lips against Lloyd’s. It was nice, and Lloyd used his hands on Nobbie’s waist to pull himself closer, and Nobbie took the hint, straddling him so he sat across Lloyd’s lap. Lloyd’s cock strained against his trousers; having Nobbie naked in his lap while he was dressed was a revelation for his desires. There weren’t many things he didn’t like, while there were also not many things that really ignited him. He never expected this to be one of them. A naked Nobbie leaning over him set his blood on fire.
“Undress me.” Lloyd pulled Nobbie’s head closer, kissing him and holding his naked body tight against his own.
“Give me some space.”
Lloyd smiled. “Rather the point. I thought you might like the challenge.”
From the flash in Nobbie’s brown eyes, Lloyd had picked it correctly. All thoughts of mean old Uncle Baldric vanished, and Lloyd let himself get lost in the kiss. He’d always loved sex, not the initial part where he had to talk to someone—awkward and annoying—but this part when it was two bodies enjoying eachother. This part, he loved. It made the first part worthwhile. And more than sex, Lloyd loved kissing. It was a much better use of someone’s mouth than talking. Kisses were never confusing. They were sometimes soft and sweet, sometimes fast and needy. Always brilliantly enjoyable.
This one, with Nobbie, managed to be both. Lying underneath Nobbie meant that Lloyd had to let Nobbie learn how to control the pace. The man was a quick learner. He remembered how Lloyd had nibbled at his lip, and now he did it in return, toying with Lloyd’s mouth until he lifted his hips in frustration and begged for more. Not in words; his words were done. Lloyd begged with needy moans and breathless sighs. He clung to Nobbie’s waist, then blinked as he realised he could use his hands to explore Nobbie’s naked body. The man was beautiful. Not just his cock which was strong and thick; but all of him. From his broad shoulders to the way his muscles rippled when he moved, and his forearms dusted with hair. Lloyd had always had a thing for forearms, the way the muscle definition moved with long lines, hinting at a physical strength. He lifted his chin, hoping that Nobbie would kiss down his throat but Nobbie chased his lips instead.
“You can kiss me everywhere.” He tipped his head further back, and yes... Nobbie kissed down his throat and he let out a good moan when Nobbie licked at the hollow at the base of his throat and a mighty shiver rushed through his chest. He slid his hands up Nobbie’s spine, then reached between them to rip off his own cravat. He needed more.
“Let me.” Nobbie sat up straighter and undid all the buttons on Lloyd’s shirt. He wriggled his arms, tugging his own shirt off, and then Nobbie unbuttoned the fall of his trousers and dragged his thumb along Lloyd’s aching hard cock.
“Yes.” He loved that, arching his spine to chase Nobbie’s hand. Finally.
“Shall I stroke you?”
Lloyd swallowed. “Yes ... but kiss me while you do it.” He knew he wouldn’t last long; had almost been there when he’d sucked Nobbie’s spectacular cock. Nobbie shifted slightly, then kissed him. Tongues tangled and Lloyd covered Nobbie’s hand with his own, moving with a frantic rhythm as he chased that glorious end. He groaned into Nobbie’s mouth as Nobbie ran his thumb over the end of Lloyd’s cock, and then it happened. The moment he adored as all the heat and pressure in his balls and hard cock released with a rush of blood to his head and he saw stars behind his eyes as he came into Nobbie’s fist. Thrusting harder and harder until he was done. He groaned, then lay back on the chaise lounge. Spent and happy. This had been the most unexpected outcome and he had a rare Hobart watch to thank for it. The watch. Goodness, gracious! How could he forget?
“Shall we get dressed and go to Sothebys?”
Chapter 8
Nobbie wasn’t sure if he wanted to snort with laughter or annoyance. He’d just discovered how lovely it was to rest with another man and kiss him, and now that very same man wanted to march across London to talk about a fucking ancient watch. Nobbie still didn’t know if he wanted to know why he’d been abandoned with the bloody thing. Or why he was about to get abandoned for it again...
“Do you ever stop thinking about that damned watch?”
Lawndry smirked. “Sometimes I think about other watches.”
“Let’s do it then.” Nobbie discovered he wasn’t inclined to say no to Lawndry. He wanted him stay with him and kiss him more, and perhaps if they did this, then they could return here for more of time together. Oh fuck, was this why Earnest chased after love so hard? It made some sense because the way his body was relaxed was better than any of the times he’d ever paid for this. Lying on top of Lawndry with their sated bodies warmly wrapped together gave Nobbie something he’d never had and didn’t know he’d needed. He kissed Lawndry again, unable to help himself. Lawndry kissed him back. Time disappeared as Nobbie learned more about kissing; the give and take of it, the way he could almost communicate with the different strokes of his tongue against Lawndry’s tongue, the feeling of belonging. Damn it. He pushed against Lawndry’s shoulders and jumped to his feet with a gasp. How many times had he listened to Earnest wailing because his latest lover hadn’t wanted more than sex? How many times had he consoled his friend over misbegotten feelings? And now he was falling into the same trap. He barely knew Lawndry, and if he was completely honest, he knew—deep down—that he still wondered if Lawndry was trying to con him somehow.
“Mr Gilbert?” Lawndry’s use of his formal name confirmed it.
“We have a task to do.” He tried to sound harsh, but of course Lawndry’s eyes lit up at the prospect of hunting down information about his fucking watch.
“We’d better get dressed.” Lawndry stood, tugging his trousers with him—Nobbie had forgotten that Lawndry hadn’t been completely undressed, not like himself—and then Lawndry wriggled. Nobbie got up, grabbed the cloth, and cleaned up Lawndry, who then fixed himself up and pulled a watch out of his fob pocket.
“It is only two in the afternoon. Sotheby’s closes at six during the season, unless there is an auction on when, obviously, they are open much later.”
