Page 4 of Ravishing Among the Roses
The man swallowed, his face flushed a delightful pink. “Yes.”
Gabby’s skin came alive at that simple word and he sank to his knees, staring up at the man.
“What are you doing?”
“I think you know what I’m doing. It’s why you are here.” He reached out and started undoing the man’s trouser fall.
“I ... I can’t pay you. My brother hasn’t given me my allowance yet.”
Gabby stood up, careful not to trip on the fabric of his dress, and touched the man’s cheek bone. He wasn’t offended at the statement; being paid to suck cocks had been his job before he’d come here. The man’s skin was softer than Gabby imagined a country boy’s skin to be. “I don’t need to be paid. I want you. It’ll be my pleasure.”
“Your pleasure?” The words shook a little.
“Absolutely.” He kissed his own fingertips and pressed them against the man’s lips. All he needed was consent. His mouth was already watering at the idea of having this man’s cock in his mouth. Moments like this were the biggest benefit of this job atthe King’s Book Club; he wasn’t paid to suck cock anymore, now he did it for fun on his own terms with people he picked for himself.
“Me? You want me?”
Chapter 3
Edmund was going to combust. He stood there in a room with a man’s fingers lightly resting on his lips, and it should be the only thing he was focused on and yet, his mind was racing.
“Me? You want me?” How could anyone want him? He was a fool who had broken the one unspoken agreement that existed in his family. Edmund should not have said anything about his brother or being unable to pay. If word got back to him that other people knew the Duke withheld his allowance as a means of control, his brother would be very angry. The Duke liked people to think of him as a charming, and even in private he didn’t like to let the mask slip often. The Duke had once told Edmund not to worry because he was a benevolent dictator, only concerned for Edmund’s wellbeing. Eventually, Edmund had come to realise that the Duke hadn’t been joking when he used the word dictator; he truly did believe that he knew better than everyone and had the right to impose his needs on all. He was a Duke, after all.
“Yes. I definitely want you.” The man, Gabriel the angel, slid his fingers down to Edmund’s chin, and lightly added his thumb. Goodness, he was good at this. Edmund swallowed. He wanted ... Oh how much he wanted to do this. His lips were dry and so he licked them. Slowly he nodded. Gabriel’s touch had evaporated all the stressful thoughts racing in his mind and now Edmund was ready.
“Please.”
A flicker of a smile lit up Gabriel’s face and he dragged his fingertips down Edmund’s throat. This was nothing like those few times he’d fumbled with another boy at Eton. Gabriel moved with purpose, dropping to his knees before him. There was a deliberate practiced intent to Gabriel’s choice that scorchedEdmund’s soul. His knees weakened and he shuddered as his cock came alive with need.
“Can I touch you?” He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work, not with Gabriel’s fingers unbuttoning his fall, brushing lightly over his stand, and he adored the way his mind went blank. All the stress and racing worries had, almost, gone quiet as sensation began to take over.
“Of course.” Gabriel looked up and there was something outrageously incredible about having such a beautiful face stare up at him from there. If Gabriel moved an inch forwards, his chin would rest on Edmund’s balls, and God, he wished he knew how to ask for that. Instead, he gently placed his hand on Gabriel’s head, threading his fingers through his soft hair. It was slightly damp at the edges where the huge feathered headdress had been sitting, and Edmund wanted to soothe that away.
He barely had time to contemplate the different textures when cool air surrounded his jutting stand and Gabriel made a moan of appreciation.
“You are magnificent.” Gabriel dragged one finger up Edmund’s length and he swayed on his feet. Holy hell.
“I wish we had all night. I want this inside me, you’d make me so full.”
Edmund couldn’t speak, just tightened his grip on Gabriel’s hair. How could someone be so brazen like that? And the imagery, he yearned to do just what Gabriel said. He wanted this man stretched out on a bed with that dress pushed up to his spine, and him rutting into his slender body. Shivers raced up his spine and heat pooled in his balls. And then, just as he thought Gabriel’s words were special enough, his lips were on his stand, and it was more than incredible.
This was nothing like those boyhood fumbles at Eton. Gabriel’s tongue licked the leaking end of his cock and the sightof his dark hair at his groin was almost too much. He was going to faint.
“Wait.”
Gabriel immediately stopped, rocking back on his knees and staring up at him. His lips glistened and it was almost as amazing as having them on his cock.
“I need...” Something to clutch, so he wouldn’t fall. His head was light as he glanced around the room.
“Lean against the door. It’ll stop anyone coming in.”
Edmund nodded, glad that Gabriel understood without him having to explain. His cheeks prickled with red heat, a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he walked to the door, with his cock out in the air. He leaned back against the wood and hoped it was solid oak and able to take his weight.
“Open your eyes.”
He did, only to see Gabriel crawling towards him on his knees, the red dress flowing over his spine. He grabbed the base of his cock to stop himself spilling at the sight. How did he know this would do it for him? Thankfully, mercifully, it was only a few yards.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Edmund couldn’t quite fathom how he’d found someone who would do this for him.
