his mouth, just as his own cock slid in and out of Cavin’s mouth. He flicked his tongue over the crown and Cavin reciprocated, a luscious little flick over the tip. He tightened his grip on Cavin’s length and felt it in his own. Sucked harder and the suction around his cock intensified.
A climax began to coil down his spine, gathering in his ballocks. Cavin’s panting breaths quickened. Turned harsh. A sound he recognized from last night. He tried to pull his focus more fully onto the cock in his mouth, determined not to miss the exact moment when the first drop of seed hit his tongue. A task he found impossible as a strangling tightness suddenly gripped the head of his prick, his entire length caressed by the slick heat of Cavin’s mouth.
He grabbed Cavin’s thigh with his free hand, needing something to anchor him as the orgasm rushed over him, his howl of completion muffled by Cavin’s prick.
The strong thigh muscle beneath his hand tightened. Then Cavin let out a muffled groan, his hips going still. Liquid splashed against his tongue, filled his mouth. Bitter salt and heat. Ben struggled to coordinate his reflexes enough to swallow every last drop.
Panting hard, Cavin flopped onto his side. Then he pulled himself up to sit with his back against one of the chairs. He didn’t make a move to repair his clothing, and Benjamin was glad for it. Slumped against the chair, hair tousled and eyes heavy, the front of his trousers still open, exposing his sated prick… The man looked positively decadent. The very image of wicked indulgence.
Deciding he probably shouldn’t remain sprawled on the floor all night, Benjamin pushed up to sit against the other chair.
A little chuckle rumbled Cavin’s chest. “You’ve got an amazing mouth, Benjamin.”
“Yours isn’t too bad, either,” he replied, slanting a glance to Cavin’s mouth, to those full lips flushed red and wet.
Reaching back, Cavin grabbed the wine glass from the tray. He took a small sip, leaving a splash within, and held out the glass to Benjamin.
He hesitated, not wanting to lose the lingering taste of Cavin on his tongue. Thirst won out and he took the glass, draining the contents. Setting the empty glass by his hip, he let his head tip back and his eyes drift closed. The most wonderful feeling of contentment clung to his senses. Lazy and rich, like after a satisfying meal but only better. So much better. If he did not get up soon, he would very well fall asleep right there on the study floor. “Stay the night with me?”
Cavin let out a sigh. “Ben…”
Opening his eyes, he looked to Cavin. “Please. We’ll get some sleep then we can have breakfast in the morning and then…”
“Then what?”
Benjamin blinked, taken aback by the ugly mix of sarcasm and resignation in Cavin’s voice. “We could take a ride about the park.” He could invite Cavin to Gentleman Jackson’s, meet up with his friends, but he wanted to spend time with just Cavin. No one else. Time outside of a bedchamber and with clothing intact. Time to truly get to know him.
“I don’t have a horse.”
“There’s a livery around the corner. Stables my own horses. We can rent one there for you.”
Cavin dropped his gaze to the rug, picked at a strand of blue thread near his hip. “Thank you for the offer, but I can’t.” He let out another sigh. “It’s getting late. I need to be on my way. Thank you for supper and for…” He motioned to the rug then got to his feet to right his clothes.
Benjamin did his best to hide his disappointment as he pushed up, tucked his prick into his trousers and did up the buttons. If he had known Cavin needed to leave immediately after they indulged, he would have kept his mouth to himself and his trousers buttoned. Sucking Cavin’s cock while the man sucked his had been a memorable and very pleasurable experience, but Benjamin would have gladly traded it for the opportunity to simply sit and talk with Cavin. He hadn’t been
A climax began to coil down his spine, gathering in his ballocks. Cavin’s panting breaths quickened. Turned harsh. A sound he recognized from last night. He tried to pull his focus more fully onto the cock in his mouth, determined not to miss the exact moment when the first drop of seed hit his tongue. A task he found impossible as a strangling tightness suddenly gripped the head of his prick, his entire length caressed by the slick heat of Cavin’s mouth.
He grabbed Cavin’s thigh with his free hand, needing something to anchor him as the orgasm rushed over him, his howl of completion muffled by Cavin’s prick.
The strong thigh muscle beneath his hand tightened. Then Cavin let out a muffled groan, his hips going still. Liquid splashed against his tongue, filled his mouth. Bitter salt and heat. Ben struggled to coordinate his reflexes enough to swallow every last drop.
Panting hard, Cavin flopped onto his side. Then he pulled himself up to sit with his back against one of the chairs. He didn’t make a move to repair his clothing, and Benjamin was glad for it. Slumped against the chair, hair tousled and eyes heavy, the front of his trousers still open, exposing his sated prick… The man looked positively decadent. The very image of wicked indulgence.
Deciding he probably shouldn’t remain sprawled on the floor all night, Benjamin pushed up to sit against the other chair.
A little chuckle rumbled Cavin’s chest. “You’ve got an amazing mouth, Benjamin.”
“Yours isn’t too bad, either,” he replied, slanting a glance to Cavin’s mouth, to those full lips flushed red and wet.
Reaching back, Cavin grabbed the wine glass from the tray. He took a small sip, leaving a splash within, and held out the glass to Benjamin.
He hesitated, not wanting to lose the lingering taste of Cavin on his tongue. Thirst won out and he took the glass, draining the contents. Setting the empty glass by his hip, he let his head tip back and his eyes drift closed. The most wonderful feeling of contentment clung to his senses. Lazy and rich, like after a satisfying meal but only better. So much better. If he did not get up soon, he would very well fall asleep right there on the study floor. “Stay the night with me?”
Cavin let out a sigh. “Ben…”
Opening his eyes, he looked to Cavin. “Please. We’ll get some sleep then we can have breakfast in the morning and then…”
“Then what?”
Benjamin blinked, taken aback by the ugly mix of sarcasm and resignation in Cavin’s voice. “We could take a ride about the park.” He could invite Cavin to Gentleman Jackson’s, meet up with his friends, but he wanted to spend time with just Cavin. No one else. Time outside of a bedchamber and with clothing intact. Time to truly get to know him.
“I don’t have a horse.”
“There’s a livery around the corner. Stables my own horses. We can rent one there for you.”
Cavin dropped his gaze to the rug, picked at a strand of blue thread near his hip. “Thank you for the offer, but I can’t.” He let out another sigh. “It’s getting late. I need to be on my way. Thank you for supper and for…” He motioned to the rug then got to his feet to right his clothes.
Benjamin did his best to hide his disappointment as he pushed up, tucked his prick into his trousers and did up the buttons. If he had known Cavin needed to leave immediately after they indulged, he would have kept his mouth to himself and his trousers buttoned. Sucking Cavin’s cock while the man sucked his had been a memorable and very pleasurable experience, but Benjamin would have gladly traded it for the opportunity to simply sit and talk with Cavin. He hadn’t been
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