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.In a rustle of soft wool, his trousers swooshed down his legs, pooling around his ankles.Hard and needy, his cock bobbed free, the crown brushing the wall.The man caressed his bare hip, fingers briefly gripping and flexing in a rhythm his body knew too well.“Going about a ball with no smallclothes? Tsk-tsk.Wicked indeed.” Not so very wicked.More practical.What was the use of wearing drawers when he knew he would see his lover? Just one more garment to remove.That hand shifted forward, closed around his length.Rys’s hips jerked, one tiny uncontrollable moment, at the contact.He wanted to push into the warm grip, feel the skin drag across his own, get some sort of friction on his aching cock.The man growled, his satisfaction evident in the low, rumbling sound.“Hard as an iron poker and I haven’t even worked my prick into you yet.”Rys called upon that tendril of fear, let it flare into scorching indignant anger.“Don’t touch me.” As if he hadn’t just rubbed against the man like a dog in heat, he gathered his muscles and tugged and twisted in a fresh attempt to break free.His arm was wrenched higher up his back.Pain burst across his shoulder, just as the grip tightened around his length.The words to put a stop to it all teased his tongue, yet he gritted his teeth and kept them back.The brief moment of pain would be worth it, and the vise-like grip on his prick served some good.At least the eminent orgasm was no longer tickling his ballocks.The instant he stopped struggling the man eased his hold, just as Rys had known he would.10BEYOND RECKLESS“I shall do far more than touch you, dear sir,” the man said, as he began stroking Rys’s length.“And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for more.”“Never.”Another chuckle.“Your body defies you.Never shall come far sooner than you believe.”It was all Rys could do not to moan as strong fingers milked his crown, spreading the fluid there, thumb caressing that highly sensitive spot underneath.Yet he did moan the loss when that hand left him to coast up his chest, pausing over the hard lump in his waistcoat pocket.The man practically purred, then reached inside and pulled out the small glass vial of oil.“Hum…I think you had plans to do more than dance tonight.” Rys bristled with false affront and opened his mouth, ready to sling back a retort, but he could think of no other reason beside the obvious for why a man would have oil stowed in a pocket.He snapped his jaw shut and instead made do with a glare over his shoulder.The tall, powerful shadowed figure behind him leaned closer.Warm lips met his own in a kiss too quick to even get a taste of his tongue.Much, much too brief.Rys’s lips tingled with the need for more.For a hot, long kiss with teeth and tongue that alone had the power to bring him to the cusp of a climax.A foot kicked his ankle.Trembling with need, he rested his forehead on the wall and spread his legs to the limits of his trousers.The waistband bit into his shins but he did not care in the slightest.He heard the sound of buttons being freed from their moorings and the rustle of fabric.The faint scent of almond oil reached his 11BEYOND RECKLESSnose.Fluid seeped from the tip of his cock, dripped down his length, tickling his skin.Oiled fingers probed between his arse cheeks, slid over his entrance in a decadent taunt, then pressed inside.“Damn tight arse.Going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.You’re going to beg for it, too.” Rys arched his back, wanting more than those two digits.He clamped his jaw shut to keep the pleas from tumbling past his lips as those fingers began to stroke.Just those two fingers sliding in and out, pausing every now and then to tease the rim.Desire and need coiled tightly inside him.His body craved more.Needed more.Needed the sweet, blissful stretch.He bumped his hips back.The man laughed.He goddamn laughed.Rys growled, the impulse to snap his teeth at him, catch him off guard and twist free, pinning him against the wall, almost too much to suppress.“You must say the words if you want this.” Oil-slicked and hard as iron, an erection nudged his crease directly above the maddeningly unhurried fingers.“Come along now,” the man said, though the tension in the body behind Rys belied the mocking taunt.“Just one word will give you what you need.” No.He would not do it.He wouldn’t beg a strange man to bugger him.The man had him forced against the wall, for Christ’s sake.Was intent on taking him against his will.Of their own volition, his hips jerked back, but he kept his jaw locked tight.Those fingers pulled back, toyed with the rim.Traced the puckered skin.Every sense focused on that teasing touch that could be so much more.His legs shook.His harsh panting breaths filled his ears.12BEYOND RECKLESSHe squeezed his eyes closed.“Please.” Thin and desperate, the word trembled on the air.“Thank you,” he murmured against Rys’s shoulder, so softly Rys wasn’t certain if he heard the man correctly or not.The light teasing touch left him.Anticipation roared through him, had his ballocks drawing up so tightly they hurt.A blunt pressure pressed against his entrance.“Ah yes.” It was all he could do not to shout the words as he was stretched wonderfully wide.The thick familiar length filled him in one determined stroke.The man began to pull back and then stopped.He went still.Impatient and needy, Rys shimmied.“Don’t stop—”“Quiet.” The coarse, rough quality in his voice vanished.In its place, tense urgency.Then Rys heard it.Footsteps in the corridor coming from the end opposite the servants’ stairs Rys had used.Judging by the sound, they belonged to only one person.Still, one person too many.His pulse skittered through his veins.He fought to stay still, to keep his breaths slow and quiet yet they sounded unnaturally loud.Hell, whoever was in the corridor would surely hear his heartbeat slamming against his ribs.And damnation, he could not drag his mind from the thick cock in his arse, from the luscious stretch that still held the initial sting of pleasure/pain.A shiver racked his body.A hand settled on his hip.He felt the tension, the silent plea for silence, in the touch.Rys bit his lip, biting back the groan, and held his breath as the footsteps passed outside the door.The footsteps faded, then a door snapped shut.A heavy breath whooshed out, blowing across the back of his neck.13BEYOND RECKLESS“Damnation, please move,” Rys whispered, beyond desperate, lust and need honed to a razor sharp edge by the threat of detection.The man’s hand splayed to grab Rys’s hip, fingers biting into his skin.Finally, he moved, finishing that initial backstroke, the flared head teasing Rys’s rim and pulling a moan of utmost gratitude from Rys’s throat.The man hissed through his teeth, then rough and hard, pounded into him.His fierce grip on Rys’s wrist approached the point of pain but thankfully didn’t tread over the line.Forehead resting against the wall, Rys let the man take him, use him, savoring each thick burst of pleasure as the head rubbed his gland.Heavy pants fanned the back of his neck.The deep primal grunts had Rys’s climax hovering so very near.A hand closed around his cock, fingers milked his crown.The orgasm crashed through him.He bit the inside of his cheek but couldn’t stifle the soul-deep groan as he came, coating Martin’s fingers with his seed.Martin rammed hilt deep.On a strangled gasp, Rys’s head jerked up, his overly sensitive nerves jolting against the abrupt onslaught.Ballocks pressed against Rys, his thick cock filling him, Martin stayed still.Wet fingertips traced his bottom lip [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]