brow. He rubbed his jaw against Arthur's; their day's beards a
rough yet tender scrape. “Shall I guess?” he whispered, hot breath tickling Arthur's ear.
Arthur nodded once.
A wink was all the warning he received before Thornton dropped to his knees. He
felt the tugs as Thornton made short work of the buttons on the placket of his trousers.
In the next blink of an eye, his suspenders were unhooked from his waistband, and his
trousers and drawers were at his knees. One swipe of Thornton's hand tucked his
shirttail under his waistcoat. He barely detected the brush of cool air on his erection
before a hand wrapped securely around the base and moist heat surrounded the head.
“Ah… damnation .” Arthur gasped, his eyes closing against the most intense
pleasure. By God, the man knew what he was about. Bobbing along the length, sucking
hard enough to almost pull the orgasm out of him. It had been over a month—hell,
almost two—since he'd been the recipient of such a favor. And never had the favor been
bestowed with such blatant, unabashed skill.
Thornton pulled back until only the crown was held between his lips and then
pressed the tip of his tongue against the highly sensitive slit. A jolt of pure sensation
shot down Arthur's length to his ballocks, his knees threatening to buckle, his eyes
flying open.
Arthur grabbed the edge of the dresser and held on tightly as Thornton picked up
a luxurious rhythm that brought him closer and closer to the edge. Before he was aware
of it, his other hand was threaded in Thornton's soft, thick hair, palm cupping his skull.
Thornton let out a moan that sounded distinctly like approval. Aggression, raw
and stripped bare and completely unexpected, rushed to the surface. Growling low in
his throat, Arthur thrust his hips in counterpoint, fucking Thornton's mouth. Thornton's
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hand, gripping tightly at the base, fell away as he took the entire length of Arthur's
cock. As he let Arthur use him for his own pleasure.
A distinctive sound drew his attention down beyond the decadent sight of
Thornton's hollowed cheeks and full lips wrapped around his length. The other man
had his own trousers unbuttoned, cock in hand. The flushed head poked through the
top of his clenched fist with each rapid stroke.
The climax barreled upon Arthur. His senses narrowed, focused only on the heat
and suction and wonderful, blissful slippery wetness surrounding his prick. And then
his world exploded.
Arthur gritted his teeth to keep the roar inside as he came down Thornton's throat.
Thornton didn't pull back or snap at him for getting a mouthful of seed. The man
swallowed it all, sucking hard as the last tremor shook him, until it became suddenly
too much, the sensations overwhelming his senses.
“Enough,” Arthur gasped, tugging on Thornton's hair, desperate to get him to
stop.
There was a wet popping noise. Then Thornton shot to his feet, his lips slanting
harshly across Arthur's mouth. The hunger and pure need in that kiss… Arthur thrust
his tongue boldly inside, sweeping the hot recesses of Thornton's sinfully gorgeous
mouth. Beneath the salty flavor of his own release and the spicy hint of whisky was the
unique taste of Thornton. Lust flared, igniting his senses once again. With a tug on
Thornton's hair, Arthur jerked the man closer, unable to get enough.
He was vaguely aware of Thornton's arm moving between them: quick,
determined, and furious. Thornton's labored breaths puffed against his cheek, scorching
his skin. Tension gripped Thornton's sleek body. Then he groaned into his mouth. Heat
splashed onto Arthur's prick.
The kiss softened, slowed, lulling Arthur's senses with the heady mix of smooth
lips and the scrape of stubble. His flingers unclenched, slipping out of Thornton's hair,
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his hands shifting to gently cup the man's jaw. He felt the rigidity ease from Thornton's
body, heard the soft murmur of contentment