My Regelence Rake

by J. L. Langley

  Colton, however, didn’t seem to have any reservations. He wrapped a hand around Sebastian’s cock. A wicked gleam lit his eyes, and he tugged, leading Sebastian by his dick. “Come here.”

  With pleasure. Sebastian’s patience came to an end. He had to do some touching of his own. Climbing onto the bed, he faced Colton. Their mouths met as he took Colton in hand. Together they fumbled and stroked until they ended up with Sebastian sitting on the bed and Colton straddling his legs.

  Nipping his chin again, Colton soothed it with a quick peck. A soft smile flitted across his face, and he planted his hands in the middle of Sebastian’s chest and shoved.

  Sebastian fell on his back with a bounce.

  “I always knew you’d be this beautiful.” Colton explored Sebastian’s chest, working down his stomach and back up.

  Not only did the way he rubbed over Sebastian’s skin feel wonderful, but the sheer enjoyment on Colton’s face was mesmerizing.

  Colton paused in his slow, mind-numbing caresses, fell to Sebastian’s side and propped himself on his elbow. “Tell me how to make you feel good. I’m not entirely certain I know what to do, but I take direction well. I want to please you.” His gaze strayed to Sebastian’s lips, and he toyed with the ends of Sebastian’s hair along the side of his neck. It tickled but was also relaxing. It made Sebastian want to close his eyes and bask in the pleasure.

  “You? Take direction well?” Sebastian chuckled. “You most certainly do not. You absolutely hate being told what to do.”

  “I’ll make an exception this once.”

  Where had that deep gravelly voice come from? Sebastian gave thanks he was lying down at the moment because he was certain he’d melt into a boneless puddle otherwise. First, Colton had defended him at the auction and now this. No one had ever asked him what he wanted. Instead they informed him what they liked. “Everything about you pleases me.”

  “Good.” Colton pressed his hand against the side of Sebastian’s head, bringing him forward, and covered his mouth with his. He probed with his tongue momentarily before sliding down his body, kissing his way lower and lower.

  Sebastian hissed at the feel of warm lips tickling his stomach. He knew exactly where this was headed and wanted the same thing himself. “Colton, turn around.”

  A pair of languid eyes peered up at him from above his lower stomach. Colton’s lips were already red and swollen. He was the very picture of debauchery. He widened his eyes as what Sebastian wanted dawned on him. He turned himself around as Sebastian rolled to his side.

  Gripping the narrow hips, Sebastian pulled them forward until the tip of Colton’s dick touched his lips. He stuck out his tongue, and warm heat closed around the head of his cock. He froze when all he wanted to do was grab the back of Colton’s head and surge forward. “Bloody hell.”

  Colton half-moaned half-chuckled, sending vibrations up the length of Sebastian’s cock. He released Sebastian only to take him in his mouth again. Several times Colton repeated the action.

  Lost in a haze of pleasure, Sebastian squeezed Colton’s arse and dragged him forward. He sucked Colton between his lips and slid the heated flesh all the way to the back of his throat, showing Colton by example what to do. The salty-sweet taste of precome infused his mouth and made him want more.

  The slow, teasing kiss on his own cock continued. Colton didn’t manage to go more than halfway, but he was a quick study and used his hand to compensate.

  Sebastian’s testicles drew up more, and his cock throbbed. Fingernails raked over his arse cheeks, making him sensitive to the air. Had anything ever felt so good? A finger teased his crease, slowly working its way toward his arsehole.

  Sebastian closed his eyes in bliss. Dust, he loved a finger up the arse while being blown. Please, he silently pleaded.

  The tickling caress continued for several seconds, just grazing the place he wanted it most, and disappeared entirely. More precome flitted across his tongue and then the finger was back, slick now, pushing inside him. Sebastian groaned around Colton’s cock.

  Sebastian pushed back on the questing digit, wondering how much more he could take. Just the idea of what Colton was doing had him ready to blow. Sebastian released the lovely dick from his mouth and panted. He couldn’t even speak it felt so good. This was his seduction. He was supposed to be sweeping his new consort off his feet, and here he was reduced to gasps and grunts.

  Colton kissed his cock, swiping the top of his tongue across the tip, and sat up, his finger still in Sebastian’s arse. He too was breathing hard. A nice pink flush had washed up around his shoulders and chest. His hair was in disarray, his beautiful eyes dazed. He sat there for several seconds, his chest muscles flexing with every breath. A line of perspiration trickled down the center of Colton’s chest, and Sebastian wanted to catch it on his tongue. He moved to do just that when Colton shoved Sebastian onto his back and pushed his legs apart with Colton’s free hand. Colton’s finger sank deeper only to pull back and plunge in again, his attention glued to his actions.

  A moan forced its way out of Sebastian’s throat as he clenched his arse. He needed to take charge. To get up and make love to his consort. Colton deserved to be worshiped and coddled.

  Sebastian stared at Colton’s mesmerized profile and reveled in the attention he bestowed. What was the matter with him? Good heavens, he had not bottomed in years. It was just expected that he’d take charge. His reputation was no exaggeration. He was an accomplished lover and good at seduction. He was in his element controlling how things went, and at the moment he wanted nothing more than for Colton to fuck him senseless. What was wrong with him?

  “Tell me what to do,” Colton whispered and ran his free hand over Sebastian’s lower abdomen. He bent and placed a kiss below Sebastian’s navel, raking his fingers through the dark hair above Sebastian’s cock. “I don’t know what you expect of me.” Tilting his head, Colton rested his cheek against Sebastian’s hip, but his attention never strayed from Sebastian’s face.

  The pressure in his arse increased, and he realized Colton had added another finger. Sebastian touched Colton’s cheek. He couldn’t not. Why had it taken him so long to realize what a gem he had? He’d worked so hard to escape Colton’s attentions, and for the life of him he could not come up with one good reason as to why. “You’re doing wonderfully, sweeting. All I want is for you to be you.” Because that was enough. It was more than he’d ever had. “What do you want?”

  Bloody hell, Colton was so beautiful he almost hurt one’s eyes. That must be why Sebastian’s eyes were watery. Sebastian blinked and continued to stroke Colton’s cheek. It was smooth and soft. The image of Colton when he was determined to have his way, with his set jaw and determined brow, flashed into Sebastian’s head, and he grinned. How could something hard and unyielding be soft?

  “I want…” The rosy flush on Colton’s chest spread up to his cheeks even as he continued to finger Sebastian’s arse.

  Now he’s blushing? Sebastian chuckled and crooked his finger. “Come here.” It was time he wrested control back. Time to become the seducer instead of the seduced.

  Removing his hand, Colton crawled forward in a move that would make a practiced courtesan envious.

  Sebastian growled and bit down on Colton’s shoulder when it came into reach.

  Colton shivered against him. The sound ripped from him was the sexiest thing Sebastian had ever heard. He had to have Colton. Now. Rolling to his side and taking Colton with him, Sebastian held his hand under the discreet lube dispenser on the side of the headboard. Once he had a decent amount of the warmed substance in his hand, he wrapped it around Colton’s cock.

  Colton’s caressing hands and innocent kisses on his neck and chest ceased. He arched into Sebastian’s hand and threw his head back. The tendons in his neck strained, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. His skin glistened.

  Sebastian’s sweet, innocent, provocative consort needed no further assistance. Colton rolled them back to their original position a
nd spread Sebastian’s legs. He gathered some of the lube from Sebastian’s hand and rubbed it on Sebastian. Seizing his cock from Sebastian’s grasp, Colton pressed the head against Sebastian and sank slowly inside.

  With a gasp and wide eyes, Colton braced himself with his hands on each side of Sebastian’s chest. “Sebastian?” His voice came out in a strangled murmur.

  Sebastian moaned and fought letting his eyes roll back in his head. Bloody hell, it felt better than he’d remembered. Sex toys were no substitute for a flesh-and-blood man. Bringing his knees up, Sebastian cupped the gorgeous face, looking down at him in awe, and dragged Colton forward for a kiss. The movement sent Colton’s cock deeper inside him, and they both cried out. “Move, sweeting.”

  “Like this?” Colton bucked forward, keeping his upper body off Sebastian’s.

  Sebastian longed to pull that lovely firm chest against his own, but he rued messing up the delicious angle of penetration. “Just like that.” His stomach quivered and his cock ached for stimulation. He pushed into Colton’s every thrust, hurrying him up a bit.

  In no time, Colton had a nice rhythm, driving them both toward climax. The sounds leaking from his mouth were nearly as exciting as the movement of his hips.

  Sebastian wanted to see Colton. Watch him. Memorize the way he looked in this exact moment.

  Colton’s thrusts sped up and faltered. “I—I— Oh dust.” He froze, his pelvis mashing into Sebastian’s arse, cried out and came. Colton’s eyes snapped shut. The muscles in his shoulders and stomach strained. Even with his face contorted in ecstasy he was beautiful.

  Sebastian’s muscles clenched, and heat rose up his body. The pressure and passion built. He gripped his own cock and began stroking, racing for completion.

  Colton collapsed over him for a moment, panting, sweat dripping down his temples onto Sebastian’s neck. Abruptly, he scooted down the bed. His cock came free with a gush of semen.

  Shoving Sebastian’s hand away, Colton grabbed Sebastian’s cock. Instead of stroking like Sebastian expected, Colton took the head into his mouth and used his hand as he had earlier. It was awkward and nowhere near as good as Sebastian’s own hand, but it didn’t seem to matter.

  Sebastian’s vision whited out. Every sensation coalesced in his testicles and exploded forth. He vaguely registered the sound of gagging. When his mind finally caught up with his body and the last remnants of pleasure trickled to a stop, he realized he had his hands buried in Colton’s hair. “Bugger.” He opened his palms and jerked them up. “Colton? Are you all right?”

  With watery eyes, Colton gave him a crooked grin. A smear of semen dabbed his chin. Clearing his throat, he nodded. He lay down and rested his head on Sebastian’s hip, his nose and chin nearly touching Sebastian’s spent cock, and closed his eyes. The soft smile never left his face.

  A strange ache started in Sebastian’s chest as he brushed the hair off his new consort’s forehead with an unsteady hand. What in the galaxy just happened? He’d never experienced anything like that before. Deep down he’d known Colton would be this passionate, but Sebastian had never imagined Colton would take command of the situation and grab hold with both hands. Their first time together exceeded Sebastian’s preconceived notions, but it also confused him.

  Sebastian had lost all sense of control. His stomach grew queasy. This marriage was supposed to have been a way to save Colton, but Sebastian suddenly felt as if he was the one who needed saving.

  Chapter Fourteen

  January 17, 4831: Townsend Castle.

  “Father? You wanted to see me?” Rexley stepped inside the study door. Not a hair was out of place, as usual. The tan trousers and maroon morning coat emphasized his broad shoulders and long legs.

  Steven smiled. Everyone said Rexley looked like him, but Steven disagreed. Rexley was a much better looking version of him. And thank galaxy he’d gotten his Cony’s height. Colton was the tallest of the boys, but Rexley was only about an inch shorter.

  “Yes. Yes. Please come in. Do you have a free moment?”

  “For you? Absolutely. I was just about to have money transferred to Colton’s account so we can break ground early next week, but it can wait a few hours.” Rexley strode forward, grabbing a chair on his way and situating it in front of the desk. A wrinkle creased his brow as he took a seat. “Is this about Ashbourne?”

  Steven chuckled. He’d known Rexley had taken over his cousin’s estate from the beginning. His chest swelled with pride at the skill with which Rexley had taken the estate that was merely breaking even and made it prosper. His son was a brilliant man. “No. But I know, as everyone else does, that you took over management of Ashbourne for Dalton. Does Dalton yet realize how wealthy you’ve made him?”

  Rexley shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve sent him reports. He should have some idea if he bothered to look over them. Which he probably didn’t. When he returns home permanently, I shall take him to task over it.”

  No doubt he would too. Steven winced just thinking about it. Rexley had an intimidating stare. It was never what Rexley said but rather how he said it and the look on his face when he did so. Steven loved taking Rexley to meetings with him and watching even the oldest, most outspoken lords squirm under his icy regard when they spoke out of turn. He’d make a helluva king one day.

  “How is the Winstol estate business coming along? I understand you took over management for Aiden and Nate.” Steven drummed his fingers on the desk.

  “It’s going.”

  “Uh-oh. Did the manager I appoint not do a good job?”

  “The manager did fine. He just continued with what the last marquis did. Marcus really was brilliant. Much more intelligent than his father, I might add. He made a lot of improvements, but in the thirteen years or so he hasn’t been in charge there’ve been vast improvements in farming techniques.” Rexley rested his elbows on the arms of the chair, steepled his fingers together and sighed. “My biggest issue at the moment, however, is pinning Jeremy down to go over things with me. He needs to learn how to run the estate, but every time I mention working on it he blanches and remembers something he has to do.”

  Steven chuckled.

  Rexley’s lips twitched.

  “Speaking of Trouble… Jeffers, have you informed Lord Winstol we’re waiting on him?”

  “I have, Your Majesty. He is on his way,” the butler answered.

  “Jeremy is joining us?” Rexley pinned Steven with that blasted stare of his.

  Steven would not squirm. “Yes. What I’ve got to say involves him as well.”

  A rapid slapping noise echoed in the foyer.

  They both turned to look at the door.

  The flapping grew louder until Trouble appeared at the door. His cheeks were flushed, his platinum curls tousled, his cravat crooked and on his feet were a pair of white bunny slippers. In one hand he held a rapier and in the other his blue morning coat.

  Steven bit his lip to keep from laughing at the picture he made. Trouble had grown a good three inches in the last year, and his face had taken on more maturity. He was becoming more handsome than cute, but he was still adorable. With his personality he could be no less.

  “You wanted to see me?” Trouble huffed out a breath. “I got here as fast as I could.”

  “I can see that.” Steven motioned to the door, still fighting his mirth. “Shut the door and come take a seat.”

  Trouble put his coat over the other arm and closed the door.

  “Jeremy, where are your boots?” Rexley asked, coming to his feet and meeting Trouble halfway.

  “I couldn’t find my black ones, and the brown ones pinch my toes.”

  Rexley straightened Trouble’s cravat, took the morning coat from him and held it open.

  Trouble turned and put one arm in, switched his foil into the other hand and stuck the other arm through the sleeve before facing Rexley.

  “How in the world were you fencing in those?” Rexley pointed to Trouble’s feet and buttoned the coat. He brushed
off the shoulders, stepped back and gave an approving nod. They really did complement one another well.

  “Not very well. I kept tripping.”

  The scene was so domestic it made Steven’s nerves ease a bit. He sensed victory. He’d been right in calling this little conference. He cleared his throat. “Well then. Trouble, grab a chair.”

  Rexley relieved Trouble of his weapon and laid it on the loveseat as Trouble gripped the back of the other chair and began dragging it across the floor with a horrendous screech.

  Steven cringed.

  Wincing, Rexley retrieved the chair from Trouble, picked it up and set it next to his.

  Trouble shrugged. “Oops. Sorry.” Taking a seat, he fumbled with his cravat.

  “Go on, Father. What did you wish to speak to us about?” Without looking, Rexley caught Trouble’s hand, pulled it away from his cravat, placed it on the arm of the chair and patted it.

  Oh yes, this was going to go just the way Steven wanted it to. Raleigh would praise him for his noble deed and everything would continue as planned. Steven grinned. He loved it when a plan came together. “Boys, I’ve found a way to break the betrothal contract.”

  “No!” Trouble bolted from his seat and shook his head.

  Frowning, Rexley reached forward and caught Trouble’s hand. He tugged until Trouble sat back down, but Rexley didn’t let go. “I appreciate your effort, Father, but it’s not necessary. The betrothal stands.”

  Elation filled Steven. It was like a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He gave in to his smile. “Good, good. If you are certa—”

  “Yes.” Trouble leaned over and gave Rexley a quick peck on the lips.

  When Trouble moved to sit back in his chair, Rexley caught his chin. He tilted his head and pressed his lips to Trouble’s.

  Moaning, Trouble opened his mouth.

  Rexley took complete advantage and deepened the kiss.

  Steven swore he saw tongue. His mouth dropped open, but he couldn’t force a single sound out. This cannot be happening. With him sitting right there… Watching… Bloody hell… Dust, that was one heck of a kiss.