When all the buttons were undone, Orley pulled the fabric down Chester’s arms, not speaking a word as more of Chester’s body was put on display for him. He laid the dress on top of the apron and collar and set about removing Chester’s petticoat; he untied and pulled it off. His cock was achingly hard in his trousers, and he desperately wanted to reach down to release himself, but he would not stop for anything. He had waited for what seemed an eternity to see Chester unclothed, and he would see him now, even if it killed him to do so.
Kneeling before Chester, Orley slid the slippers off his feet and ran his hands up the slender, toned legs. He stood—though his injured leg protested the movement—and lifted Chester’s chemise over his head and slid his drawers down. He went to grab his cane but stopped when Chester knelt before him.
“Is it my turn now, my lord?”
Orley looked at Chester and saw the way Chester’s eyes had grown dark with passion, and glancing down he saw that Chester’s erection was dark and leaking. Nodding, he sat down on the bed and stretched out his legs to allow Chester to undress him. He watched as the thick tresses of Chester’s hair fell forward when the young woman bent forward to pull off his boots, and unable to help himself, Orley reached out to trace the bumps in Chester’s spine. He watched as Chester shivered from his touch, and he allowed his fingertip to drift farther down to the crease of Chester’s derriere.
“Y-Your Grace. I am a-afraid I will be unable to un-undress you if you persist in distracting me with such a maddening action,” Chester said breathlessly.
Orley grinned and brought his finger up to his lips and sucked it into his mouth. He felt Chester’s gaze on his face and heard the young woman gasp. Orley knew he was affecting Chester’s virginal sensibilities, yet at the same time, the idea of feeling Chester’s body surrounding him or, even better, tasting the most intimate part of Chester on his tongue, had him feeling deliciously wanton.
He slid his feet free of the boots when Chester finally pulled them off, and lifted his hands up to his cravat to help with his own disrobing. Though he’d taken precious time unclothing Chester, revealing each sweet, tantalizing inch of delectable, light brown skin for his eyes and lips to feast upon, he couldn’t wait to be free of his own cumbersome fabrics. He wanted to press his tight, burning flesh against Chester’s. Orley tossed his cravat onto the floor haphazardly, not being as careful with his clothes as he was with Chester’s.
His breath caught as he felt Chester’s hands on the buttons of his breeches, and he paused in his own ministrations to watch Chester closely. The young woman’s slim fingers trembled slightly as Chester hesitated before sliding each button free of their hole. Orley’s breathing sped up, and he struggled to calm himself so as to not alert Chester to his own excitement and anticipation over being undressed by him. It was difficult, however. While many women had unclothed Orley in his thirty-some odd years, there was something about knowing this was Chester’s first time that thrilled him. The knowledge that the touch upon his burning flesh had never touched another so personably was driving him to distraction, and Orley was aware he must turn his mind to other things if he did not want to spend too quickly.
He thought of his estate, his horses, even the taste of laudanum, anything but the delicious touch of Chester’s hands now removing his breeches from his legs. It was difficult to do, his erection straining against the front of the fabric, and Orley looked up at Chester, who had captured his bottom lip between his teeth. He wanted to smooth the bruised flesh with his tongue and made a promise to himself that he would as soon as Chester was beneath him on the mattress. The image of Chester’s nude form spread out before him, his full lips parted and begging for Orley to take him, made Orley impatient, and he ripped the rest of the clothes from his body.
Chester chuckled. “Have you grown tired of waiting, Your Grace?”
Orley growled low in his throat. “I find myself in need of you, my lady.”
Chester sat back on his heels and spread out his hands displaying his body to Orley’s hungry gaze. “Here I am for your pleasure, my lord.
Do with me as you will.”
Taking Chester at his word, though still promising himself to be as gentle as possible, Orley sat up and clutched Chester to him, burying a hand in Chester’s hair, his other hand grabbing the round globe of Chester’s rear. He planted his lips onto Chester’s mouth and kissed him soundly. Their breathing and groaning echoed loudly in the room, and Orley pulled Chester onto his lap, shuddering at the feel of Chester’s ass on his groin.
He kissed his way down Chester’s neck to his shoulders and nibbled there, sucking the flesh, determined to leave behind a mark of their night together. It would not be their only one, Orley was sure of that, but Chester was unaware of Orley’s claim on him. It was no matter, he would know soon enough.
“M-my lord… Orley. C-could we not… p-perhaps… move this… o-onto the… b-bed?” Chester gasped out as Orley tilted him back and licked and nibbled at his nipples, the pebbled dark brown nubs fascinating him.
Orley looked up and grinned at the desire he saw pooling in Chester’s gaze, and nodded. “Surely,” he agreed. He lifted Chester away from him and turned to look for his cane. Finding it, he gripped the handle and used it to hoist himself up, gritting his teeth at the dull ache in his right thigh and calf as he did so. He glanced at Chester to see if the young woman was staring at the scars that littered his skin or the deep grooves of discolored flesh that hadn’t healed properly, but when his eyes connected with Chester’s, he realized that Chester’s eyes were still filled with passion and desire. Chester wasn’t looking at his leg or his cane, Chester was looking at his erection, his chest, his face… him.
Chester saw Orley. The full package, not the broken man.
Orley took Chester’s hand and walked with him over to the bed, then after leaning his cane against the wall, Orley turned back to Chester. Chester lay on the bed, the coverlet and sheets turned down, watching him with a nervous smile on his face. Orley ran the fingers of one hand up one of Chester’s legs, over his knee, to his hip and back down. He watched as Chester’s dick, which lay hard and leaking fluid upon his stomach, twitched, and he grinned.
“Do not fear, Chester. While there will be discomfort, I will endeavor to bring you as much pleasure as is within my power.”
Chester nodded. “I know, Orley. It is just that I-I did not expect my first time to happen this way….”
Orley stared down at Chester in question. He looked around the room. “In what way?”
Chester chuckled and shook his head. “I had the same dreams that all little girls have when they are growing up and do not know any better. I thought my first time would be with the man I was married to.”
Orley bobbed his head in understanding. “We do not have to do this if you are of two minds, my dear.” He stopped stroking Chester’s side.
Chester grabbed Orley’s hand. “Oh no, Orley. That is not what I want at all! Please, you misunderstand.” He sighed, bit his lip, then grinned brilliantly up at Orley. “I have come to the realization that I would rather have this night with you than look back on my life in regret because I was holding out for a fantasy that never existed. Because this is a fantasy come true. A fantasy I never even realized I could have.”
Orley leaned down and captured Chester’s lips with his own, kissing him fiercely, the young woman’s words touching him deeply. He stroked Chester’s skin and plucked his nipples, before taking Chester’s cock in hand and tugging on it gently and then more firmly.
Orley pushed his body down the mattress, allowing his tongue to trace down Chester’s skin, until his mouth was even with Chester’s groin. He grinned up at Chester when he heard the sound of confusion from above. Opening his mouth wide, Orley slid his mouth over the tip of Chester’s penis and took Chester deep into his mouth. The taste of Chester’s cock overwhelmed Orley, and he luxuriated in it. He closed his eyes and hummed in delight.
“Oh heavens above,”
Chester gasped.
Orley lifted his mouth and chuckled. He licked up from the base of Chester’s erection to the head, swirling his tongue around the tip before dragging his tongue back down to the bottom. He sucked on Chester’s bollocks before licking down past them to Chester’s entrance. He pushed Chester’s legs up and braced them on his shoulders.
“M-my lord! O-Orley! W-what in heaven’s name are you doing down there?” Chester asked. He leaned up and glared down at Orley.
Orley waved his hand at Chester. “Lie back down, Chester. You will enjoy this, I assure you.”
“I highly doubt that, Orley. You are aware of what occurs in that… area?” Chester’s hand gestured.
Orley laughed again. When was the last time he’d had such fun in bed? Not just in bed, but at all? Even with his friends, a cloud of gloom always hung over him, but here, with Chester, it seemed to have disappeared. Such a thing must be rewarded. Treasured.
Without another word, Orley lowered his head and swiped his tongue across Chester’s puckered entrance.
“Oh heavens above,” Chester groaned. “Why that is….”
“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” Orley agreed. He set about his task with renewed vigor. Licking, sucking, tasting, he used his tongue to probe Chester’s hole with a determination he had not given to much of anything for quite some time. Chester squirmed on the bed, and Orley reached up with one hand to grip the young woman’s hips and keep him still as he continued to lave at Chester’s crease with his tongue. The deep, dark, musky taste of Chester’s body exploded in Orley’s mouth, and he was hungry for more, desperate for it. He buried his tongue deep inside Chester, his face pressed against Chester’s rear, both of them groaning, while Orley humped the mattress beneath him.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside Chester right now, with all haste.
Pulling free, Orley rose up and leaned over Chester, who stared up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, panting as if he had just finished running a foot race, his hands grasping for Orley. Orley leaned down to plant a small kiss on Chester’s forehead, even as he grabbed the oil that rested on the night table. He poured a liberal amount in his open palm and coated his cock. He lowered his fingers to Chester’s crease and locked eyes with his soon-to-be paramour.
“Relax your body, love,” he directed.
Chester nodded, and Orley slid the tip of one finger past Chester’s sphincter, the heat of Chester’s body surrounding the digit. He pressed it deeper and smoothed his other hand over Chester’s torso when he felt the young woman start to tense. He hummed softly and twisted his finger as he pulled it out until just the barest tip remained inside. He pushed it back in and continued until he felt Chester relax, and moved on to adding a second digit.
It was not a quick process, and Orley was patient as he waited for Chester’s channel to stretch enough to accommodate his girth. Once he could easily thrust three fingers in and out of Chester’s body, and Chester lay panting and pleading for Orley to come within him, Orley withdrew his fingers and placed the blunt tip of his cock at the entrance to Chester’s body. Looking down into Chester’s eyes, Orley felt his breath catch in his lungs. This moment was beyond special. Not only for Chester, as the young woman was losing his virginity, but for Orley as well. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was about Chester, this maid who served in the home of one of his oldest friends, but Chester had touched one of the deepest parts of his soul. Orley knew he would be forever changed after this.
He was just unsure if it would be for the better.
Moving his hips forward by slow increments, Orley glided his cock deep within Chester’s rectum, groaning all the while, Chester’s breathless cries a magnificent harmony in his ears. As Orley finally came to a stop seated within Chester’s body, his pelvis resting against the curve of Chester’s ass, he dropped his head forward, gasping. He clenched his hands into fists on either side of Chester’s head and struggled for control.
He shivered as he felt Chester’s gentle touch on his forearms and up toward his shoulders. When Chester buried his fingers in Orley’s hair and pulled his head down, Orley’s own blond hair spilling free and falling over them like a shield from the world, Orley felt hot tears flowing down his cheeks. He wanted to apologize to Chester. He wasn’t sure exactly why he was crying, he had certainly never done so before, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the same tears rolling down Chester’s cheeks.
With a groan, Orley fell forward and took Chester’s mouth as he started to roll his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Chester’s tight hole. His tears dried and sweat began to form on his skin as he drove himself forward into Chester’s body. Pleasure wrapped itself around his groin, winding its way up his torso and over his shoulders, then down his back and into his feet. Orley was exploding with bliss, and he buried his face in Chester’s neck, chanting the young woman’s name over and over like a prayerful litany as he pounded his thick length into Chester’s channel.
Chester’s nails raked over Orley’s back, adding new marks to the ones that already decorated it and Orley could only moan at the sensation. He licked at Chester’s ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth as his bollocks drew up tight to his body. He could feel his seed rushing up to the head of his cock. Orley lifted up slightly and gripped Chester’s hardness in hand and stroked once, twice, until the space between them filled with the liquid heat of Chester’s pleasure.
Orley was finally able to let go of his own fierce passion, and he tossed his head back, gritting his teeth as he growled low in his throat and trembled as his cock spurted shots of hot semen deep within Chester’s tight, clenching hole. Orley trembled through it all, tiny aftershocks of a rapturous, satisfied craving still tingling throughout his form. He whispered Chester’s name until he finally fell forward onto his hands, and looking down into Chester’s face, he gave him a smile.
Chester grinned up at him and brushed away Orley’s hair, then trailed his fingers down over Orley’s cheek.
“That, my lord, was more than any fantasy I could have ever imagined.”
Orley kissed Chester’s fingers. “It was quite the same for me, my lady, I assure you.”
Chester placed a hand to his lower stomach and groaned in agony. Closing his eyes, he breathed through the pain and prayed that his turnting would soon be over. When the wave passed, he opened his eyes and returned to walking toward the garden. He was filled with bittersweet feelings at the thought of his assignation. He was meeting Orley— or perhaps he should start thinking of him as the Duke of Whitcomb again—for one last time before the man returned to his country estate in Wilts. Chester was putting on a brave face for his swain, or his soon-tobe former swain, but inside he was dying.
And not just from the fact that his uterus was turning over inside him from lack of a babe.
Each month it felt as if his insides were being forcibly turned inside out by some almighty fist. First squeezed mightily to the point of tears and then twisted in his gut. Chester almost wished that he were increasing, just to be free of the experience. Though if he were enceinte, he would have to endure the sholfting, and he’d seen the fear that constantly filled Lady Lucien’s eyes when His Grace talked of it with the other women. Chester wasn’t so sure which was worse.
“There you are.” Orley’s voice pulled Chester out of his inner turmoil, and Chester smiled at his man’s pleasant tone. “You look beautiful as always, in spite of your malady.”
Chester grimaced. “It is absolutely horrid. Be grateful that you are a man, my lord. For the Lord has seen fit to spare you of this detestable offense.”
Orley’s face pulled into a sympathetic expression, though Chester was sure the man would never be able to fully appreciate what women had to endure every month. Perhaps if Chester were to try to inflict some sort of pain similarly onto the man he would be able to fully understand.
Glancing briefly at the cane that Orley was never without, Chester felt chastised. No doubt Orley did in fact understand the pain
he felt, for Orley lived with pain on a consistent basis, though he never complained of it, sometimes foregoing his dose of laudanum even though it helped him sleep, because he did not like the dreams it caused him to have.
“Did you take your laudanum this eve, Orley?”
Orley grinned. “Nay, I did not, Chester. Though I do find myself warmed at your concern for my well-being. Come.” He gestured to Chester. “Sit with me and tell me about your day.”
Chester shook his head and stepped forward. “You know that you should take your laudanum every night as the doctor has prescribed so you will not have difficulty walking the next day.”
“Yes, dear,” Orley teased with a wink, stretching out his leg and helping Chester to sit next to him.
Chester let out a long moan of pain as another wave of discomfort shot through his abdomen. He bent over, wrapping his hands around his ankles, a position his mother had told him about, and hoped the position would not cause his padding to shift. He flinched and relaxed when he felt Orley’s hand on his back, turning his head to the side to look up at the man seated next to him.
“Mayhap you should take a sip of my laudanum yourself to ease your own suffering?” Orley offered, concern evident in his blue gaze.
Chester gasped, and he straightened, shaking his head. “No, Orley. That is for you. Your pain is much worse than mine. My own illness shall see itself vanish within hours, perhaps another day or two, but yours?” Chester looked down at Orley’s leg and felt his eyes fill with tears. “Pray do not offer it again. I would not have you give me something you need far more than I do.”
Orley placed his hand on Chester’s belly and began to massage it gently and though Chester wanted to focus on Orley in that moment he found himself groaning at the easing of his own discomfort. He sighed and leaned against the back of the bench, his eyes closing for a brief second at the sensation. He threaded his fingers with Orley’s much larger ones and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. How he would miss the feel of Orley’s hand upon his body when the duke left.
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