Lustful Gaze (London Loves #6)

by Julie Farrell

“Yeah.”

  “A woman?”

  Harry laughed. “Yes!”

  “Why?”

  “That’s how it is in my culture.”

  “That sucks.”

  Harry chuckled. “It does.”

  They smiled into each other’s eyes. Harry severed eye contact and wrung his hands together nervously. Edward realised that this – what he was about to do with Scott and Paul – was a big deal for him.

  “Would you like a drink?” Edward asked. “Glass of wine? Shot of whiskey?”

  “Oh, no thank you. I don’t drink alcohol.”

  “What? Not at all?”

  “No. It’s forbidden for my caste to eat meat or drink alcohol.”

  “Your caste? Jesus, what’s that?”

  “It’s, like, the hierarchy in Hindu culture. We all belong to a certain ranking. I’m from a higher caste and there’s tons of things we can’t do. It’s all about staying pure and achieving enlightenment in this life – and the next.”

  Edward scoffed. “Sounds totally made up.”

  Harry chuckled. “It is. In fact, it’s becoming illegalised in India because it isn’t nice to put people in such rigid restraints. But it’s hard to shake off.”

  “Okay… Well, would you like a cup of tea?”

  Harry gazed gratefully into Edward’s eyes. “Thank you for your hospitality, but I really am fine.”

  Edward opened his mouth to assure him that he’d be alright with Scott and Paul, but the living room door was pushed open, and the two men strolled in, looking out of breath. Edward had no idea what they’d been doing in preparation – but it’d probably involved something sexual judging by their loved-up smiles.

  Harry shot to his feet as if the queen had just walked in.

  “Harry,” Scott said, “this is my husband, Paul.”

  Paul thrust out his hand and Harry shook it. “Nice to meet you, Harry. Wow, you are an attractive young man, aren’t you?”

  “Thank you, Mr Paul.”

  “Uh-uh,” Scott said playfully. “No ‘misters’ or ‘sirs’ here, please, Harry.”

  Harry laughed coyly. “Sorry.”

  They all stood together nervously.

  “Would you like a glass of wine, Harry?” Paul asked.

  Edward stood up. “He doesn’t drink alcohol – he’s a Hindu.”

  “Oh right, sorry.”

  “I was gonna make him a cup of tea.”

  Harry held up his hands. “It’s okay. I really don’t want anything.”

  Scott squeezed his arm affectionately. “Just relax.”

  “Shall we go to the bedroom, then?” Paul asked.

  “Yeah,” Scott said.

  “Can I come?” Edward asked.

  Scott inspected him for a moment. Then he turned to Harry. “Is that okay with you, Harry?”

  Harry grinned at Edward. “Yeah, that’s totally fine.”

  “Great,” Paul said. “Come on, then, let’s go.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Nervous delight washed through Paul as he and Scott strolled back into their bedroom – followed by Harry and Edward. The atmosphere dripped with sexual tension, and Paul was thankful for the blowjob Scott just given him, as well as the glass of wine they’d shared to calm their jangling excitement.

  Paul was totally comfortable with fucking Scott in front of an audience these days – thanks to Kate Jagger and the sex parties. But today was different. Harry was the hottest guy Paul had ever seen, and the young man was going to be scrutinising every lick, suck, and thrust – which somehow made Paul feel like a horny teenager himself; desperate to impress. Thank god he’d climaxed in Scott’s mouth just now, so there shouldn’t be any worry of ruining things with an early ejaculation. And he was already ultra-aroused, so the chance of not being able to get it up was slim.

  He and Scott sat down on the side of the bed, and Scott leaned over to kiss him. Scott was shaking, too, which was a relief in a way. Paul was glad he was playing the role of demonstration model today and Scott would be giving the lesson – the walls were already crackling with sensual expectation and they hadn’t even begun. There was something kinky about being here with two younger guys – one virgin and one whore. Paul’s lust overwhelmed him as he envisioned Harry and Edward turning the tables and fucking each other for his benefit.

  Scott threw him a filthy grin. “Are you ready to get naked so we can begin the sexual demonstration, muffin?”

  Paul glanced over at Harry who was getting comfy on the lip-shaped sofa. Harry looked away shyly, which made Paul feel dominant. He stood up and stripped off his clothes – resisting the urge to parade his manly erection front of Harry. Instead, he smirked at Harry and sat on the bed with his legs dangling over the side, confident in his nudity. Scott sat next to him and kissed him as if they were in a porn movie, then he reached over and wrapped his fingers around Paul’s cock, making him gasp.

  “Lesson one,” Scott said with a smirk, “the mouth fuck.”

  Paul chuckled, then he glanced over at Harry again. He was sat bolt upright – captivated as if he was at the cinema and the movie was getting to the best bit. Edward was sitting next to him casually watching as he skinned-up a joint – he’d seen this movie before, many times.

  Paul subtly inspected Harry, fully understanding why Scott was so in awe of his good looks. He was incredible – exactly Scott’s type. But Paul needed to ensure that this boy-wonder knew that Scott was his. He could look, but not touch.

  “I’m ready for you to suck me to heaven and back, cupcake,” Paul said. “But first I need you topless – in case I decide to come over your pecs – to mark you as mine.”

  Scott chuckled coyly, then he ripped off his T-shirt before reaching down and grasping Paul’s hard cock. He kissed him tenderly on the lips, and they smiled into each other’s eyes.

  “I’m yours,” Scott said. Then he glanced over at Harry. “Right, Harry, this is how I blow Paul’s mind.”

  They all laughed nervously.

  Scott relaxed and inhaled. “Okay, you start by taking his penis quite firmly in your hand – not too tight, but you know how firm you like to hold yourself, so use that sort of pressure as a guide. I assume you do masturbate.”

  Harry shrugged. “Of course.”

  Edward licked the end of his cigarette paper. “So that’s not forbidden by your caste, then?”

  Paul leaned back on his hands. “Shut up, Edward.”

  Edward smirked and got on with rolling his joint.

  “Right,” Scott said, “make sure you’ve got plenty of saliva in your mouth. Lubricant is helpful in most situations with a man.”

  Scott raised a knowing eyebrow at Paul, which turned him on, making his cock leak.

  “Ah, perfect,” Scott said. “You see this pre-cum? You can use your tongue to mix saliva with it, creating a sticky lubricant. Also, because you’re only licking the end at this point, it’s quite hot for the guy. So it’s like this.”

  Scott bent at the waist and stuck out his tongue. He gently licked the opening of Paul’s cock, maintaining eye contact with him. Desperate arousal rushed through Paul. He gasped, hungrily thrusting his hips towards Scott’s mouth.

  Scott lifted his head and spoke to Harry. “Next, you basically need to tease him by slowly moving your lips down his shaft…”

  Paul watched as Scott sucked the end of his cock like an ice cube. A rush of lust caused his fists to instinctively grip the bedspread. A vision flashed into his mind – Edward and Harry slinking over to join them and all three men focusing on only his pleasure. Paul gripped his thighs, willing himself not to come too soon. He focused his attention back over Scott, who was still sucking and making little grunts of joy. Scott grinned at him with his eyes, then he sat up and licked his lips like a pornstar.

  He turned to speak to Harry. “And when he seems unable to take any more, you plunge your mouth over his cock, taking him deep. Like this.”

  Scott leaned forward and wrapped his lips aro
und Paul’s cock, then he swallowed him down, bobbing his head back and forth in a rhythm. Paul’s muscles filled with tense swirling joy. He reached out to rest his hand on Scott’s hair – feeling connected with his husband as he performed oral ecstasy in front of their young audience.

  He heard Edward’s voice faraway. “You see where Paul’s got his hand on Scott’s head?”

  “Uh-huh,” Harry said.

  “Well, it’s okay to do that – it’s quite affectionate. But don’t be tempted to push him down ‘til he gags, okay? That’s seriously not nice.”

  Scott chuckled, which sent delicious vibrations over Paul’s shaft as he continued to suck him off. Part of Paul’s lust-filled mind simmered with sympathy for Edward – he’d obviously given some nasty blow jobs in his time. But this was now. This was love – and Paul relished running his fingers through Scott’s hair when receiving oral; gently guiding the pressure by pushing Scott’s head and feeling empowered yet gentle. Paul’s desirous gaze rested on his beautiful husband as he continued to lick and suck. The pleasure swam lusciously in his brain and the room started to spin as he realised he was going to come.

  “Yessssss, Scott!”

  Scott stopped suddenly and turned to talk to Harry.

  Paul moaned in frustration. “No!”

  Scott laughed tenderly. “Of course, that’s just focusing on the cock itself. There are also the testicles, which also can be sucked and caressed – carefully, of course. And did you know there’s a sensitive little patch between a man’s balls and his anus, which Paul loves to have licked? Look, I’ll show you.”

  Paul thrust out his hand to caress Scott’s cheek. “No, please – just suck me off – I can’t stand it any longer!”

  Scott leaned up and kissed Paul passionately on the lips. “Okay – perhaps we’ll demonstrate that another time.”

  He lowered himself back down and lifted Paul’s straining erection, so that Harry could see. Then Scott suddenly plunged Paul’s cock deeply between his lips, and Paul instinctively ground his pelvis into Scott’s face – watching as he took him fully in his mouth. He loved to see Scott at work, but this intense pleasure forced his eyes to scrunch shut. The room blurred as Scott sucked harder – hungrily devouring Paul’s thrusting cock.

  Harry’s clinical voice dampened the mood once again. “Wait…”

  Paul’s fist clenched the bedspread. “What now?”

  “Well, this is all very well, but I’m not sure I’ll have the confidence to just go for it, like you do, Scott.”

  Scott sat up and loosened his grip on Paul’s cock. “Sometimes you’ve gotta fake it ‘til you make it, Harry. If you pretend to be this amazingly confident guy, then you’ll feel more confident, and things will go better. Just make sure you suck, lick, and play with his cock. And listen to the noises he makes. You’ll know by his reaction whether you’re doing it how he likes. If you give him lots of attention and kiss and lick around his erection – thighs, balls, maybe a bit of rimming – then he’ll be putty in your hands. Or rock-hard in your hands, I should say! Isn’t that right, muffin?”

  Paul opened his mouth to agree, but the sound of a flint striking caught his attention. Edward lifted his lit Zippo towards the joint in his fingers.

  “Do not smoke that in my bedroom!” Paul shouted.

  Edward released the flint and the flame went out. He smiled playfully. “Sorry, Paul.”

  Scott grinned. “Someone’s getting frustrated! I’d better finish you off.”

  Paul smiled gratefully. “Please, will you?”

  “Sure, babes. Here I come!”

  Scott bent to continue, but Harry stood up and wandered over, then he sunk down on the bed next to Paul. Scott and Paul stared at him – he’d crossed over into their space and they were both keen to see what he planned to do.

  “Please continue,” Harry said. “I just wanted a closer look.”

  Scott glanced at Paul, then he bent to suck the end of Paul’s cock. Paul could feel Harry’s clothed-thigh on his bare-flesh, which spurted pure lust through his twanging body. Scott quickly eased into a sensual rhythm, and Paul prepared himself to climax.

  Harry’s voice said: “May I try?”

  Scott glanced up at Paul. “Er… well, it’s okay with me, if Paul’s happy?”

  Paul’s cock twitched, desperate to ejaculate. “Erm…okay.”

  Scott continued to hold Paul’s erection up as Harry leaned over Paul’s lap and licked the end of his cock. Paul had never experienced another man this intimately, and he suddenly didn’t know where to look, so he looked at Scott. They shared a smile. Paul relaxed, and Scott let go of Paul’s cock for Harry to take. Harry raised his eyes and threw Paul a smouldering glance, before lowering his head and wrapping his lips around Paul’s shaft, just as Scott had showed him.

  “Fuck,” Scott whispered.

  Mesmerised by the sight of this young stud sucking off his man, he unzipped his own jeans and eased his hand inside.

  Paul glanced down and saw Harry try to make eye contact – as Scott had told him he should – but Paul couldn’t look at him. He wanted to gaze at Scott, who’d now fully untangled his erection from his jeans, and was running his hand up and down, getting himself into the same rhythm as Harry’s bobbing head. Paul leaned over and kissed Scott, and they both giggled. Paul wanted to bend and take Scott in his mouth, but his own pleasure overwhelmed him, so he eased his tongue into Scott’s mouth and kissed him passionately, leaning his weight onto him, as Harry sucked him off below.

  It was a strange sensation, kissing Scott yet being sucked off by someone else. Paul’s sense of reality suddenly blurred – adopting a dream-like quality – and a wave of pleasure encompassed him, soaring up through his thighs and zapping delight through his body.

  “Harry, move!” Paul panted. He gently pushed Harry’s head out the way – assuming he wouldn’t want a mouthful of cum. Harry pulled back and Paul grinned as he shot his load over his naked stomach, experiencing one of the best and dirtiest orgasms he’d ever had.

  He blinked himself back to reality and reached out for Scott’s cock – taking over his handjob and kissing him – ignoring Harry now. He twisted his body and pushed Scott to lie down, intending to suck him off, but actually, Scott suddenly ejaculated with a cry of joy. He beamed as his stickiness shot out over Paul’s fingers. Then he panted as he fell back to earth and they grinned hysterically at each other. Paul reached out and caressed Scott on the cheek, feeling closer than ever to his gorgeous husband. All this time he’d been terrified that including someone else in their love might ruin everything. But actually, Paul’s pleasure had been enhanced by it – and so had Scott’s, it seemed.

  Paul lowered himself into Scott’s arms and they laid there together.

  “Did you enjoy that, muffin?” Scott asked.

  “God yeah! It felt so hot – kissing you and looking at you, but feeling that happen down below. Thank you so much!”

  “Well, I didn’t do anything.”

  “You did – you did everything. I love you, Scott. So much.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Paul rested his head down on Scott’s soft chest as sleepy contentedness drew him in. Scott squeezed him in his strong arms. Paul knew they should probably say something to Harry – perhaps a thank you? Or would that be awkward? But at the moment, he just wanted to lie here with the man he loved. They could talk about everything later.

  ****

  Edward couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. How bold of Harry to go over there and join in, when he was supposed to be watching and learning! Edward cynically wondered what he was playing at. Was he trying to come between Scott and Paul? Or was he merely seeking experience – as he’d said?

  Harry plodded back to the sofa and flopped down next to him. He rubbed his eyes wearily, as if the last hour had sapped all his energy.

  “Did you plan that?” Edward asked. “That last bit? The joining-in bit?”

  Harry glanced over at Scot
t and Paul. They were lying in each other’s arms, whispering and giggling like young lovers.

  “I needed to practise on someone I trusted,” Harry said.

  Edward opened his mouth to say he could’ve practised on him. But that would’ve sounded like a line. He breathed and tried to get a grip on his own arousal – it’d been incredible to watch the gorgeous Harry do that to Paul – who was pretty gorgeous himself.

  Edward smirked. “You’re such a show-off.”

  Harry chuckled. “It wasn’t my intention to be.”

  Edward grabbed his joint from behind his ear and fiddled with it. He wished he could take a couple of drags to calm his nervous desire – but he respected Paul’s smoking ban – and he certainly didn’t want to get slung out of this lovely home. He tried to extinguish the growing flame in his heart – and his underpants – for the beautiful man who was so casually sitting beside him.

  Harry was staring over at Scott and Paul as they kissed on the bed.

  “I know how you feel,” Edward whispered. “Sucks, huh?”

  “What?”

  “You feel used? Cast off? Like, you did that for them, but now you’re being ignored. It happens to me all the time. They love you while you’re sucking them off, but then they just wanna get back to their normal life.”

  “You’ve done that for Scott and Paul?”

  “What, no! My clients. You know what I do… did for a living.”

  “Oh. No, it’s okay. They don’t owe me anything. I’m glad they enjoyed it. It’s the least I can do.”

  “Yeah, right, okay.”

  Harry shifted on the sofa as if he planned to leave, which sent panic through Edward’s heart. He needed to keep him here – he wasn’t ready to lose him yet. Small talk… Come on, Edward.

  “Just to warn you,” Edward said, “you’ll need to be careful in Brighton. You’re gonna get a lot of male attention.”

  Harry leaned back into the lip-shaped sofa. “Well, that’s good. I know what to do now. It’s actually quite easy. Did you see how quickly it happened?”

  Edward chuckled kindly. “Don’t give yourself all the credit! I think Scott might’ve played a part in that.”