Sebastian’s heart was thundering so loudly he was surprised no one else in the room could hear it. His body—all of it!—was stiff with rising lust. He was incapable of moving and barely able to breathe.
Nathanial withdrew his hands from Anne’s chest. “I doubt Sebastian has ever met anyone like you,” he told her. His hands were moving behind her and Sebastian wondered if he even dared speculate that Nathanial was loosening her dress.
“You should explain yourself to him fully and comprehensively,” Nathanial continued. “I am sure he will find your charms quite overwhelming.”
“I think he already does,” Anne said with the same slow, knowing smile at Sebastian.
Her dress sagged, revealing more of the chemise beneath. Nathanial whipped away the lace modesty panel covering her breasts and pushed the top of the striped satin dress down to her waist.
Anne pulled her arms out of the sleeves while Nathanial pulled at the ties holding her petticoats in place, while Sebastian held his breath. He wouldn’t….
But he did. The petticoats dropped to the floor, and the dress with them, leaving Anne standing in a puddle of satin and linen, her chemise covering her only to mid-thigh.
“You…you’re not wearing…pantalets,” Sebastian breathed, shocked into speech.
Anne’s eyes were sleepy, her smile slow. “I’m not wearing anything under this,” she told him, sliding the hem of the chemise up her leg, revealing more and more of her thigh.
“You will push Sebastian into heart failure with much more,” Nathanial warned her.
Nathanial was obviously enjoying himself. That steadied Sebastian somewhat. If Nathaniel thought Anne’s behavior to be merely amusing, then Sebastian needed to respond in kind.
Anne continued to draw the chemise up her thigh, revealing milky flesh, then a hip, then the luscious curve above the hip. She gripped the bottom of the chemise in both hands and pulled it up over her head in one movement.
Now she was indeed naked, except for the stockings that stopped just above her knees, and her shoes with their satin bows. Sebastian stared openly, for he knew she wanted him to. She had a figure that was full and curvy. Her breasts were heavy, lush things, the tips rosy and tight with pleasure. The junction between her thighs was neat and trim. She was irresistible.
But still, Sebastian made no move to rise from the table. He didn’t understand the game that Anne was playing, but instinct told him he should remain where he was until she invited him over. Would she invite him to join her? Or was her intention merely to tease him with possibilities?
But she came to him. She stepped over the pile of discarded dress and petticoats and walked over to him, her hips swaying in a most enticing way, the breasts moving very little. Then she shocked him anew by stepping over his knees so that her thighs straddled him. She reached down and tugged at the belt of his robe, pulling until the knot unravelled and the belt fell away. The robe fell open, revealing his own nakedness and his cock, which was rampantly erect.
Sebastian squeezed his fists hard, to stop himself reaching for her, as she ran her finger along the length of his cock. It was like the touch of a feather, but it brought his lust to full boil.
The fingers of her other hand rested at the top of her thigh, very close to where they joined. They moved restlessly…
It was far too overwhelming. Sebastian acted before he knew he was about to. He stood and reached past her to push the remains of his dinner out of the way. Then he laid her on the table, spread her knees and rammed his cock into her, driving himself in to the hilt in one thrust.
He paused, his whole body throbbing with the sensuousness of the moment, breathing hard.
Anne was smiling at him. “Do that again,” she said. “Do it harder.”
Sebastian drove into her, helpless to do anything but obey her command. He had taken women before, but they had never been like Anne, who was so enthusiastic about the act. It pushed his pleasure higher. He was going to spend himself more quickly than he had done since becoming a man.
He choked back his groan as he spurted into her, and gripped the table edge hard.
As soon as he withdrew, Anne rolled off the table and stood up. She was smiling.
“Anne,” Nathanial said. “Come here.”
Sebastian had forgotten that Nathanial was in the room and that someone had witnessed the entire carnal act. But Nathanial did not seem to be disturbed by what he had witnessed. On the contrary, he seemed pleased.
He unbuttoned his breeches as Anne moved over to where he stood by the fire. When she reached him, he turned her so she had her back to him, and bent her over, so that her derriere was facing him. Anne smiled and put her hands on her knees, bracing herself.
Nathaniel glanced at Sebastian. “Come and help me,” he said shortly as he took a good grip on Anne’s hips.
Help…? Sebastian had no idea what Nathanial intended, but he moved over to the fire, the robe swinging freely around his ankles, as Nathaniel pushed the front of his breeches aside. His cock emerged, long and red. He guided it into Anne.
“Stand in front of her,” Nathanial told him as he placed his other hand on her rear.
Sebastian’s heart leapt with shock and building excitement. Did she intend…? He had heard of whores doing this service, but no woman he had ever bedded had considered the idea appropriate much less interesting.
He stepped around in front of Anne, his cock already at attention. She reached out and gripped his shaft with her small hand, drawing him close. Then she opened her lips and closed them around him.
Sebastian groaned aloud at the delicious, intoxicating sensation. Her lips were firm around him, her mouth hot and moist. The tip of her tongue stroked under the head of his cock and in reaction, Sebastian shot his hand out, burying it in her mahogany curls, and clenched hard. His hips were flexing, thrusting him deeper into her mouth, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Through his half-closed eyes, Sebastian saw that Nathanial was thrusting into her, his eyes on her rear, where he entered her. His jaw was held firm as he rocked in and out of her.
Anne moaned around Sebastian’s cock. It was an arousing sound, vibrating against his flesh.
Sebastian’s breath came in ragged spurts. He was going to come again. He wondered whether she wanted him in her mouth when he did, but did not worry about it. The pleasure of her mouth and tongue and the touch of her teeth were too wonderful.
Nathanial spent himself with a low groan, slamming into her with hard strokes. Then he withdrew and walked around Anne to stand next to her shoulder and watch, his breeches open and revealing all of him. Sebastian glanced at him. He was a tall figure of a man, standing more than an inch taller than Sebastian, who most reckoned as tall to begin with. His chest and shoulders were thick with muscle, while his belly was rippled.
Nathanial stepped around behind Sebastian and he felt him slide the robe from his shoulders. “I would like to see without obstruction,” Nathanial murmured.
Sebastian let the robe slide from his arms. He was completely naked now, but felt no awkwardness, not when Anne was feasting upon him in this way. It was taking most of his attention.
Nathanial stepped around to watch, once more. Now, he was as naked as Sebastian and Anne. He watched Anne work. “Are these delights to your taste?” he asked softly.
Sebastian swallowed. “Most assuredly.” His voice was hoarse. His pleasure was building to the peak once more. The crawling, squeezing sensation at the pit of his belly was building. His eyes drifted closed.
“Are you not glad you stopped for ale, now?”
Sebastian could barely think. The pleasure was building, stealing all his attention. His fingers curled into tighter fists, gripping Anne’s hair. Then his pleasure exploded, and he emptied himself into her mouth in hard little jerks of his hips. It was the most astounding sensation he had ever experienced. He heard himself cry out, but it was not a noise he made voluntarily. It was pulled from him.
Was it Anne’s
lips on him, or Nathanial’s observation that made it such an intense experience? Or both of those things? He didn’t know. He only knew that he felt more alive than he had in years.
Gratitude coursed through him like a warm wave. Anne was standing up, the back of her hand wiping excess moisture from her lips. She wore the same small smile she had been wearing when she turned to look at Sebastian, her hands resting on Nathanial’s chest.
Nathanial had incited this. He had turned her and offered her to him. He had directed Sebastian to stand in front of her. Nathanial had orchestrated all of it.
Sebastian turned to Nathanial and kissed him. It was meant as an expression of thanks, and nothing more, but as soon as his lips touched Nathanial’s, he drew in a sharp breath as a deeper, different pleasure touched him.
Realizing what he was doing, Sebastian stepped back, shock slithering through him.
“No,” Nathanial said quickly as Sebastian opened his mouth to speak. Nathanial pressed a finger against his lips and shook his head. “Do not apologize,” he said, and his voice was a rough as Sebastian’s had been. He looked into Sebastian’s eyes as his finger lifted and the hand curled around the back of his neck. Slowly, an inch at a time, Nathanial drew him closer.
Sebastian let himself be drawn. There were hundreds of thoughts and questions cascading through his mind, too many and too quickly for him to consider properly. The overwhelming sensation that settled in his heart as Nathanial pulled him closer was a sense of rightness.
Nathanial pressed his lips against Sebastian’s once more. It was a slow, almost hesitant kiss. But it was delightful. It was different from a woman’s kiss, and a woman’s kiss was a pleasure. But this was... Sebastian could not think of why it was different. It was better – infinitely better than any kiss he had ever received.
Then Nathanial groaned and his tongue thrust into his mouth. Sebastian shuddered as pleasure coursed through his limbs, hot and silvered. He forgot to think. He almost forgot to breathe.
Emotion, he whispered to himself, in his head. There was emotion in this kiss. Overwhelming, warm, passionate emotion.
When Nathanial finally released him, Sebastian did not step away. He did not trust his limbs to hold him up, if he tried to use them for anything more complicated that standing right where he was. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the man in front of him.
Nathanial was studying him, his gaze roaming over his face.
That was when Anne stamped her foot. As she was still wearing her shoes, the sound was loud and startlingly. “He’s mine, damn your eyes, Nathanial!” she cried, her hands on her hips.
Nathanial had not looked away from Sebastian. He began to smile. It was a warm, rich expression. “No, he’s not,” he said simply.
“Oooh!” she replied, stamping her foot again. She flounced over to where the pile of silk and linen still sat on the floor and bent over to pick up her chemise. “You’re stealing him!” she snapped and pushed her arms into the garment with hard thrusts. She pulled it over her head and yanked it down about her hips with furious movements.
“I don’t think Sebastian is the sort of man that would let himself be stolen by anyone,” Nathanial replied, still calm. “He has too much pride.”
“Words!” Anne spat. “You met him this morning! It’s typical of you, Nathanial. You turn everything into a melodrama.”
“Perhaps,” he agreed. “But this time I am right.” He held out his hand. “Come back here, Anne. You can still be a part of this.”
She picked up her dress and petticoats, wrapping her arms around the bundle as best she could. Then she looked at Nathanial with contempt. “You know I don’t do that.” She turned and marched to the door, her behind swaying under the thin chemise. At the door, she swiveled and caught at the handle with one hand and pulled it open by stepping backwards, then kicking the door fully open with her heel. She glanced at them one last time. “If you break your promise to help me with Lady Wandsworth, Nathanial, I will find a way to make you regret it.”
“Your scheme is quite safe,” Nathanial assured her.
She walked out, letting the door swing shut behind her.
Chapter Three
“Where is Anne going?” Sebastian asked, staring at the closed door. “She is undressed!”
“I imagine she will pick the lock of someone else’s room, and step inside to finish dressing. I have never worried about Anne. She is quite capable of taking care of herself. She had done it all her life.” Nathanial strode over to the door and turned the key, locking it.
He came back to where Sebastian was standing by the fire, his gaze fixed on him.
Sebastian swallowed again. His heart was beating irregularly. It felt like he was on the very brink of some enormous event, but he didn’t know what that might be.
When Nathanial reached him once more, Sebastian drew a steadying breath. “You should know, Nathanial, that I have never….” He couldn’t speak the words.
Nathanial studied him gravely. “You have never been with a man before?”
Memories tapped at his thoughts. Harsh ones. Dark ones. Pain. The hot beer-ladened breath fanning his face. Big hands holding him down.
“No,” he said quickly, then shook his head. “I mean yes. That is not my concern. It isn’t a concern. It is a confession.” He stopped himself from babbling and drew another breath. “I have never kissed a man before.”
“Ah…” Nathanial gave him a small smile. “You’re very good at it, for someone who has never done it before.”
Sebastian could feel the heat of a blush in his cheeks. “I liked it,” he said flatly. “It seemed…right.”
“It did, didn’t it?” Nathanial agreed. He curled his hands around Sebastian’s shoulders. “I would like to do it again.”
“As would I.” His voice was tight with anticipation.
Nathanial pressed his lips against Sebastian’s and it was as wonderful as the first kiss. Wonderful and so different! His heart began to thunder in his chest again. He tried not to think of what lay ahead, for thinking of it brought all the old memories swimming to the surface. Instead, he focused on the delight Nathanial’s kiss gave him.
His body tightened, the deepening pleasure circling and arousing.
Nathanial’s hand slid over his buttock, cupping it, making Sebastian’s hip jerk in response, a little thrust that signified how agreeable Nathanial’s touch was to him.
Nathanial drew him closer, until their bodies were pressed tightly together, their tumescent cocks pressed against each other’s bellies. His fingers stroked Sebastian’s back and rear.
This…gentleness was unknown to Sebastian. The tenderness was novel and very nice. It let him relax and reach for Nathanial, sliding his hand along Nathanial’s well developed arms.
Nathanial slid his lips from Sebastian, down over his chin, to his throat. It was a unique sensation, just like all the novel feelings he was experiencing. Nathanial’s lips pressed against the base of his throat, on the side of his neck.
Sebastian’s breath was ragged, as if he had run his heart out. His excitement was building far more rapidly than it had with Anne. He never wanted this to end, though.
Nathanial stepped away from him, and picked up his hand. “Come,” he said, his voice low. He led Sebastian into the bedroom, with the big, high bed, and Sebastian’s heart leapt even higher.
Nathanial opened the wardrobe and pulled from the bottom of it a small bottle, which he sat upon the small table next to the bed. Sebastian looked at it curiously. “What is that?”
“Oil,” Nathanial said. “It eases your way and ensures there is no pain.”
Sebastian’s mouth opened. “No pain? Is that possible?”
Nathanial glanced at him sharply. “You have not willingly been with a man before.”
Sebastian shook his head. It did not seem to be a shameful thing to admit it. Not to Nathanial.
“Oh, Bastian….” Nathanial sounded sad. He moved closer and pressed his hand ag
ainst Sebastian’s jaw. His thumb stroked over his cheek. “I will not hurt you.”
“I don’t care if you do. Not you.”
“I will not. You will find this as pleasurable as anything you have ever experienced.”
Sebastian didn’t know what to say. There was still a small pocket of fear in him, despite the reassurance he felt.
Nathanial kissed him briefly. “Lie down,” he directed. “On your back.”
Puzzled, Sebastian did so, pushing the rumpled covers aside. Nathanial tugged at his knees, demonstrating great strength, pulling him closer to the side of the bed, to the point where his rear was just at the edge. Nathanial spread his knees, and curled his fingers around Sebastian’s cock.
Sebastian drew in a sharp breath, almost a gasp. The sensation was almost overwhelming. His cock stirred under Nathanial’s touch, for he was drawing his fingers up and down the length of him.
Sebastian gripped the sheet with both hands. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Nathanial knew exactly what was the most pleasurable pressure, the best stroke…. When his other hand cupped his balls and squeezed, Sebastian cried out.
Nathanial bent and slid his lips over the end of his cock and this time Sebastian reared up in reaction, reaching for his head. It was the most glorious sensation!
But Nathanial pushed him back down upon the bed. “Stay still. Enjoy yourself,” he ordered, then plunged his cock back into his mouth.
Sebastian gripped the sheets again, desperately, as Nathanial worked his magic. When Sebastian was sure he could withstand not a second more of it, without spending himself in a hard rush, Nathanial straightened and reached for the bottle. He poured some of the oil into his hand, watching Sebastian. He was smiling.
Sebastian tried to recover his breath. Tried to calm his heart. But now he knew what was about to happen, and his high state of excitement let him anticipate it with pleasure.
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