Chris Owen An Agreement Among Chris Owen

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."Again I stared, watching as he set his glass down and advanced upon me, stepping slowly, carefully.Hunting.God, he was beautiful."You don't see, and if you do, you don't want me.I'm more than able to accept that, Munrow, but I find myself unwilling to play these games, this tease and release."I stood as he walked to me, his pace not changing as he came abreast of me and moved to walk past to the door, clearly intending to leave me.I let him pass me, let him even reach the door, but I had no intention of letting him open it.As his hand touched the knob I spun him around, his back hitting the door with a solid thump as I pinned him there."Blindness all round, I think," I said, holding him there with my body, one hand on the door beside his head the other on his hip."You refuse to see courtesy, me giving you a chance to have somewhere to go.What you see as me rejecting you is respect, Henri.You may very well have had hands and mouths on you before, but 'twas nothing like it will be."I leant close to him, smelling his hair, the brandy on his breath.His breathing was quickening, clearly not through the shock of having me suddenly ambush him.His eyes widened, growing dark as he pushed against me to no avail, succeeding only in pressing his body closer to mine."No more teasing, lamb," I whispered as I insinuated my leg between his thighs, my own heartbeat quickening as my blood flowed faster."You say I only spoke of what you desire? That I don't want you? I want you on your knees, Henri.I want to feel your mouth on me, your tongue as it slides over my skin, over my shaft.I want to taste your sweat, to smell your passion." I nuzzled his neck, licking at the pulse points as he gasped."I want to hear my name on your lips as you gasp for breath, and I swear you'll understand.You'll know that the clumsy, hidden touches you've had before are nothing, not even shades of what you can feel.""Ned," he said hoarsely, shifting against me and rocking on my thigh."Hush, lamb.Listen to my voice." I scraped his neck with my teeth, and he shuddered again, his hands suddenly hard on my hips, pulling at me."You think I don't want you? When all I can see is your eyes? When all I want is to spread you out on my bed and to feast upon your skin? I think about you around me, moving under me.I imagine you astride me, pushing down upon my prick.God, you're going to be so tight, so hot inside when I take you—""Ned!" It was more of a gasp than a cry, but the way that he shook and trembled in my arms nearly made me spend as well, and I had to close my eyes against the beauty of him.His head against the door, his hips still moving restlessly as he strained against me; he took my breath and almost shredded my control."No, no more teasing," I said quietly.I kissed his neck, just under his jaw, inhaling the scent of him and growing ever harder."Get undressed, lamb, and into bed.Now."He stumbled as I let him go, his eyes vague and unfocused.I stood to the side and watched as him as he stripped, wordless and clumsy as he struggled with his buttons and hooks.His cheeks were flushed as he used a flannel to clear away the evidence of his spending, his body angled away from me so I could not see him.He looked at the bed, and then back to me, as if waiting forencouragement.I nodded, and he climbed onto the high mattress, burrowing under the covers until I could see only his face.He watched me intently as I undressed, taking the time to hang my waistcoat and shirt.I had just bent to remove my boots when there came a soft knock at the door.Langton's cases.I glanced at the bed, smiling as Langton vanished under the blankets.Bare-chested, I opened the door and took the cases from the man, not allowing him entrance.His face was familiar, one of the footmen who served the club, and he took my state of undress in stride, simply wishing me a good evening before retreating down the hall.When I'd set the cases aside I resumed stripping, as if nothing had happened.Langton was still buried, hiding under the sheets and blankets, a tight ball in the middle of the bed.I shook my head and smiled, quickly stripping everything to the foot of the bed and leaving him bare on the bed."No hiding, lamb.Not from me." I uncorked a bottle of oil, let him see me leaving it within reach of the bed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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