Page 58 of A Gentleman's Wager

“Almond oil.”

“Almond oil?”

“To ease the way.”

“Oh!”

Vaughan’s thumb pressed against Lucerne’s muscular ring, then a cheeky finger wriggled its way inside up to the knuckle.

“Vaughan!” Lucerne stilled at the intrusion, shocked and wary. It was not unpleasant. In fact, it was surprisingly sweet, particularly when repeated. The oil made the glide silky smooth. Still, this was surely the build up to an act he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to indulge in. The butterflies in his stomach that had temporarily stilled began wildly flapping their wings again.

“Relax.” Vaughan leaned forward and kissed him on the shoulder. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” His hands slid smoothly over Lucerne’s hot skin, adding to the ache of arousal he felt in his loins. “Just tell me to stop, and I will.”

“I…”

“If you hate it, it need never happen again, but you won’t.”

“It’s against God and the law.”

“Like all the best things. That’s why they’re forbidden.”

“Still…” He meant to say more, but his words and thoughts were lost to a groan. It did not make sense how much being touched there stiffened his cock.

“We’ll take it slowly,” Vaughan promised. “Before you know it, you’ll be begging me for this a dozen times a day.” He kissed his way down Lucerne’s spine and then gently pulled his buttocks apart to press the head of his cock against the muscular ring.

Lucerne tensed as the heavy insistent pressure swamped him. He couldn’t help it, as much he realised it would be better to relax. A blaze ran through his loins and into his balls, adding another inch to his already enormous erection. How it would feel to have another man penetrate him? Better or worse than Vaughan’s fingers? He was so well lubricated, Vaughan’s cock ought to slide in easily, yet despite a deal of insistent pushing, he did not make the breach.

When Vaughan moved away, Lucerne groaned loudly at the loss. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Be at ease, Lucerne. We have all the hours of the night, and a host of tomorrows.”

He could not wait for tomorrow. If they were to do this, then it had to be now.

He felt Vaughan’s finger penetrate him again, and more oil being spread over his skin. Vaughan returned to his former position. He pressed firmly and the muscles relaxed. Slick and hot he slid in.

“Oh God!”

That was not… It was everything and more than he’d expected. Vaughan was barely inside him, yet it felt as if he were being stretched beyond endurance. Was this how a woman felt?

Slowly, gradually, a little at a time, Vaughan pushed deeper. For Lucerne, every sliver of progress seemed to magnify the intensity, as if every inch were a yard. Yet, despite the overwhelming sense of fullness and the dichotomous sensations of pleasure and pain, he craved deeper penetration. He tried to push backwards, but Vaughan held him still.

“Ready for more?”

“Goddammit, yes.”

“Thank the blessed lord for that.”

Only with that exclamation did Lucerne realise how tightly Vaughan was restraining himself.

“Fuck me,” he hissed. Then bit his bottom lip, praying he wouldn’t regret his words.

“With pleasure.” Vaughan bit the back of his neck. Then he was fucking Lucerne in short rhythmic strokes that brought them together in a way Lucerne never imagined possible. He groaned ecstatically, clutching desperately at the bedspread as Vaughan’s prick hit a spot inside of him that made stars explode inside his mind. Hot dark pleasure built and ran through him like an opium dream. The sheets rasped against his skin, too rough for his sensitive erection. He closed his eyes, existed for a moment in darkness, outside of time or place, as his orgasm reared and then unspooled. He shot hot semen over the old linen and his own skin.

All at once the sensation of Vaughan in his arse was too raw. Lucerne gasped and thrashed about. Panic rising and stealing his breath. “Please. Stop.”

Vaughan withdrew without question and brought himself to climax with a few quick pumps of his fist. He came with a gasp over the back of Lucerne’s thighs.

Soiled, Lucerne rolled over and looked up at Vaughan. His eyes were virtually black in the dim light and glittered like diamonds, while his skin shone with perspiration, and his mouth formed a red hungry slash. Never had he appeared more sensual, more beautiful. He was enough to make angels weep. Lucerne drew him closer and kissed him with a mixture of passion and tenderness he dared not qualify.