Page 41 of Provoked

Without waiting for an answer, Balfour moved downwards to trail his swollen lips over David’s balls.

David cried out at this new sensation, then again when Balfour softly sucked David’s sac into his mouth, playing with the delicate contents, using his tongue and lips to tease them.

By now, David was making bargains with himself. So far, and no farther, but he made no protest as Balfour broke past each silent limit until his broad palms were pushing David’s thighs even wider and his hot mouth was pressing against the impossibly tender skin below David’s scrotum and moving down to probe the tight entrance to his body.

At that first touch of tongue on his anus, David’s back arched and his cock bobbed, painting his belly with a dab of fluid. He shouted some profanity, and his hands twisted into the bedcovers. His mind couldn’t grasp it—Balfour’s mouth—there!Soft lips and wet tongue moving against his most intimate flesh. The lewdness of that impossible kiss.

Balfour raised his head from his task, revealing a flush of red across his cheekbones and eyes that were glittering wildly. His gaze travelled over David’s exposed body and spread thighs.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and, as ridiculous as the words were, David’s immediate reaction was to feel moved, though the instant the feeling coalesced into thought, he rejected it. Instead he surrendered himself to the physical sensations that Balfour was igniting in him, ignoring the persistent little voice in his mind that was telling him to stop before this went any further.

Balfour teased David’s hole with his mouth while working his shaft with one big hand, and all David could do was pant and moan as he was thoroughly serviced. He’d never experienced anything like this before. Flat on his back in a comfortable bed, being catered to like an emperor.

Just as he was contemplating allowing his crisis to take him, Balfour reared back, and, with his eyes fixed firmly on David’s face, inserted his index and middle finger into his own mouth, wetting them thoroughly.

“What…?”

“Don’t worry. It’s just my fingers. You’ll like it, I promise.”

And then he was bending down, his mouth engulfing David’s cock once more, his fingers circling maddeningly, exploring the entrance to David’s body.

Oh God, was he going to allow this? It wasn’t buggery, but it would certainly be penetration. Part of another man’s body entering his own. Something he’d decided he’d never allow.

Balfour took the decision out of his hands. He pressed his spit-slick finger firmly against David’s anus, pushing inwards, making David gasp as his body relented, permitting Balfour entrance. His finger was thick and invasive. Entirely wrong and utterly right. Coupled with the hot, wet silk of Balfour’s mouth on his cock, it was the most extraordinary sensation David had felt in all his life.

David felt sure he couldn’t possibly last a moment longer. But there was more to come. Balfour rocked his hand, getting David used to the invasion, then withdrew and pressed in again. More this time—two fingers? He couldn’t be sure, the hot mouth on his cock a constant distraction. Again the rocking hand, and then—Dear God! What was that?

David yelled out at the flash of unspeakable pleasure. It was no sooner over than it was back again, coinciding with the brush of Balfour’s clever fingers inside him. Again and again Balfour touched him like that, till David was whimpering and pleading incoherently. And then, finally, with one last deep, internal caress, and his hot mouth imprisoning David’s rigid flesh, Balfour brought David to an orgasm like no other he’d ever experienced.

David cried out, bowing his back, his cock pulsing as he emptied his balls into the other man’s mouth. He glanced down, almost coming again when he saw Balfour’s strong throat muscles working as he swallowed David’s spend, the pale gold breadth of his perfect shoulders crowding between David’s spread thighs.

David sagged back against the pillows, feeling utterly boneless; he was unable to do anything but watch as Balfour rose to his knees, bracing one fist on the pillow next to David’s head, and taking himself in hand. His arm moved in a blur as he worked himself, his gaze fixed on David’s face, his mouth set almost in a snarl. Mere moments later, his own climax was shooting out, coating David’s chest and belly with his seed before Balfour collapsed on top of him, panting.

For a minute, they lay there, Balfour’s spend cooling between them, his hot breath in David’s ear.

David didn’t know what to do next. He’d never lain in bed with a man before. Had never been fully naked with anyone like this.

After a bit, Balfour moved away, extricating himself from their tangled limbs and flopping down onto his back beside David. David felt oddly bereft. He stared at the ceiling rose while the reality of what he’d just allowed began to slowly dawn on him. He couldn’t bear to look at Balfour though he felt the man’s gaze on him.

He waited for Balfour to speak, to break the silence with one of his provoking comments, but instead, Balfour sat up and swung his legs off the bed. Standing up, he crossed to the sideboard to pour water from a jug into the ewer. Taking a washcloth, he cleaned his hands and groin. When he was finished, he wet another cloth and brought it to David, handing it to him expressionlessly.

“You’re welcome to stay the night,” Balfour said, donning a dressing gown as David cleaned up. David felt sure the invitation wasn’t genuine. The offer was spoken politely, as though Balfour was offering tea to an uninvited guest. A hollow feeling began to grow in David’s gut.

“Thank you, but it’s time I left.” He sat up, searching the floor for a few moments with his eyes before he realised his clothes were all in the sitting room.Christ.Nothing for it but to get up and walk across the room naked.

Steeling himself, he got up and made his way into the sitting room, where he began to pick up his crumpled clothes. Eventually he became aware of Balfour lounging in the doorway between the two rooms, silently watching David dress. A strange tension seemed to vibrate off him.

“At least admit you enjoyed it,” Balfour said after a while, his tone faintly hostile.

David looked up from fastening his breeches. “I never said otherwise.”

That didn’t seem to mollify Balfour at all. He stared balefully at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” David asked quietly. He wondered if the other man had resented David’s lack of active participation. Generally, David tended to do most of the work in his encounters, but tonight he’d lain back and let Balfour do everything.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Balfour snapped.

David’s hands stilled. He waited. He’d cross-examined enough witnesses to know a pregnant silence when he heard one.