Page 23 of The Labours of Lord Perry Cavendish
Perry gave a bark of astonished laughter. “That’s ridiculous,” he said. “And it sounds a bit messy.”
“The drooling would have to be undertaken from a distance,” Jonny agreed, shrugging. “Although perhaps you would make an exception for me?” He waggled his brows suggestively.
Perry chuckled. “I think that could be arranged,” he said. “Were you hoping to do some drooling tonight by any chance?”
Jonny grinned. “Amongst other things."
“Well, in that case, could we go to your bedchamber now, so you can do your drooling in private?”
Jonny’s grin widened.
* * *
“May I help you off with your clothes?” Jonny asked once they were ensconced in his bedchamber, with the door closed and quietly locked behind them. “I’ve always thought I’d make a marvellous valet.”
Perry laughed again, though this time his amusement was tinged with a note of panic that made Jonny feel absurdly tender towards him.
“All right,” Perry said breathlessly.
“You stand here,” Jonny said, steering Perry into the middle of the room. “And let me do all the work.”
He did not hurry. He undid each fastening with care, relishing the slipping of each button through each buttonhole and the slide of the superfine coat from Perry’s shoulders.
Perry’s cheeks were flushed, and his breathing grew short, betraying his nerves and excitement. Jonny loved that he tried to hide his reaction—and that he failed. Loved that Perry was so transparent and worked-up. So eager for Jonny’s touch and attention, even if it was only because this was so novel for him.
Soon, he was half-naked, and Jonny paused, stepping back to enjoy for a moment the sight of the man, bared to the waist, his lightly furred, powerful chest on perfect display.
Jonny reached down to adjust his own painfully hard cock inside his pantaloons, enjoying how Perry’s gaze dropped to follow the movement.
“Oh, Peregrine,” he breathed. “You really are soverynice to look at. I’m trying to go slowly, but it’s not easy. I’m itching to pounce on you.”
Perry gave a strangled laugh. “Pounce away! I’m worried I might spend before you even get my drawers off.”
Jonny laughed, delighted by this confession. “Very well, let’s tackle those boots. Sit on the edge of the bed, will you?”
Jonny stripped away Perry’s boots and the rest of his clothes in short order, till the man stood naked in the middle of his bedchamber, as glorious and mighty as Hercules himself.
And good heavens.That cock.
Perry’s embarrassment was as keen as before, but his eyes glittered with lust as Jonny unabashedly eyed his cock. Jonny loved the contradictions in him—embarrassment warring with lust, unease with desire. One day Perry wouldn’t blush like that anymore, and it was a damned shame, Jonny decided. He felt lucky to be the man who got to see this fleeting side of Lord Peregrine Cavendish.
It wasn’t that Jonny had any particular penchant for introducing virgins to the pleasures of the flesh, but this transient moment—this awakening of Perry—was something he felt privileged to witness, and to share in.
“My dear,” he said, stepping closer and softly trailing his fingertips down that powerful chest. “Do you have a particular desire for anything? Or shall I decide?”
“You decide,” Perry whispered. “Whatever it is will be wonderful, I’m sure.”
Christ.The perfect trust in those eyes.
“All right,” Jonny said. “Lie down on the bed for me, will you? On your back?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Ride you like a steed, my dear,” Jonny assured him with a grin. “Just as soon as I get my things off.”
Perry gulped, but he obediently went to lie down and wait.
Jonny’s undressing took far less time than Perry’s had, since Jonny didn’t linger over it at all. Soon he too was naked and rifling through his vanity case for the jar of scented grease he had specially made for this purpose.