The Accidental Mistress (31 page)

He grinned as he gave himself up to the sensations, thinking of the times he’d done this sort of thing himself, lavishing kisses on an exposed nipple as part of a total pleasure package to arouse a punter.

He’d mostly done women here at the Waverley, though, and he’d never dreamed in all that time that the tables might be turned, and he’d be the one ravished and overwhelmed by a generous lover.

‘Good?’ enquired Tom, looking up at him, then extending his tongue to wickedly flick and tease, swirling it around the erect little nub.

‘Yes! Hell, yes!’ Brent growled, digging his hands into Tom’s thick curly hair, forbidding him from interrupting his task. It was such a simple thing, but so exciting it made him pant for air, lifting his hips and pushing himself against his lover’s body. He nearly howled when Tom began to stroke and tweak the other nipple as he sucked.

The man was divine. He knew just what to do, and older now, he was far slower and more subtle than on their first encounter. And Brent, older now, could appreciate him so much better.

After kissing and teasing Brent’s nipples until he was half out of his head, Tom shimmied back up to kiss him again. Fired up, Brent attacked eagerly with his tongue, gripping hold of the other man, and rolling both their bodies over the bed, until he was on top. It wasn’t an act of dominance … he wasn’t sure what it was … but he wanted to give now, to pay back for the delights he’d received.

He kissed Tom hard, rocking against him, working their groins together, loving the pressure of an equally hard cock against his. Slithering a hand beneath his partner, he gripped and squeezed the firm musculature of Tom’s glorious arse.

‘Jesus, man … yes,’ gasped Tom. He was the man straining and arching now, pressing back against Brent. ‘Yes!’

For several minutes, they worked themselves against each other, rocking on the bed, muttering, laughing, touching, smiling.

‘Shall we strip off?’ said Tom eventually, the slight shyness in his eyes, despite everything, completely adorable. Brent
longed for him to strip, so he could kiss this new angel in his life all over, every inch.

‘Hell, yes,’ he said, then kissed Tom again. ‘But let me undress you. I’d really like to do that. Unwrap my gift …’ He grabbed another kiss, like another delicious treat.

‘OK.’ Tom sat up, his eyes on Brent’s, his demeanour softening, becoming passive. A great, atavistic surge of possessiveness rose through Brent like a wave, and he reached for the buttons on Tom’s shirt, working them open quickly and parting the garment.

Ooh, nice, just as tempting as he remembered. The lean physique, latent with whippy strength. A little dark body hair, but not too much, just the right amount that Brent admired … especially the provocative arrowing that pointed south, beneath Tom’s waistband.

Unfastening his lover’s cuffs first, Brent eased the shirt off Tom’s shoulders, first one, then the other, letting the fabric rest at his wrists in a slight, yet meaningful containment. Leaving it thus, he kissed Tom again, his mouth plundering, then moving on, kissing the other man’s jawline, and his throat and the sensitive spot beneath his ear. As he kissed and nipped he could sense Tom wanting to shake off his shirt, but not doing so, respecting the way it bound him. Brent’s mouth moved onwards, and just as Tom had done to him before, he bent down and sucked the older man’s nipples, first one, then the other, delicately biting.

Tom shuddered wildly beneath his mouth, inciting him. Brent nibbled, teasing with little nips, and tugs, savouring his lover’s grunts and exclamations of pleasure.

‘God, strip me off, man. I need to be naked,’ Tom cried at last, shaking at the sleeves of his shirt. Brent sprang to comply, tugging at the garment, then going for Tom’s
fly, manipulating the button and zip in double-quick time.

Tom’s underwear was dark grey, and his erection huge beneath it, pushing at the cloth. Brent scooted down the bed, and peeled off the other man’s socks, then pulled down his jeans, as Tom came up on his elbows, lifting his bottom.

The denims went flying across the room, and Brent doubled right down to kiss the mighty bulge beneath the soft dark jersey. Tom’s cock stirred from the contact, lively, eager. Even as he rubbed his face against the hidden cock he yearned to see again, he could feel Tom himself plucking at his waistband to rid himself of his underwear.

As Brent sat up again, clutching his own groin, the yearning was so great, Tom stripped off the last barrier, and the briefs went the way of all the other clothing, to the floor.

Oh, what a gorgeous cock … Thick and sturdy, well-shaped, pointing high and ready. Brent bent forward again and kissed it, loving the heat and the velvety texture of Tom’s shaft. He let it slip and slide against his cheek, bussing it with his closed lips, then opening his lips and kissing, but not taking it in. Tom gasped, ‘Oh man …’ when Brent lingeringly licked him.

The taste was foxy, but celestial. Brent used his tongue boldly, but after a moment, Tom caught him lightly by a lock of his hair and made him look up.

‘Oh Brent … Brent … let me see you too. I want your skin against mine. All of it.’

Brent struggled to comply without shaking. His fingers wouldn’t work properly as he tried to unbutton his cuffs, but Tom helped him. They worked as a team, divesting Brent of shirt, socks, jeans, shorts …

‘Oh baby, yes,’ whispered Tom, and a great wave of yearning crested inside Brent’s heart as the other man pulled
their bodies together. It had been so long since they’d touched each other, so long since Brent had wanted to be touched, so long since he’d done anything sexual that mattered. Mattered for
him
.

But Tom and his body and his … his magic, did matter. Brent’s eyes misted as they lay along each other, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock. He dug his hands into Tom’s thick nut-brown curls and manoeuvred their mouths into perfect alignment for another perfect kiss. A full body kiss as well as a meeting of lips.

They kissed and licked and tasted each other for minutes on end, swirling their tongues, as they swirled their hips, pelvises against each other. Their hands travelled, meeting again the zones they’d met those years ago, but more leisurely now, touching with maturity and with a greater wealth of experience and emotion. Brent shivered finely, again and again, almost overcome. Not with lust, well, not with lust alone, but more, so much more.

‘We don’t have to do the Full Monty, you know,’ said the older man, nipping at Brent’s ear. ‘We don’t have to rush anything. I … I think I want this to be the start of a thing, not a thing in itself.’ He kissed where he’d nipped, gentle and soothing. ‘Maybe I
am
rushing … in a way … but hell, I do want to know you better. In other ways, not just cock stuff, you know?’

Brent almost sobbed, astonished by the intimacy. By the offer of what he’d been wondering whether he might ask for himself, at the right moment. Hearing Tom’s words was like liquid happiness being poured over them, as they lay there, body to body. It ripped away the fatalistic ennui that always hovered over encounters like these, the emptiness that came from the knowledge that this was all it would be.

This wasn’t all it would be. There could be more. More than he dare contemplate right now.

‘Thanks … yes … I don’t know …’ He laughed, and felt Tom’s body shake lightly as he shared the laughter. ‘Hell, just listen to me … like a virgin on his first date. Barely believable, isn’t it? I don’t know quite what I want, but I know I want something.’

‘Me too … Me too … All I know is that I want to come, with you, and that I want you to come.’ Tom’s hand moved over Brent’s arse as he spoke, caressing, a slow gentle stroke. ‘I’m not sure I want to fuck yet … or to be fucked … but I
will
… soon. When the time’s right.’

Sex, for himself, with men, had always been frantic, Brent realised, rocking in time to Tom’s stroking hand. Even with Steve, it’d often been kind of desperate.

But this wasn’t desperate. It was easy. There was no need to strive, to fret. All good things would come, in time.

‘Well, if you don’t want to fuck,’ he said, feeling a rush of mischief now, of power born of a lack of pressure and expectation, ‘how about this?’ Slithering his hand between their bodies, he took a measured but decisive hold on Tom’s cock. ‘And this?’ Slowly he began to pump, letting his cradling fingers glide over the hot skin, the vibrant, pronounced veins.

Tom pressed his face against the side of Brent’s neck, and Brent could feel the smile, and then, the beginnings of heavy, panting breaths.

‘Mmm … yes,’ the older man said, working his hips, riding the strokes, ‘that will do nicely … oh yes, very, very nicely …’ He kissed Brent’s throat, his tongue matching the motion of his hips, and Brent’s fingers. ‘And afterwards … something nice …’ His breath caught as the flesh Brent was cradling jerked and leapt … ‘something just as nice for you.’

And it would be nice. Very nice. Unbelievably nice.

As nice as the warm, silky semen pulsing and spurting over Brent’s fingers and on to his thigh.

‘You’re trying to distract me,’ accused Lizzie, panting. John’s kisses were voracious, but was there a bit of calculation about them? Was he trying to dazzle her with lips and tongue, with his hands and the weight of his body?

Trying to make her breathless so she simply couldn’t task him and quiz him about anything but matters of sex?

‘Yes, I am,’ he answered, lifting his face from hers just an inch, bewitching her with his eyes, this time, from the closest of close quarters. His pupils were black, like dark stars, glinting in the firelight. ‘I’ve been away from you for days, and I haven’t fucked you. What do you expect me to do? I’m just an idiot man with a raging hard-on.’ He gave her a hard kiss, and rocked his pelvis against her. ‘And I had it all the time you were taking me to task about being too controlling. I can’t help myself.’

‘And now you’re still trying to control me … with this.’ She wiggled her hand between their bodies and cupped him. With a flex of her fingers, she exerted her own kind of control. Her blond devil-angel was not going to have it all his own way.

John fell still. She had him now. He could shake her hand off him if he wanted. Dominate her with his body and his strength, and the force of his personality, but she could almost taste his effort of will, as he fought
not
to do that. He knew his own nature, but for the moment, it seemed, he was choosing to subsume it. To hers.

‘Guilty as charged!’ he gasped when she ever-so-slightly tightened her grip on him.

Still holding him, Lizzie sat up, compelling him to move, her hand still curved around his crotch. He rocked back, settling on his knees beside her. His golden hair glinted in the radiance cast by the low fire, and with her free hand, she reached out and dug her fingers in it, bringing his face back to hers, for another kiss, one of her choosing. She dove in with her tongue, teasing and flicking at his, feeling his cock kick against her palm as she challenged and chivvied him.

‘Mm …’ he purred as she freed his mouth, but not his erection. He dove back at her, seeking another kiss, but she denied him.

‘Don’t you get carried away, just because I’ve decided to grope you. We still have to deal with our issues, you know.’

‘I do know.’ His expression was serious, intense. Somehow both provocative yet humane. ‘It’s just that it’s been a long time since I couldn’t get what I wanted using money, and I don’t like the sensation.’ He bobbed forward, stealing a tiny kiss. The solemnity in his eyes intensified. ‘Last time it happened, it was like being gutted, Lizzie. It made me swore never to let myself be bested again. Never to be weak and give in to my heart. Can you blame me for fighting dirty?’

Lizzie withdrew her hand, looking into his eyes, trying to divine what he was talking about; what that gutting experience could have been. Would he ever tell her those secrets? Was it Rose? She dove both hands into his hair now, making him face her.

‘I don’t want to make you weak or get the better of you. I just don’t want to be manipulated. I … oh, this is so complicated.’ She sensed they were both seeking the same thing, or seeking to avoid it.

‘Yes, it bloody well is,’ he cried, and she felt his energy gathering, ready to surge. ‘But
this
isn’t!’ He lunged forward
again, kissing with power. Thrilling to him, Lizzie met his advance.

They were combatants again, but in the joust of passion. Each of them strong; each of them fighting vulnerabilities. Who was going to yield? With a great gathering of her will, she pushed at him, making him subside this time, forcing him on to his back on the rug.

But even though he was supine, he was still a force of nature.

‘So, little girl, are you going to fuck me? To ride me? Do you think you can stay on top?’ He flirted his pelvis upwards, challenging her with the mighty bulge there.

‘I’m sure I fucking well can!’ she cried, attacking the button of his jeans before he could react. ‘I hope to God you’ve got a condom tucked somewhere about your person.’ Dragging down his zip, she rummaged at his boxer briefs and flicked his erect cock out into the open. It looked like a pagan fertility totem, harsh and gleaming in the firelight.

‘Hell, yes!’ Lifting his hips again, making his erection sway, he reached into his back pocket and brought out a condom packet. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it to her and she caught it.

‘You randy beast … I might have known. Always at the ready.’ Lightly, she batted at his cock with the backs of her fingers, making it dance again.

‘You know me so well,’ he replied, but she could see him tensing, as if genuinely apprehensive about her handling of his tackle.

Lizzie narrowed her eyes, in mock threat.

But I don’t know you well … In some ways I barely know you at all. And that’s the problem.

Squaring her shoulders, she dismissed the shadows for
the moment. Why spoil the delicious prospect that lay before her? A girl should never pass up the chance of mounting such a magnificent erection.

Her mind might be uneasy, but her body was ready for him. Desire surged in her belly; silk pooled in the vale of her sex. She unwrapped the condom as fast as was careful, and rolled it down over him with no further ado. Even clothed in latex, his cock was an object of primal beauty, and her pussy ached for it.