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.Peter knew he'd been chosen to guardthe duke's door for his loyalty to the duke.And his ability to keep his mouth shutabout anything he might hear or see. Which room is Caelin the tutor's? That one. The man pointed to the door farther down the hall.Peter nodded thanks, then strode to it and knocked.The door cracked open, and Caelin peered out at him. My lord? His soft voice trembled, and Peter wondered if that same tremorwould remain when he was in the throes of passion.God, he hoped so. Caelin, I must speak to you.I come on the duke's business. Peter put hismost formal voice on, and it echoed in the corridor. The duke's business? Caelin stepped back and opened the door wider. Ofcourse.Come in. He moved away from the door to stand in the center of the room.Peter entered, closing the door behind him.For a long time they stared at each other.The same fire Peter had felt beforeignited again.Caelin's chest rose and fell in rapid motion, his gaze locked with 186 Lynn LorenzPeter's, and his full lips parted as if in anticipation of what was to come.As if hewaited, like a soldier, for Peter to command him. Come here, Peter ordered.Caelin shuffled forward, halting just a few feet from him. Who scarred your face? My father. Caelin's soft voice could barely be heard. Why? Peter waited to see if Caelin would speak the truth. To protect me. From? Men. Peter took another step forward. Do you need protection from men? Perhaps. Caelin shrugged. Are you going to hurt me? His eyes begged Peterfor mercy, and the look made Peter hard.Caelin had to look up at Peter, and Peterliked that, liked that Caelin had the same lithe build as Arvel. Nay, I'd never hurt you, pet. Caelin's eyes widened as Peter reached out and stroked his undamaged cheekwith the back of his hand, and he leaned into the touch.Peter grazed the othercheek, running his knuckles over the three parallel scars.Caelin closed his eyes and moaned.Peter's cock shifted, growing in its need, and he inhaled, dragging Caelin'sscent into his nostrils.The man smelled like musk and sweet clover honey.Wrapping his hand around Caelin's neck, he pulled the smaller man to himuntil their bodies touched.Peter tilted Caelin's head back, leaned down, and placeda soft, chaste kiss against those full, sweet lips.Caelin whimpered as his body melted into Peter's, and his hands buried inPeter's vest as he clung to him.Peter took the kiss deeper, his tongue seekingentrance.Caelin opened to him, allowing him to find what waited for him inside. In the Company of Men: Silent Lodge 187Honey.The man tasted of honey.Sweet and thick and driving Peter higher inhis arousal.His rod, now rigid and throbbing, bulged in his leathers, making hisneed known to Caelin.Caelin writhed against him like a cat.His soft purr-moan filled Peter's earsuntil all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart and Caelin's sweet soundsof encouragement.Peter gasped as Caelin let his vest go and worked on the strings of Peter'sbreeches.The loose cotton shirt Caelin wore soon fell to the floor.Peter couldn'tremember how or who had removed it, but now exposed Caelin's pale flesh delightedhim.The man was lithe but not without muscles.Where Arvel was soft andhairless, Caelin's body was firm and his chest coated in a light growth of brown hairthat dived down his belly to disappear under his drawstring pants.Caelin reached inside Peter's breeches and found his straining cock, wrappinga warm hand around it, claiming it.He gave it a gentle tug, his thumb smearing thefluid that gathered on its head.Peter broke their kiss as Caelin freed Peter's rod. God, pet, that's good. Caelin stroked it again, moaning as he kissed Peter's throat.With his handson Caelin's shoulders, Peter pushed him down.He expected resistance, but Caelinwent willingly to his knees. Suck me, pet. Peter ran his hands through Caelin's thick hair.There was no need to guide him.Caelin had shifted his grip to the base, andbefore Peter could say a word, he'd taken Peter's rod into his mouth. Ah, Caelin, Peter whispered.Caelin's tongue worked its way into the slit, teasing Peter.He used the flat ofhis tongue to bathe Peter's shaft, top, bottom, and sides, ending again at the fathead, which he sucked. 188 Lynn LorenzUsing just his teeth, he scraped over the lip of the head, and Peter nearly losthis footing.He locked his knees and prepared for the onslaught.One thing hecouldn't deny Caelin was no stranger to the ways of men with men, and Peterthanked God for it.He looked down at the top of Caelin's head, watching him as he bobbed up anddown on the thick shaft.Caelin reached down to touch his erection, strainingagainst the loose cotton. Don't touch yourself. Caelin groaned and clamped his hand around Peter's thigh as if to keep hishand occupied.It excited Peter that Caelin obeyed him, gave no complaint orargument to Peter's demands.My pet.Peter closed his eyes and concentrated on the way Caelin's ministrations felton his cock.How it heated him, bringing his blood to a boil, made his stones hardand tight, and how his body began its slow climb to release.He didn't want to shoot down Caelin's throat.Perhaps later.Now he wanted tofuck Caelin and feel the man's release squeeze his cock.Peter pulled Caelin off.His pet released him with a loud, wet pop and awhimper. Against the wall. Peter dragged Caelin to his feet and pushed him backward.Caelin stumbled, caught himself, and spun, placing his hands on the stones of thewall to brace himself.Peter stepped up, grabbed Caelin's pants, and ripped them down, exposing hispet's ass.Caelin moaned and canted his hips to jut his ass in readiness.Peter ran his hand over Caelin's ass, down his flank, and up the other side. Sosoft, pet, so soft. Peter, please, Caelin whispered with a groan. In the Company of Men: Silent Lodge 189 What do you want me to do, Caelin? Peter ran his fingers up the valley ofCaelin's ass.Caelin dropped his head and panted, pushing his ass a little higher. Fuckme. So you want this? Aye, I want it. You want me. Aye, you.I want you. Peter leaned closer, his cock rubbing up that same valley. Me alone? Or doyou just want any man to stick his cock in you? Just you, my lord [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Peter knew he'd been chosen to guardthe duke's door for his loyalty to the duke.And his ability to keep his mouth shutabout anything he might hear or see. Which room is Caelin the tutor's? That one. The man pointed to the door farther down the hall.Peter nodded thanks, then strode to it and knocked.The door cracked open, and Caelin peered out at him. My lord? His soft voice trembled, and Peter wondered if that same tremorwould remain when he was in the throes of passion.God, he hoped so. Caelin, I must speak to you.I come on the duke's business. Peter put hismost formal voice on, and it echoed in the corridor. The duke's business? Caelin stepped back and opened the door wider. Ofcourse.Come in. He moved away from the door to stand in the center of the room.Peter entered, closing the door behind him.For a long time they stared at each other.The same fire Peter had felt beforeignited again.Caelin's chest rose and fell in rapid motion, his gaze locked with 186 Lynn LorenzPeter's, and his full lips parted as if in anticipation of what was to come.As if hewaited, like a soldier, for Peter to command him. Come here, Peter ordered.Caelin shuffled forward, halting just a few feet from him. Who scarred your face? My father. Caelin's soft voice could barely be heard. Why? Peter waited to see if Caelin would speak the truth. To protect me. From? Men. Peter took another step forward. Do you need protection from men? Perhaps. Caelin shrugged. Are you going to hurt me? His eyes begged Peterfor mercy, and the look made Peter hard.Caelin had to look up at Peter, and Peterliked that, liked that Caelin had the same lithe build as Arvel. Nay, I'd never hurt you, pet. Caelin's eyes widened as Peter reached out and stroked his undamaged cheekwith the back of his hand, and he leaned into the touch.Peter grazed the othercheek, running his knuckles over the three parallel scars.Caelin closed his eyes and moaned.Peter's cock shifted, growing in its need, and he inhaled, dragging Caelin'sscent into his nostrils.The man smelled like musk and sweet clover honey.Wrapping his hand around Caelin's neck, he pulled the smaller man to himuntil their bodies touched.Peter tilted Caelin's head back, leaned down, and placeda soft, chaste kiss against those full, sweet lips.Caelin whimpered as his body melted into Peter's, and his hands buried inPeter's vest as he clung to him.Peter took the kiss deeper, his tongue seekingentrance.Caelin opened to him, allowing him to find what waited for him inside. In the Company of Men: Silent Lodge 187Honey.The man tasted of honey.Sweet and thick and driving Peter higher inhis arousal.His rod, now rigid and throbbing, bulged in his leathers, making hisneed known to Caelin.Caelin writhed against him like a cat.His soft purr-moan filled Peter's earsuntil all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart and Caelin's sweet soundsof encouragement.Peter gasped as Caelin let his vest go and worked on the strings of Peter'sbreeches.The loose cotton shirt Caelin wore soon fell to the floor.Peter couldn'tremember how or who had removed it, but now exposed Caelin's pale flesh delightedhim.The man was lithe but not without muscles.Where Arvel was soft andhairless, Caelin's body was firm and his chest coated in a light growth of brown hairthat dived down his belly to disappear under his drawstring pants.Caelin reached inside Peter's breeches and found his straining cock, wrappinga warm hand around it, claiming it.He gave it a gentle tug, his thumb smearing thefluid that gathered on its head.Peter broke their kiss as Caelin freed Peter's rod. God, pet, that's good. Caelin stroked it again, moaning as he kissed Peter's throat.With his handson Caelin's shoulders, Peter pushed him down.He expected resistance, but Caelinwent willingly to his knees. Suck me, pet. Peter ran his hands through Caelin's thick hair.There was no need to guide him.Caelin had shifted his grip to the base, andbefore Peter could say a word, he'd taken Peter's rod into his mouth. Ah, Caelin, Peter whispered.Caelin's tongue worked its way into the slit, teasing Peter.He used the flat ofhis tongue to bathe Peter's shaft, top, bottom, and sides, ending again at the fathead, which he sucked. 188 Lynn LorenzUsing just his teeth, he scraped over the lip of the head, and Peter nearly losthis footing.He locked his knees and prepared for the onslaught.One thing hecouldn't deny Caelin was no stranger to the ways of men with men, and Peterthanked God for it.He looked down at the top of Caelin's head, watching him as he bobbed up anddown on the thick shaft.Caelin reached down to touch his erection, strainingagainst the loose cotton. Don't touch yourself. Caelin groaned and clamped his hand around Peter's thigh as if to keep hishand occupied.It excited Peter that Caelin obeyed him, gave no complaint orargument to Peter's demands.My pet.Peter closed his eyes and concentrated on the way Caelin's ministrations felton his cock.How it heated him, bringing his blood to a boil, made his stones hardand tight, and how his body began its slow climb to release.He didn't want to shoot down Caelin's throat.Perhaps later.Now he wanted tofuck Caelin and feel the man's release squeeze his cock.Peter pulled Caelin off.His pet released him with a loud, wet pop and awhimper. Against the wall. Peter dragged Caelin to his feet and pushed him backward.Caelin stumbled, caught himself, and spun, placing his hands on the stones of thewall to brace himself.Peter stepped up, grabbed Caelin's pants, and ripped them down, exposing hispet's ass.Caelin moaned and canted his hips to jut his ass in readiness.Peter ran his hand over Caelin's ass, down his flank, and up the other side. Sosoft, pet, so soft. Peter, please, Caelin whispered with a groan. In the Company of Men: Silent Lodge 189 What do you want me to do, Caelin? Peter ran his fingers up the valley ofCaelin's ass.Caelin dropped his head and panted, pushing his ass a little higher. Fuckme. So you want this? Aye, I want it. You want me. Aye, you.I want you. Peter leaned closer, his cock rubbing up that same valley. Me alone? Or doyou just want any man to stick his cock in you? Just you, my lord [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]