Convincing Leopold Read Online Free PDF Page A

rumbled around him, the sweetest of praises. If his mouth had not been already fully occupied, he would have grinned in triumph.
     
    Instead he swallowed around Arthur’s cock. That growl turned into a groan. He pulled back, grabbed the base of Arthur’s prick, and worked his mouth up and down. His grip firm, pumping in counterpoint, his lips tight around the iron-hard length.
     
    A large hand threaded into his hair, palming the back of his skull. With each backstroke, Arthur pushed down, his hips nudging up, wanting more. The pressure light but definitely there. He could feel the tension in Arthur’s grip—hell, in his entire body. Could feel how he held back, resisting the impulse to slam Leopold down and force him to take it all. The care, the consideration Arthur showed him even when consumed by lust, made his heart slam desperately against his ribs.
     
    Please, love me. Please need me for more than this.
     
    But why would he?
     
    Doubt reared its ugly head. Pain sliced into his chest. He shoved the near paralyzing worry aside and focused on Arthur. On at least keeping the man bound to him with pleasure.
     
    “So good. So damn good.”
     
    Arthur’s murmured words filled his ears. The tang of precum teased his tongue. Needing to feel the hot splash of liquid heat hit the back of his throat, needing to taste the proof of Arthur’s desire for him, he intensified his efforts. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked harder. Stroked faster. Arthur’s length hardened even further. The man was so close he could feel the climax begin to grip hold of him.
     
    Arthur’s fingers tightened in his hair. “ Bloody hell .” The curse was low, urgent, desperate. “Damnation, I want you.”
     
    Leopold shot to his feet and turned. Yanked at the placket of his trousers. Shoved them to his knees. He spit into his palm, then reached around and swiped between his arse cheeks, coating his entrance. Quick and hasty, but it would suffice. Holding his shirttail and coat aside, he used his other hand to pull back one cheek.
     
    “Hold your cock steady,” he urged as he lowered over Arthur’s lap.
     
    The crown slipped over his entrance. He tilted his hips to the necessary angle and pressed down. Hard.
     
    A harsh wince pulled his lips, clamped his eyes shut. Holy hell ! Sharp pain screamed throughout his body, stinging his nerves, demanding he lift up and escape the burning stretch. Somehow he kept the grunt inside.
     
    “Be careful. Slow down, Thorn.”
     
    With a shake of his bowed head, he ignored Arthur’s warning. Ignored the large hand cupping his bare hip, trying to slow him, and sank lower. “Just had you last night,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth, trying for something that resembled a casual, flippant tone. He really should have thought to prepare himself while sucking off Arthur.
     
    In a few moments, the pain would pass, he promised himself, and there would be nothing but pleasure. Thick, lush, glorious pleasure. And he needed that pleasure soon, else he’d completely lose his erection.
     
    The instant his arse finally met Arthur’s groin, he grabbed an arm of the chair, lifted up, and bounced on the thick prick, stretching himself beyond wide. Quick and furious. Slamming down hard. Taking all of Arthur with each stroke.
     
    The pain quickly shifted to pleasure, flooding his senses. His cock bobbed helplessly with each thrust, slapping against the hem of his shirt pulled taut across his waist. He wanted to turn around. Straddle Arthur’s hips, slant his mouth over his lover’s and kiss him. Have the man in his arms.
     
    Needing to resist the urge, he tightened his hold on the chair’s arm and slammed down harder, chasing the climax building within.
     
    Arthur shifted beneath him. Harsh, hot pants brushed across his ear. An arm wrapped around his waist, tugged him against the hard wall of Arthur’s chest. The movement changed the angle of Arthur’s prick. The crown slid directly across