The Gentleman's Thief - Isobel Starling Page 0,85
his lower lip and then rose to bite mine, the nips, and pecks ever playful.
I pulled back and taking hold of Sebastian’s legs behind the knees pushed his thighs to his chest revealing the pink pucker surrounded by a smattering of ginger-blond hair. I leaned in and laved a tentative stroke of my tongue. Sebastian had washed and smelled musky and masculine. He sighed out his pleasure as I went to work licking and relaxing his entrance.
“Ah, that’s it, just the ticket!” He praised. I worshipped him for several minutes until he was moaning incoherently.
Sebastian blindly reached for the jar, and I took a generous scoop of Dr. Swift’s unguent. The greasy fragrant salve was pushed inside Sebastian’s fundament and then in slow swirls, spread around his pucker. Sebastian prepared the Ivory dildo.
“It looks rather big, are you sure you can accommodate it?” I asked with concern.
“I don’t know, but we’ll give it a damn good try!”
“That’s my boy!” I encouraged with a sentimental grin.
Sebastian shivered, “I do love it when you call me your boy!” He admitted. A lump of emotion leaped to close off my throat. I couldn’t speak such was the feeling of adoration filling me. And so instead I took Sebastian’s glistening plump head into my mouth. His eyes rolled back and he let out an animalistic, guttural moan. Every single thing about this man excited me beyond my imaginings. I drew off his length,
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. Do it!” Sebastian was exposing himself to me in the most submissive way I could imagine. His look was hungry and mischievous as he passed the Ivory phallus to me. I rubbed more lubricant on to it before presenting the head to Sebastian’s entrance. He braced, gripping his calves as I slowly inserted the dildo.
“Yessss!” He grunted as his channel was filled.
“How does it feel?”
“Gods, it’s big, big and solid, so solid. Move it will you?” I did as commanded and Sebastian’s head fell back with pleasure as the smooth shaft slid effortlessly in and out.
“Oh yess…” he hissed, “It’s shaped so it rubs the prostate. I can assure you…this was not made for a woman.” Cavell sounded drunk with lust and if I continued in this vein I am sure he would spend quickly. After a few more strokes I pulled the phallus out and levered myself up from the chaise.
“Now it’s my turn!” We changed places and I lay back on the chaise and drew my knees to my chest to give Sebastian access to prepare me. How many times had I imagined sharing a scenario like this with a special friend? Sebastian took his time, loving me with his fingers and tongue until I was a whimpering mess of a man. He readied his cock, stroking the rod with Dr. Swift’s unguent until it glistened.
“When you are seated inside me we will insert the phallus into you,” I explained. Sebastian gave me a filthy, boyish grin. He presented his prick to my entrance and eased his slick cock inside, filling me with molten heat. Then he leaned forward pressing me into the green silk of the chaise. He thrust, the force of it making me grunt. The unguent made the slip and slide of penetration effortless and with his slick member filling me, completing me; I wanted to offer Sebastian the feeling of fullness too.
Taking the Ivory dildo in his hand, he found his fundament and slid the carved shaft inside. Then, with me keeping a grip on the shaft Sebastian, levered up on his hands above me began and to move, penetrating, and being penetrated at once. Sebastian pistoned his hips faster and I could feel my peak approaching far too soon, but I could not stop it, not when the man sweating above me looked down with such unadulterated joy in his eyes. I clenched, gripping his prick with my sphincter, milking my boy of every drop as he erupted deep inside me.
We slept on my chaise in one another’s arms, spent and exhausted. I awoke, confused, and unsure what time it was, a muted thumping sound making me leap to awareness. I pushed out from under the warm slack form of my lover and staggered to the door.
On opening the door and stepping out into my bedroom, sunlight sent shafts of brilliant light to arc across the room blinding me for a second. I heard that someone was indeed banging on my bedroom door. I closed the bookcase door to hide my sleeping