Anthony took his leave from Shelley under the guise of needing to speak with Jack and Nash. So while Shelley still stood with Emmett Montgomery, Anthony slipped from the room behind his former lover. Jack shot him a surprised look, brows raised. Nash just smiled, a smug movement of his lips that told Anthony he hadn’t fooled Shelley’s half-brother at all. Nash knew he was in a jealous rage.
“You are coming on this trip, aren’t you?” Jack asked unnecessarily.
“Of course he is.” Nash brushed aside Jack’s question with a flick of his wrist. “He is my brother’s lover. Of course, he’ll be coming to Venice with us.”
Jack’s face went smooth and undecipherable. “Emmett…”
“Has someone else to fuck,” Nash said, cutting Jack off. “Didn’t you see the way he included Colchester? He wants that innocent flesh.” Nash’s eyes gleamed with a lascivious light.
A grimace flashed across Jack’s face. “I don’t think Colchester is as innocent as he seems, but his inclusion on the passenger roster should make the trip entertaining at the very least.”
“My flights are always entertaining,” Nash declared with a wide grin. “And now, if you’ll excuse us, Anthony, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen my love. I’m sure you’ll understand if we’re in a hurry to retire.”
Anthony made some kind of polite noise and watched as his former lover practically carried Nash down the stairs of the club. Without Jack and Nash to distract him, his jealousy of Emmett bubbled to the surface and he smashed a fist into the wall. The delicate gaslight nearby shivered in its brass and glass wall sconce but it didn’t break. Anthony shook his hand, not really noticing the slight ache in his knuckles. He wished the sparring salon wasn’t closed for the evening. He would have happily beat the stuffing out of one of the sparring bags or smashed his fists into the iron muscles of one of the Nubians who were the salon’s silent and non-combative sparring partners.
Instead of beating his fists on any more inanimate objects, Anthony’s fit of pique carried him downstairs and into the library of the club, bypassing the card and billiard rooms. Once there, he flung himself into a leather chair in a darkened corner near the fire, after ensuring that a passing waiter knew to bring him a bottle of Scotch. He glared at the flames, his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth hurt. The Scotch and a cut crystal glass appeared at his elbow. He poured himself two fingers and tossed it back, letting the strong spirits burn through him.
Why now? Why the hell would Shelley’s amours bother him now? Was it because he’d been with Montgomery, that fucking handsome son of a…?
His thoughts trailed away as a movement in the opposite corner of the room caught his eye. The firelight caught ginger colored hair and glinted off the wire-rimmed frames of the glasses worn by Dr. Peregrine Spencer. Anthony’s overwrought senses slowed as arousal began to spike within him. He and the doctor had been introduced previously by an acquaintance, the Silsbury lad, and Anthony had thought the doctor quite handsome if a bit shy and retiring.
He’d heard rumors that while at Eton Spence had been raped by older boys and his parents had removed him from the venerated school. Anthony had no idea if the rumors were true, but he knew that Spence was very reserved despite the fact that the younger man seemed to find him attractive.
He wondered what it would be like to take a man who’d never been with another man or at least one who had never found pleasure with a man before. If Spence had been abused, he wouldn’t be an easy conquest nor would the bedsport be simple and relaxing. He’d have to go slowly and make sure the doctor was writhing with pleasure before he so much as put a tongue or other appendage on or in him. The challenge appealed to his lacerated senses.
For a moment, Anthony frowned, his mind occupied with the fact that his feelings were well and truly bruised by Shelley letting Emmett fuck him. He wondered if he was overly sensitive because of Jack’s return. After Jack, Anthony hadn’t allowed any man but Shelley to get close to him. Now, Shelley was seeing Emmett, a man Anthony had always admired.
He wished he could say he’d been betrayed but he knew that would be a lie. Shelley didn’t belong to him. However, his emotions were in turmoil and he definitely had had his feelings more than a little bruised by the thought of Emmett touching Shelley’s elegant flesh. The why of it all escaped him. He had no idea why Shelley’s profession suddenly bothered him, but the dynamics of their relationship seemed to have subtly shifted. The hell of it was the shift seemed to have occurred only on Anthony’s side. He thought of the smooth scrape of the straight razor over his throat and the reflection of Shelley’s beautiful eyes in the mirror, his gaze holding Anthony’s just as surely as he’d held Anthony’s life in his graceful hands. He trusted Shelley more than any other man on the earth but he could no more understand his feelings for the man than he could capture aether. But he did understand that he hated Emmett touching Shelley.
Anthony turned to the Scotch. Better that he erase all those visions in his head with some strong spirits. He didn’t have answers so he needed a distraction. He drank deeply then froze as a throat cleared just to his right. He turned his head and found Peregrine Spencer sitting in the chair beside him.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” the young man said, his deep blue eyes holding a warmth Anthony recognized even as he registered the hesitancy also in those blue depths.
“Not at all, Spence. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. We seem to keep missing each other.” Anthony pointed to the Scotch. “Would you care to join me? I’ll call for another glass.”
The young doctor shook his ginger colored head. “No, thank you. I don’t drink spirits.”
Anthony nodded. “A wise decision.” He briefly wondered how he might get the doctor alone so he could test his theory that the man wanted him, but then the doctor himself gave Anthony a clear opportunity for seduction.
“I have rooms h-here,” Spence said, stumbling over his words a bit. “Would you care to join me for a drink in private? I have an excellent port that Beare recommended.”
Crude appendage that it was, Anthony’s cock stirred more than a little at Spence’s words. He stood and smiled at the doctor. “I would enjoy that. Beare is known to have exceptional taste in wines.”
Spence stood and Anthony followed him up the stairs to a suite of rooms near the back of the building. Once he stepped inside, it was immediately apparent to Anthony that Spence used these rooms as a way to escape his family. Books and papers littered the desk and personal touches were evident throughout the room.
“Do you mind if I take my jacket off?” he asked. “It’s been a long day.”
“By all means, make yourself at home, my lord.” Spence’s face flushed a little as he moved toward the sideboard where a decanter of port awaited.
Anthony removed his jacket and carefully folded it over the back of a chair. He undid his cuffs and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. He noticed that Spence’s eyes followed his every movement. He stepped closer to the doctor, ostensibly to take the glass of port from him, but in actuality, he wanted to see Spence’s eyes, wanted to see if the man wanted him. His fingers deliberately brushed Spence’s as he took the wine glass. Instantly, the deep blue eyes that stared at him turned nearly violet with emotion and Anthony’s cock went rock hard.
Seeing a spike of panic on Spence’s face, Anthony turned away, sipping his port. He glanced over his shoulder and caught Spence gulping down port. Sympathy stabbed him. The poor man wanted him, but was afraid of something. Anthony decided it wouldn’t do to draw out the seduction. Spence was becoming more nervous as the minutes passed. Eventually, he’d be too rattled to succumb to Anthony’s advances.
“I heard rumors, you know, Spence,” he murmured as he wandered the room, looking at the books Spence had strewn about.
“R-rumors? About what?”
Anthony smiled soothingly. He could clearly see the apprehension on the doctor’s face. “That you were hurt at Eton.”
Spence’s eyes widened with alarm. Anthony circled the room, coming closer to the nervous young doctor. The nearer he got the more port Spence drank. By the time he stood in front of Spence, the glass was empty. Anthony set his own still full glass on a side table and stepped deliberately into Spence’s personal space.
“I won’t hurt you, Spence,” he murmured. “I only want to give you pleasure.”
Raising one hand, he brushed the back of it against Spence’s cheek and the doctor shuddered. Anthony stepped closer, his body so close to Spence’s he could feel the other man’s heat.
“Have you been with anyone since you were raped, Spence?”
Anthony said the words boldly, deliberately. He needed to keep Spence strung tight yet off balance. To his astonishment, Spence nodded his head.
“A m-man, here at the club. He…he…” Spence broke off and swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “He took me in his mouth.”
A smile curled Anthony’s lips. “He sucked you off?” Spence nodded. “And how did you like that?” he asked curiously, his voice soft.
“I liked it a lot.” Spence’s eyes were wide open and filled with a mixture of horror, arousal and fascination.
One of Anthony’s hands carded the soft ginger waves of Spence’s hair. “Were you attracted to men before the unfortunate incident at school?”
The yearning in that stuttered reply nearly unmanned Anthony. “Would you like me to show you how men make love, Spence?” A groan escaped the doctor and Anthony chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Spence held himself stiffly as Anthony removed his jacket and both their neckties. He pulled his shirttails from his pants then pulled Spence’s free. Slowly, he began to back Spence toward the bedroom. When Spence’s legs hit the side of the bed, he groaned loudly.
Anthony pressed his body to Spence’s, feeling the tremors that shook the doctor’s frame. “My given name is Anthony. I give you leave to use it, Dr. Spencer.”
Bending his head, Anthony took Spence’s mouth. Carefully, he teased the doctor’s closed lips, his tongue licking the seam. The lips opened and Anthony delved within, tasting the sweet innocence of Peregrine Spencer. As the kiss deepened and Spence began kissing him back, Anthony worked at their clothes until they were both completely naked. He stopped briefly to remove Spence’s glasses and set them on the bedside table. Then, he tumbled Spence to the mattress and lay to his side, not wanting to overwhelm him.
They lay for long minutes kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. Anthony wanted Spence to want him as much as he wanted the innocent young man. So they played, stroking and licking yet not touching each other’s cocks. Anthony’s lay heavy against his belly, leaking a stream of pre-cum, his balls aching with the need to unload his seed.
“Are you ready, Spence?” Anthony murmured against Spence’s collarbone. “Are you ready for me to make love to you?”
The young doctor nodded, his silky hair flopping over his brow. “I’m ready,” he whispered, his voice shaky.
“Have you oil? Something slippery?”
Spence moved his hand toward a bedside drawer but couldn’t reach it. Carefully, Anthony leaned over and opened the drawer, pulling out a bottle of exotic herbal smelling oil. He uncapped the bottle and spilled the rich, thick liquid into his palm, heating it. He slicked his cock and hand then pressed Spence onto his back on the bed. Nudging the doctor’s pale thighs apart, he lay between them, pressing Spence’s knees higher. The instant the pale pink pucker of Spence’s anus came into view, Anthony sucked in a harsh breath.
“What’s wrong?” Spence whispered, eyes wide with apprehension.
“Nothing. It’s just that you’re beautiful.” Anthony cleared his throat. “I’m going to touch you there. Don’t tense up on me.”
Spencer nodded his acquiescence and Anthony circled Spencer’s pink hole. Involuntarily, the doctor tensed then Anthony bent and licked the puckered skin. Spence keened and relaxed. Anthony smiled. Things were going much easier than he’d expected.
In moments, Anthony had one long finger buried to the hilt inside Spence. Slowly, he eased the finger out then in again. It took very little time for Anthony to have Spencer writhing on the sheets with two of Anthony’s fingers deep inside him. Anthony crooked the digits, rubbing the spot that gave men the ultimate pleasure. Spence shuddered, his long slender cock leaking pre-cum with each pass of Anthony’s fingers.
When he couldn’t take the moans any longer, Anthony pulled his fingers free, reared up on his knees and pressed the head of his aching cock to Spence’s anus. To his amazement, Spence grabbed the backs of his thighs, tilting his ass up for Anthony. However, at the first hard press of his cock into Spence’s anus, the young man turned into a statue.
“Breathe out, Spence. Push out and breathe out,” he advised. He flexed his hips and the head of his cock pushed past that tight first ring of muscles. Incredible heat seared his cock head. “Again,” he demanded.
With a breathless grunt, Spence pushed out as Anthony pressed his cock deeper. With excruciating care, Anthony finally got his whole cock inside Spence. They lay still, bodies pressed together and Spence’s hard cock trapped between their bellies.
“You feel so wonderful,” Spence whispered. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
Anthony wanted to ram his cock into the tight, hot channel but he didn’t. Gently, he made love to Spence, giving the young man time to accustom himself to the feel of Anthony’s cock inside him. When Anthony began to move, the glide of his cock dragged the head across the place inside Spence that caused him to moan uncontrollably. Before long, Spence moved his hips in time to Anthony’s thrusts. It was then that Anthony began to fuck the young doctor.
Heat swirled inside Anthony. His focus became singleminded, pleasuring himself within the tight clutch of Spence’s near virgin ass. The doctor’s lithe frame quivered, visibly shivering with bliss with each of Anthony’s thrusts. Head thrown back, Spence arched into Anthony’s bigger, broader body, his face contorted in a mask of passion. The sight spurred Anthony on and his hips snapped. His balls slapped against the taut globes of Spence’s buttocks.
And then Spence’s fingers scrabbled for his cock, wrapping them around the reddened flesh. Quickly, he frigged himself as muscles strained in his neck and shoulders. Incoherent sounds of pleasure escaped his mouth. Anthony twisted his hips, his hands canting Spence hips to meet his thrusts. A flush crept over the younger man’s torso and his eyes went wide with shock and excruciating bliss.
Spence cried out Anthony’s name as his cock erupted, spilling creamy seed onto his chest and over his fingers. Instantly, Anthony’s cock was gripped by the tightening muscles of Spence’s anus as he came. Heat washed over Anthony as his balls drew up and his cock began to spew its seed deep into Spence’s dark passage. He took Spence’s mouth fiercely, sucking on his tongue roughly as he shoved his cock one last time into Spence’s innocent ass.
Collapsing onto the gasping young man, Anthony felt little tremors in his muscles as his orgasm crested and then receded. He realized that Spence was pressing kisses along his jaw and that the young man’s hands were caressing Anthony’s broad back. Guilt pinged but he shoved it aside. Spence wasn’t completely innocent, nor was he a child. He was a man who had wanted to be fucked. He had invited Anthony to his rooms. Anthony hadn’t had to do much seduction at all.
“I’ve never experienced so much pleasure,” Spence murmured against Anthony’s shoulder.
Anthony pulled his softening cock from Spence’s ass. The younger man gasped and shuddered. Anthony used a corner of the sheet to wipe himself and Spence.
“That is only one thing, one position,” Anthony said matter-of-factly. “There are other pleasures to be had between men.”
“Truly?” Spence’s violet eyes became luminous.
Anthony shoved aside his guilt and the voice of reason inside his head that told him he had no damn business being in Spence’s bed. “Would you like me to show you?”
Eagerly, the doctor nodded and fell into Anthony’s arms.
On his way out of the club, Anthony noted that Beare had not yet retired and stood hovering near the foyer. The stiffness of Beare’s expression could have been because it had been a long night. However, Anthony knew it was because of him. Beare hadn’t liked that he’d used the good doctor to get back at Shelley for fucking Emmett. Hell, Anthony didn’t like what he’d done. Guilt had assailed him the moment he’d put his cock in that innocent flesh.
Rubbing a hand over his face and then through his hair, Anthony moved toward Beare. The steward held out his overcoat. As he slipped his arms inside, he murmured, “Even the best of us make mistakes, Beare. I’m sorry.”
The steward smoothed the wool over Anthony’s shoulders. “I don’t believe you owe me an apology, my lord. You’ve not wronged me.”
Beare did not emphasize the last word but Anthony heard it nonetheless. He closed his eyes for a moment, pain raking him with hot talons. “My life is in chaos. I’ve no idea how to even begin to put it all straight.”
“You could begin at the beginning, but that would be trite, now wouldn’t it, my lord?”
Anthony opened his eyes and found Beare raising one brow.
“As Poll says, it makes no matter where you start as long as you start somewhere.”
“Poll is quite wise, but I’ve told you that before, haven’t I, Beare?” Anthony eyed the steward, wondering how angry he really was.
“She married me, my lord.”
Beare’s brief words made Anthony’s lips turn up slightly. He turned toward the door which an attendant opened for him.
“So she did.” He pulled his coat more tightly around himself. “Have a good night, Beare.”
The steward inclined his head and Anthony stepped out into the fog shrouded dawn, knowing that even though he was headed home to his bed, sleep would probably elude him. He wished he could drug himself into a stupor like the opium eaters. Perhaps then the demons inside him would let him rest.