Simply Wicked by Kate Pearce Page B

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    “What now?”
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    David unbuttoned his breeches and pulled his shirt over his head. “Now we enjoy this together.”
    Anthony watched carefully as David stripped off his breeches to reveal his already erect cock. His own shaft twitched in response. In the pleasure house, David rarely shed his clothes, so he’d forgotten how big David was. He seemed to prefer to keep his sexual encounters to the minimum. Not for the first time, Anthony wondered why. “Did Minshom put you off fucking altogether?”
    David ran a leisurely hand over his shaft. “No, why?”
    “Because you seem to be happier giving sexual favors than receiving them.”
    “Minshom didn’t do that to me. By the time I met him, I was already damaged and so was he.” His smile was wry. “I admit he took me to a new low, but I clawed my way out from under him eventually.”
    “How?”
    “It was quite simple. I was replaced.” He sought Anthony’s gaze. “He met you.”
    “I didn’t know that. You were always very pleasant to me.”
    “Of course I was. I was too busy trying to beg my way back into Minshom’s bed to upset his new toy.” He shrugged. “And eventually I realized I was glad it was you rather than me.”
    Anthony grimaced. “I wish he’d find someone else.”
    “Perhaps he will.”
    “At the moment, he’s so angry I’ve walked away from him that he’s determined to have me back.”
    David straddled Anthony’s lap, his feet taking his weight on either side of the chair. “He’ll get over it. He’s a grown man and no fool.”
    “God, I hope so.”
    David unwound the ends of the red cords from around Anthony’s neck, leaving him still bound to the chair, and brought 92 / Kate Pearce
    them between their bodies. Anthony held his breath as David wound the linen around both cocks, binding them intricately together. He could now feel the pulse of David’s shaft as intimately as his own.
    He shuddered as David drew the cord around both their necks and tightened the coiled rope. His cock tried to fill out, met the resistance of the linen and David’s flesh, and began to burn and throb. David slid a hand into his hair and drew Anthony closer. He could no longer look down and see their cocks, only feel the erotic vise pulling tight as David rocked into him.
    “God . . .”
    David moved faster, jerking Anthony’s cock, pressing him down into the silk pillow and onto the base of the phallus until he saw nothing but need, wanted nothing but the red tide of desire that scorched and consumed him. He came as David came, shouted the other man’s name as he climaxed, his hot cum burst-ing through the tightly wrapped linen to mingle with David’s.
    This time it took longer for him to recover, and it took David a while to lift himself away and unwrap their cocks.
    “Did you like that?”
    Anthony let out a slow breath. “Yes.”
    “Good.”
    David cupped Anthony’s balls and used his thumbnail to draw a line on the underside of his cock.
    “Devil take it, David, I’m not sure if I can . . .”
    “You can. I’ll make sure of it.”
    Anthony licked his lips. “Will you fuck me while you make me hard?”
    “Haven’t you been fucked enough?”
    “What do you mean?”
    David bent to lick the swollen crown of Anthony’s cock, insinuated his tongue in the slit, making Anthony strain against his bonds. He swallowed hard. “Fuck me, please.”
    “I’d rather you fucked me.”
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    “I’m tied to a chair, how do you expect me to do that?”
    “We’ll manage.” David’s slow smile was a sinful invitation as he straddled Anthony’s lap and grasped Anthony’s cock around the linen that still bound it. He knelt up, guided Anthony’s wet shaft toward his arse and slowly lowered himself down.
    “Ah . . . that’s good.”
    Anthony held his gaze. “You’ll have to do all the work. It hardly seems fair.” He groaned as David started to move on him hard and fast. “Fuck me,