Page 5 of An Earl's Bet
“Oh.”He’d expected ...something else.
“Let me help you fix that.”Earnest wrapped his arms around Hugo’s back and rolled them both so he lay on Hugo.Hugo gasped, completely unprepared for such tomfoolery.The blankets caught between them, and it was annoying and hot and overwhelming.What was it about Earnest that shocked him out of his usual carefully constructed life?
Chapter 3
Earnest had a nastythought while he looked down at Lord Horden’s handsome face.His nose was crinkled up and his gaze was darting around as if he was thinking of a hundred things at once, and Earnest was torn between wanting to help Horden relax and wanting revenge for being thrown out.He was such a bloody disaster to want both.Could he fuck Horden and be the first to leave?Would it make him feel better for last time?Did he really want that satisfaction?He'd pictured himself in love with Horden—sweet Horden with his massive cock—and he’d been wrong.Again.
Usually when Earnest bedded someone it was for mutual pleasure.Many a widow wanted him to cleanse themselves from the terrible memories of bad husbands, and he did the job happily, while on occasion a young woman wanted to be ruined to save her from such a marriage.It was Adam’s entire business to give the impression of ruination and Earnest was happy to oblige.He had no preference for any gender or another.He just liked to be liked, and he loved the first flush of love when it was all chemistry and no thinking.Deep down he knew it wasn’t love, but it was the closest he ever came to love, and he chased the feeling with every fibre of his being.Connection was beauty.
“I bet you I could kiss you in Whites and no one would care.”People would assume it was Earnest being a fool, clowning around for entertainment.
Horden tensed.“You wouldn’t dare.”
He would.“Maybe.”He loved this rush of blood, the way his body came alive when fucking someone, and he focused all his energy on stripping Horden out of his annoying clothes.He had to get rid of this barrier between their skin and get his mouth all over Horden.He rose to his knees, and grabbed at Horden’s clothing, using his considerable experience to strip him down, all the while teasing Horden with little touches until he writhed and gasped underneath him.That was more like it.He wanted Horden relaxed, and his own pulse thrummed through his skull with the knowledge that he might be the only person who saw Lord Horden like this.He certainly gave the impression that being bedded made him anxious.
“Let go.”He clambered off him and gave the blanket a good strong tug.Horden yelped.
“Careful of the candle.”
“Relax, Horden, I’m not going to burn your house down.”Earnest couldn’t guarantee that.He had plenty of little burn scars on his arms and legs from his childhood, reminders that he was hopeless around a furnace.Horden nodded, his gaze flicking around nervously.Did this man ever relax?Yes, once.Earnest could give him that again.He grabbed Horden’s pants and proceeded to remove them as quickly as was humanly possible, until he could trace his hands up Horden’s strong legs.
“There he is.Ready for me.”Earnest wrapped his fist around Horden’s huge, hard length, which was as big as he’d remembered.Sometimes his imagination got away on him, and reality wasn’t as good, but damn, Horden had a wonderful cock.
Lord H hardened, thick and well hung
All the lords and ladies wanted their bell rung
By the giant specimen of an erection
One that might win an election
Was this his fate now?Stuck writing terrible poems about the glorious thick length of Horden’s cock with the head already leaking for him.Veins wrapped around Horden’s cockstand, and his skin was silky smooth as Earnest slid his hand gently.Too gently.On purpose.
“Earnest.”
“Would you like something?”He asked, loving the way Horden’s voice rumbled over his skin and sent heat spearing through him.He’d been stabbed in the chest by sensation.