Page 20 of The Gentleman’s Thief

In the shadows I looked down at the boots of the man sitting beside me, they were fine leather and the silver-tipped laces glinted. I tossed my hat and cane onto the empty banquette seat opposite. Cavell’s leather-gloved hand gripped my thigh and a pulse of pure electricity rushed through me. My gut curdled with that wondrous, fleeting happiness that was swiftly becoming my drug. I turned to him and I saw that once again he was sporting a foxy ginger waxed mustache and chin beard postiche.

“How was your day?” I asked politely, ludicrously unable to think of anything else to say. Sebastian did not say a word in reply. We stared at one another for the length of a breath as the carriage moved in and out of the range of street lights. Sebastian then moved to the seat opposite to pull the curtains closed until we were in near darkness.

Sebastian’s cologne of musk and spices filled the carriage. He moved again to sit beside me; then his leather-gloved hand roughly gripped my chin. He pushed me back against the straining black leather upholstery and held me in place as he leaned in to give me a near-violent kiss. With his other hand, he threaded his fingers into my curls and tugged a little as he ravaged my mouth. The fire rushing through me was unstoppable. With the mingling of pain and pleasure, my heart forgot to beat and I was sure that if the grappling kiss continued I would pass out from the lack of oxygen.

Sebastian drew back and we panted to catch our breaths. I realized I was near sprawled on the banquette, my stand straining for release.

“You sir, are a dreadful tease.” Sebastian accused. “I didn’t get a bally wink of sleep last night… knowing there was just a brick wall between us.” He added with a rakish snicker. He wiped his satisfied mouth with the back of a hand.

“I should punish you, you know. How terrifying would it be to let me gamahuche you here and now?” He threatened.

I gulped, awash with arousal and fear in equal measure. We were more or less in public, no matter that the carriage doors and curtains were closed. I could hear people shouting on the streets, the braying of horses, and the sound of hooves on the road. The rhythms of the wheels upon cobblestones rocked the carriage and added to my arousal. I stared, searching for Sebastian in the low light. My brain was all a-jumble and my prick, hard from that one stolen kiss. I was not used to snatching lustful moments with a paramour, although I had had privately dreamed of such things while on long, interminably boring coach journeys. This whole experience of having a secret lover was far more intense than I could have imagined. To let him take me, here—now—I could not risk it.

But then Sebastian ran his leather-clad hand up my inner thigh and pressed it to my throbbing tumescence. He moved in, thrusting his leg between my own, easing me back into the seat. He kissed me again, and, God forgive me, the taste of Sebastian Cavell was narcotic and I could not resist.

The pressure of his hand rubbing at my cockstand and his own erection frotting against my thigh moved us in syncopation to the vibrations beneath, from cobbles to flat roadways and the rocking gait of the carriage. I felt far too hot in my suit and greatcoat and wished I could remove them. I ripped my mouth away from Cavell’s and in a rough whisper said,

“You’ve done this to me on purpose, you scoundrel! You’ll damn well drink me dry so I don’t soil my suit.”

I pushed Sebastian’s hand away from my crotch as I hurriedly undid my button and fly then fished my stiff rod from my undergarments. Sebastian laughed with delight at seeing how quickly he could undo me, I was sure then that pure devilry was afoot.

My free hand fisted in Sebastian’s hair and I pulled his head down. “Here, take it, damn you, and swallow every drop.”

Cavell went willingly and a moment later I was engulfed in moist velvet heat as he licked and sucked the plum head of my prick down his throat. The sensations he elicited were so sinfully erotic, and with the location of our liaison, the scent of leather, the rocking carriage, and my fear that at any junction someone could open the carriage door and catch us in flagrante delicto sent my passions to new heights.

I knew I would not last long, and so I held Cavell’s head in place and thrust up filling his mouth with my manhood, again and again, enjoying the grunts and groans we made until I noticed the sounds outside the carriage suddenly change. I realized we were coming close to the end of our journey and so finally I let go, filling Sebastian’s throat with pulses of hot spend.

Regretfully, I would not get the chance this time to return the favor. I pulled my softening cock from Cavell’s mouth. We both sat up and silently put our clothing to rights. Sebastian moved to the other seat once again and opened the curtains. My eyes had become accustomed to the low light of the carriage, and so it took me a moment as I looked out of the window to recognize we were traveling down Shaftsbury Avenue. I turned to look at my companion and I saw him lick his swollen lips taking the remaining taste of me into his mouth.

“Thank you. That was…most unexpected.” I said haltingly. “How have you been?” I added feeling rather ridiculous.

“Libidinous. Could you not tell?” Sebastian let out a satisfied laugh. He straightened his clothing, and I noticed his stand was still proud. I regretted that his delicious prick would not be touched this time.

“We did take your mind off the coming meeting, though, didn’t we? I could tell you were nervous.”

I felt the heat rise to my face once more.

“Eh, thank you. The distraction was most appreciated.” I said sheepishly. I had never been sucked-off to distract me from my troubles and I must admit, I could do with more of this kind of distraction in my life!

“I returned the gold watch to its true owner today,” Cavell announced brightly.

“You did?” I was pleased to hear this. Although Sebastian’s methods were indeed illegal I could not fault the altruistic nature of what he chose to do.

“The client was delighted, and can now put that nasty business to bed.”

“You made the front page of The London Times, The Pall Mall Gazette, The Morning Post, And The Morning Herald and of course, The Illustrated Police News!” I informed with a raised brow.

“Master Davidson told quite the tall-tale about how the watch was pilfered by The Dandy Rogue! He made you sound like a magician.” I relayed with bemusement.

“Of course he did. I’m sure he will profit greatly from the theft… my targets always do! Anyhow, the newspapers are rabid dogs. They’ll pay a few shillings for an exclusive headline. And of course, the target will have an ever-embroidered story to tell at dinner parties. It is clearly a win-win situation, don’t you think?” He said lightheartedly.

I was still unsure if I agreed with him. His profession was morally objectionable, but I could not think too deeply about that, not now.

“I say, my silver cross, do you have it?” I asked. I was nervous about the coming meeting and could do with my silver crucifix for comfort.

“I do indeed. I needed a…memento of you.” He admitted. “I liked the thought of that silver chain gracing your throat and the warm cross pressed against your chest.”

My mouth went dry. Sebastian turned and grinned devilishly, well aware of what he was doing.