Free Lord Loxley's Lover by Katherine Marlowe

uncorking it. He nudged Fitz’s thigh up over his shoulder, turning his head to kiss the inside of it. Fitz groaned, curling his hands around Miles’ head to encourage him. He liked knowing that Miles hadn’t done this with anyone else. Gasping at the touch of a cold, slick finger circling his fundament, Fitz arched, leaning more of his weight back against the bookshelves.
    Miles kept his finger where it was, pressing against Fitz but not yet breaching him, as he leaned in and kissed wetly along the side of Fitz’s prick. Biting down on a cry of Miles’ name, Fitz groaned pleadingly at him. “You call me a tease?” Fitz asked, squirming his hips back against the tantalizing finger and the wet, lingering lips.
    “Yes,” Miles said, pushing his finger a little more firmly, coaxing Fitz’s body into opening to accommodate it. Fitz moaned, and promptly got louder as Miles suckled along the underside of his cock. Over many, many days at Oxford, Miles had taken care to learn all of Fitz’s preferences and weaknesses, and it seemed he hadn’t forgotten any of them. His mouth unerringly sought out all of Fitz’s most sensitive spots, teasing them mercilessly instead of giving Fitz the stimulation that he wanted.
    “ Please , Mr. Rochester,” Fitz begged, and was swiftly rewarded for it as Miles curled his lips around the head of Fitz’s prick, pressing the flat of his tongue against the glans and just holding there.
    Fitz keened with desire, knees faltering briefly. He reached one of his hands up and behind himself, taking hold of one of the sturdy bookshelves in order that he might not collapse. “Mr. Rochester,” he pleaded again, and though Miles’ mouth didn’t move, his finger did, sliding in fully and beginning to slowly move in and out. Fitz rocked his hips against it, all too willing to aid in fucking himself on Miles’ finger. “More, please,” he asked, and received a second finger, carefully wiggling within him and coaxing his body to relax.
    Lord Loxley had almost forgotten how this felt, as Miles’ fingers massaged at his rim and then dipped deep, twisting within him in order to open and relax Fitz’s body. He shuddered, undulating against the wall of shelves as Miles’ mouth at last began to move, sliding down the length of Fitz’s prick and then back up. His dark brown eyes stayed locked on Fitz’s face, full of heat and affection as he teased out Fitz’s reactions.
    “Another,” Fitz said, when his body had relaxed enough that he no longer felt the slight stretch of the intrusion, but only the slick, smooth pleasure of Miles’ fingers moving within him. Miles complied, carefully adding a third finger within him, twisting his long, graceful fingers inside his lover. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Fitz let his eyes fall shut, focusing on the exquisite sensations of Miles’ mouth enveloping him and Miles’ fingers working him open. He could feel the arousal building within his body, need pooling in his loins, and then Miles had pulled his mouth away and returned to chaste, maddening light kisses along the side of it.
    “I know you’re about to come,” Miles said, his breath against Fitz’s damp skin earning a shiver.
    Fitz whined in response, incapable of forming a more coherent complaint.
    “Not yet,” Miles told him, continuing to dip his fingers into Fitz’s body with slow, steady strokes.
    “I’m ready,” Fitz said, rocking his hips against the fingers within him. “Please, Mr. Rochester.”
    Smiling warmly at him, Mr. Rochester drew his fingers out and got to his feet, letting go of Fitz as he began to unfasten the front flap of his breeches and drew out his cock from within.
    Fitz moved his arms to rest around Mr. Rochester’s neck, holding on to him as his lover lifted Fitz off the ground by his thighs, pressing him back against the shelves as Mr. Rochester lined himself up and slowly lowered Fitz onto his length.
    Groaning shamelessly, Fitz tilted his head for a kiss, and