Bound Forever by Ava March Read Free Book Online

seem rather pleased with yourself this evening.”
    “I am,” he admitted, somehow keeping the predatory grin from his mouth. The second glass of brandy appeared to have done its duty, lulling Vincent’s senses just enough so the tiniest bit of languid ease lurked behind his movements. He did not want the man foxed. He wanted Vincent to remember every detail from tonight. But the large glass of spirits would hopefully aid him in stripping away every one of Vincent’s inhibitions.
    Vincent folded his coat and put it on the chair by the narrow door to the dressing room. “Any particular reason?”
    Oliver shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance. At the slight narrowing of Vincent’s eyes, he added, “I had a productive day and shared a wonderful meal with you.”
    To his relief, the hint of suspicion left Vincent’s eyes, yet his gaze lingered on Oliver’s face, as though searching for something. He was giving his lover too much time to think. That wouldn’t do at all.
    Oliver crossed to the bedside table, removed his spectacles and the jade cravat pin, and placed them in the small silver dish. He unbuttoned his coat and flung it toward the washstand. Then he turned to face Vincent. “I missed you today.” Letting every bit of desire and need rush to the surface, he gazed at his lover.
    As if drawn by an invisible cord, Vincent breeched the distance between them. “As I you.” Vincent cupped his jaw, brushed the pad of his thumb across Oliver’s bottom lip. “Now why don’t you put that beautiful mouth to good use?”
    “It would be my pleasure.” Not wanting Vincent to settle into the role of dominant, he deliberately left off the milord address. He wanted the man focused on him and on the pleasures he offered, not on the locked trunk beside the dresser that his gaze had already found once since entering the room.
    No restraints and no floggers. No crossbars or toys. Tonight it would be just him and Vincent. His breath hitched in his chest. He took a moment, a very short moment, to calm his pulse. Then he dropped to his knees.
    Slow and deliberate, he unbuttoned the placket of Vincent’s trousers. A light tug and the string of his drawers released. Reaching inside, he carefully pulled Vincent’s semierect cock free. The sight alone of that gorgeous prick, the length thick and heavy in his hand, made his arse tighten in anticipation. As he flicked his tongue over the crown, he could almost feel the flared head breach his entrance, stretch him wide. A low moan shook his throat. But he ignored the demands of his own body and focused on Vincent—on slowly building the tension, on nurturing the want, the need he knew was within him.
    Leisurely glides of his mouth along the rapidly hardening shaft. Teasing swirls of his tongue across the head. Soft presses of his lips to the satiny smooth skin. He adored the man’s cock. Could worship it for hours. Had done so on more than one occasion, the resulting ache in his jaw nothing compared to the pure pleasure of pleasing Vincent.
    A large hand threaded into his hair to cup the back of his skull. Oliver yielded to the pressure as Vincent guided him up his length to the crown.
    “Take me inside.”
    The tiniest bit of impatience behind Vincent’s words threatened to bring a smile to Oliver’s lips. Instead, he opened his mouth and eagerly followed Vincent’s command.
    He suckled the head, flicked his tongue to the sensitive spot beneath, and slowly slid down the length until Vincent’s cock nudged the back of his throat. Then he picked up a rhythm of long strokes, keeping the suction more gentle than hard, not wanting the lust to build too swiftly.
    Vincent’s grip flexed against his skull like a cat kneading a blanket. His groans even resembled the purrs of a content lion, low and gravelly, the sounds rumbling around Oliver.
    If the man had even an ounce of tension in his body when he walked into the room, it had now gone. Oliver glanced up. Vincent’s head was