Chapter 12

Billy had never had reason before tonight to step inside the ducal bedchamber at Wulferston House.

The comfort and rich décor of the adjoining bedroom was overwhelming enough for a young man who, previous to his employment here, had shared a bed with his two younger brothers.

Wulf’s bedchamber was even more richly furnished, with a dark oak four-poster bed and matching heavy furniture.

There were deep blue brocade curtains drawn back at the four corners of the bed and in front of the two bay windows looking out onto the street below and the park across the street. A large blue-and-gold Aubusson carpet covered most of the highly polished flooring. Blue-and-gold panels adorned the cream walls. The ornate ceiling above was painted with cherubs and shepherdesses between blue-and-gold arches and panels.

Billy felt as if he had stepped inside a painting himself, like the ones he had seen in a museum when his Ma was still alive and able to take her children to visit the historical and educational sites of London.

That was without including the main and dominant feature of this richly appointed room.

Wulfram Edmund Fitzherbert, the Duke of Wulferston.

The duke had removed his boots, jacket, waistcoat, and neckcloth, while Billy looked in awe about the bedchamber. The duke was now dressed only in his unfastened shirt and perfectly tailored pantaloons as he observed Billy from across the room.

The darkness of the duke’s hair was lightly tousled, adding to his less than usual sartorial appearance, the darkness of his gaze fixed unwaveringly, hungrily, on Billy.

The two men had quickly finishing eating their dinner before coming up the stairs together to Wulf’s bedchamber and adjoining dressing room.

For some reason, Billy had thought the duke would retire to the latter and remove his clothes, and so allow Billy the privacy to undress.

Instead, he could only stare across the room, his lips slightly parted, as he watched Wulf pull his shirt up and over his head before he dropped it on the pile of his other clothes on the chair in front of the dressing table.

Revealing a musculature his tailored clothes had only hinted at.

Wulf’s chest and arms were tanned a golden brown, each muscle sharply defined, with a light dusting of dark hair across his chest and tapering down the flatness of his stomach before disappearing beneath the waistband of his pantaloons.

His naked chest took Billy’s breath away, and he thought he might faint dead away from excitement once Wulf was completely unclothed. He already felt lightheaded from the rush of blood to his cock the moment he had looked at Wulf’s muscular chest and shoulders.

He felt a moment of uncertainty that he could ever be a suitable lover for a gentleman as worldly and sophisticated as Wulf Fitzherbert.

* * *

Wulf frowned at the wild panic he could see in his lover’s eyes the moment Billy realized Wulf had already commenced removing his clothing.

He frowned his concern, both at this reaction and the fact that Billy was still completely clothed, with not even his neckcloth loosened. “You failed to answer my question earlier.” He spoke with the same softness he would use when attempting to settle a skittish horse.

Billy ran his tongue across his lips before replying. “Which question would that be?”

“How many lovers have you had before me,” Wulf stated bluntly, wanting there to be no misunderstanding as to his meaning.

Billy looked down at the carpet for several seconds before raising his head and staring directly into Wulf’s eyes. “Not a one,” he answered equally as bluntly.

“You— I—” Wulf almost swallowed his own tongue, he was so startled. “When you say not a one…?”

“I mean exactly that,” he stated. “Your cock is the first one I’ve seen in the flesh, so to speak, apart from me brothers, and theirs don’t count.”

“So earlier, when you—when I?—”

“Stands to reason that if yours is the first cock I seen, then it must also be the first one I sucked. You said you had no complaints at the time?” He lifted his chin as if daring Wulf to make those complaints now.

Which he had absolutely no intention of doing.

Yes, he was surprised and stunned by Billy’s answer.

Immensely so, considering Billy’s background.

At the same time, Wulf felt honored to have been chosen to be the first lover of this remarkable young man.

First and last, as far as he was concerned.

Billy’s answer filled him with such a sense of possessiveness, Wulf knew he would never allow there to be another lover after him.

Billy was his, damn it.

“I have none now either,” he assured as he stepped forward until he stood only inches in front of his young lover. “Will you allow me to undress you?”

Billy’s throat moved as he swallowed. “I know I said I won’t be your temporary valet, but shouldn’t I still be the one offering to undress you?”

“No,” Wulf stated emphatically. “I wish to make love to you as I remove your clothing. To kiss and caress every inch of you.”

“To eat me?” Billy questioned in a gruff voice.

Wulf nodded. “Eat. Taste. Lick. Devour you,” he promised.

Billy groaned. “Then you best get on with it, because my cock already feels as if it’s about to explode!”

“My love,” Wulf murmured as he gazed at him reverently, overwhelmed at knowing he would be Billy’s first lover.

Overjoyed at the thought of being Billy’s only lover.

* * *

Billy’s self-consciousness was forgotten as Wulf first removed his jacket, waistcoat and shirt, to reveal his smooth and unblemished skin beneath. Not tanned or muscular, like Wulf’s, but the darkness of Wulf’s eyes said he liked what he saw.

Billy groaned his pleasure when Wulf first licked his strawberry-colored nipples before sucking them, one at a time, into the heat of his mouth. That suction on those buds and the rough rasp of Wulf’s tongue created a bone-melting pleasure unlike anything Billy had ever felt from the caress of his own hands.

He gave a startled squeak when Wulf fell to his knees in front of him. There was something—something primal in seeing such a tall and haughty gentleman dropping to his knees for someone as insignificant as him.

Billy could only stare, no longer breathing, as Wulf unfastened his pantaloons and pulled down the front of his drawers to release the slender length of his cock. Billy gasped the moment he felt the wetness of Wulf’s tongue licking up the pre-cum glistening on the rosy top.

Wulf looked up at him with dark eyes. “You have a very pretty cock.”

Billy made a face. “It’s supposed to be manly, not pretty.”

“It is delicious.” Wulf blew on that sensitive tip. “Long and slender, and so responsive to my touch.” He continued to hold Billy’s gaze as he lowered his head and took the whole of that bulbous top into the heat of his mouth and commenced to suck.

Billy groaned when Wulf grasped his arse cheeks and began to squeeze in rhythm with the sucking on his cock. “I don’t— I’m going to come if you continue to do that,” he warned.

No sooner had Wulf murmured his encouragement for such an outcome than Billy’s cock first swelled and then he began to come in hot bursts that Wulf licked up and swallowed before the next spurt filled his mouth.

“I wanted us to come together, with you inside me.” Billy could hear the pout of disappointment in his tone.

Wulf lifted his head to smile at him, his lips glistening with Billy’s release. “You are young and will soon harden again, my love,” he assured. He lifted Billy and placed him in the center of the bed before joining him there.

An assurance which came true mere minutes later under the gentle lick and suck of Wulf’s mouth and the strong stroke of his hands.

The whole of Billy’s body felt as it if was lit by a fire within, igniting a deep and aching pleasure which caused his cock to once again engorge and rise.

He stiffened slightly when he felt the caress of Wulf’s fingers between the cheeks of his arse.

“I have to prepare you, love,” Wulf assured as he opened and reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet and took out a tub. “I need to open you up and lubricate inside you with some of this.” He scooped up a large dollop of the contents of the tub onto his fingers. “Otherwise, I might hurt you, and that I will never allow myself to do.”

Billy’s embarrassment at the intimacy was completely forgotten as he remembered the size and length of Wulf’s cock.

It helped that Wulf once again sucked Billy’s cock deep into his mouth at the same time as he pressed the lubricant into Billy’s arse. Wulf then pressed his fingers inside and used a scissoring movement to stretch and loosen those tight muscles.

Billy almost lifted completely off the bed when Wulf’s fingers brushed against something inside him that instantly caused hot pleasure to course through him. “Do that again,” he begged, body hot, legs trembling.

That heat and shaking increased when Wulf did as he asked, the pleasure almost too much. Almost.

Billy was determined he would not spill again before he had Wulf’s cock inside him.

“I need to feel you inside me now, Wulf,” he pleaded.

Wulf moved so that he was above Billy, the hardness of his thighs resting against the smaller man’s, the head of his cock knocking against the rosette between Billy’s bottom cheeks. “Tell me if I hurt you, and I will stop,” he instructed.

He frowned. “Isn’t it supposed to hurt a little to start with?”

“Perhaps. A little.” A nerve pulsed in Wulf’s jaw. “Hurting you is the last thing I wish to do.”

Billy nodded. “I’m ready. More than ready,” he insisted as Wulf still hesitated.

* * *

Wulf looked down to watch as he pressed the round tip of his cock against Billy’s softened and lubricated entrance. He was terrified of hurting his lover, or worse, making the experience so unpleasant that Billy never wished to do this again.

“God, that feels wonderful,” Billy gasped once Wulf’s cockhead was fully inside his heat. “I want more,” he pleaded, his hands clasping Wulf’s shoulders to use as leverage as he was the one to lift his hips and push until Wulf’s cock was fully inside him. “Move,” he urged.

Wulf had no choice but to do exactly that, all caution having fled the moment Billy took the initiative and the heat of his channel engulfed Wulf’s cock to the hilt.

They kissed, long and hungrily, as their bodies moved together in a rhythm so perfect, Wulf quickly felt his balls tighten and his release fast approaching.

He lifted his head. “Billy, I am going to?—”

“Do it.” Billy looked up at him with fevered eyes. “I want to feel the heat of your cum as it pumps inside me.”

Considering Billy’s earlier shyness, Wulf had not anticipated that Billy would be so verbally explicit.

“Jerk my cock as you thrust that big cock into me harder,” Billy groaned.

Wulf was unable to look away from the beauty of his lover’s face as he thrust his cock deeper at the same time as he stroked Billys cock.

He felt it the moment the latter swelled before the heat of Billy’s cum began to gush over his fingers.

It was the signal for his own cock to throb and release pulse after pulse of his cum inside Billy’s greedy channel.