Edmund

EDMUND

Edmund thought he might possibly pass out. He hadn’t decided yet if he should be embarrassed about the box of condoms he’d purchased that had sat unused in his bathroom cabinet for months or if it had been forward thinking; he’d managed to forget he had them. When he’d ordered them—online, of course, a man also had to have dignity—he’d felt the heat of embarrassment even while alone in his own house. But now they were proving to be a miracle. A Christmas miracle.

“What were you doing rummaging in my cabinets?” he asked Owen.

“Looking for condoms; a man has to have hope.” Oh yes, yes, a man did. “So…?”

Owen turned in a circle, taking in Edmund’s bedroom. Ridiculously, Edmund hoped it stood up to whatever judgment Owen was passing on it. Why the devil was he worried about his bedroom? He wanted to be in the bed. He wanted everything Owen was offering and more. He’d waited far too long, and he wasn’t feeling patient anymore.

“So…” Owen repeated, “laird of the castle? Does that make me the scullery boy? Or the naughty butler? Or,” his eyes narrowed in a way Edmund could only describe to himself as wicked , “perhaps the laird’s castle has been stormed by a villainous American pirate who plans to have his way with you?”

Edmund swallowed and stepped backward toward his king-size bed. When he’d bought it, months ago, he’d laughed at himself for thinking that maybe one day someone as sexy as Owen might share it with him. The backs of his knees hit the mattress.

Owen advanced toward him. “This pirate, known to friends and enemies as, hmmm, The Blade , has heard about you, Edmund Lake, and wants you for himself.”

Now Owen was against him again. He whispered into Edmund’s ear. “Is this okay?”

Edmund nodded furiously, because he wanted Owen to know just how wonderful and okay this was, how aroused he was, how he’d fantasized about something like this his entire life. He managed to squeeze the words, “Yes, please,” out past his lips.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you,” Owen growled.

He stepped away to give Edmund room to remove his clothing. Pirate Blade was back—Edmund giggled. If they did this again, Owen was going to have to come up with a better name than The Blade.

“It’s not polite to laugh at pirates,” Owen helpfully pointed out before demanding, “Clothes, off.”

This time Edmund obeyed. If he was going to allow himself to be ravished in his castle, he needed to not worry about his body. As quickly as he could, he pushed his trousers to the floor and yanked his shirt over his head, flinging it across the room. With only the light from the streetlamps outside illuminating the room, Edmund stood naked, waiting for further instructions. Regardless of his slight embarrassment, his cock was still on board, listing slightly to the right as it filled and lifted away from his body.

“Is that for me, Laird?” Owen asked.

He was still fully dressed, and once again he advanced on Edmund, forcing him to step back against the bed. Edmund couldn’t speak.

“I think this is for me.”

Keeping his gaze pinned on Edmund, Owen, Blade, reached down and stroked Edmund from base to tip with just one finger. Edmund gasped, even though he knew what was happening, when Owen wrapped his fingers around Edmund’s cock.

“I think this is for me, and I want to taste it. When I’m done with you, Laird , you won’t remember your name.”

Edmund didn’t expect Owen to drop to his knees and take him into his mouth, but that’s what he did. He had to put a hand behind himself to keep from falling back onto the bed. The sensations were impossible, intense: the wet heat of Owen’s mouth, the soft-rough texture of his tongue, the heat of him around Edmund. Oh, god, he’d had blowjobs before, but this, this was more. This was Owen making love to him, ravishing Edmund’s body.

Owen glided his free hand up the back of Edmund’s leg to grip his ass. Then he slowly and deliberately began to run his fingers down and back up the crack of him, not delving or demanding but tempting and making Edmund want so much more. He heard someone groan and wasn’t embarrassed to realize it had been him. He couldn’t keep himself still any longer; try as he might, his hips were moving forward and back with small thrusts into Owen’s heat.

Those fingers moved closer and closer to his hole as Edmund thrust. Each time he moved backward the fingers were closer, and, oh god, he wanted them right there. He wanted Owen over him and in him. Owen sucked and licked Edmund’s shaft, running his tongue across his slit and around his tip. When he used his wicked pirate’s tongue on the very tip, almost licking inside, Edmund very nearly came right then. His erection throbbed, and his legs shuddered, barely keeping him standing.

Owen pulled off him with a delicious pop. The air was cold and unwelcome.

“Laird,” he began, his voice ragged, “get yourself on the bed. And don’t do anything foolish like touch yourself.”

Edmund hadn’t even considered getting himself off, but now that Owen had told him not to, that’s all he wanted. With a groan, Edmund climbed onto the bed, lying on his back on top of the covers.

“Hands behind your head, Laird.”

He obeyed, feeling both exposed and aroused as he turned his head to watch Owen undress.

With a naughty smirk, Owen began to undress. Edmund thought he might die of his erection before Owen started touching him again. First, Owen slid his jeans down and pulled them off, leaving his T-shirt hanging in a tantalizing way so that Edmund couldn’t really see anything. Owen turned around and bent over to pick up his jeans, and the T-shirt lifted, exposing his ass—just as he had planned. Edmund almost had to shut his eyes. He throbbed, and his erection bounced of its own accord.

Tossing his jeans over the back of Edmund’s comfy chair, Owen turned back around, still wearing that smirk.

“You are delicious. I want to eat you up.”

Finally, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and was gloriously naked. Edmund feasted his eyes on his lover’s gorgeous form. Owen was lean but not skinny. The chest hair Edmund had felt under his touch the night before was visible, and while not heavy, it dusted his pecs before narrowing to a trail that extended downward toward his fully erect, heavy cock, which was pointing directly toward Edmund.

“See how much I want you, Laird? I’m going to own you after this: you will be mine. I will have ruined you.”

“Oh, god, yes, ruin me,” Edmund gasped.

Owen climbed onto the bed, straddling Edmund’s body. It took everything Edmund had not to move his hands so he could touch Owen, grab his hips, anything to keep him where he sat. Owen scooched up over Edmund’s chest so his cock was tapping against Edmund’s lips.

“Open.”

Edmund let Owen in. Owen was gentle—he didn’t shove himself all the way into Edmund’s mouth—but he filled him, oh god, how he filled him. Edmund had to shut his eyes while he sucked Owen. The sight of Owen’s body over his pushed Edmund to the edge again—he’d never been very far away.

“Jesus, Edmund, you are incredible.” Owen groaned, and a bead of sweat dropped onto Edmund’s cheek. “If we keep this up, The Blade is not going to last.”

“Can’t have that,” Edmund panted out. Still, he couldn’t help giving Owen one last long, hard suck.

Owen pulled out of Edmund’s mouth and lay—or collapsed, Edmund wasn’t sure—on top of him. He was still for a moment before restarting his torture. Starting with the lobe of Edmund’s right ear, Owen licked and laved his way down Edmund’s body, stopping for a moment at his nipples, sucking them into tiny peaks and nearly making Edmund come.

“Oh, shit, god, Owen…” he moaned.

Further down he went, his erection leaving behind the wet of spit and precome: a trail of lust, Edmund thought. When he reached Edmund’s groin, Owen sat up and reached over to the night table where, Edmund saw now, the box of condoms sat waiting. He plucked one out of the box, tore open the wrapper, and while keeping his gaze locked on Edmund, began to roll the condom on over his erection.

All Edmund could think was how long he’d waited for this and how lucky he was to have found the right person. Owen understood him. Owen seemed to get Edmund without Edmund having to explain himself—and if he wasn’t sure, Owen asked. It was freeing.

“Lube?”

Edmund pointed his chin toward the nightstand. “Drawer.”

Once again Owen leaned across Edmund’s body. He opened the drawer and grabbed the lube. Squeezing a generous amount into his palm, he slathered the gel onto himself.

“Roll over, Laird. I want your ass in the air.”

Edmund had almost forgotten their game, but he quickly obeyed, rolling onto his stomach, spreading his knees, and raising his ass.

“God, you are gorgeous. Always beautiful, but like this you are gorgeous.”

Edmund didn’t know how to respond since he felt neither gorgeous nor beautiful, but he didn’t think he was allowed to argue with a pirate. He heard Owen squeeze more lube into his hand, and then a questing finger began to gently spread lube around his hole. He couldn’t help but shudder.

“I want to make this so good for you. You’ll never want another man, another pirate.”

Edmund was breathing hard, overcome with desire and anticipation. He was so hard all he wanted to do was rut into the mattress for relief. His knees were shaking with the effort it took to stay still.

“You are such a good boy,” Owen whispered, “So responsive. I know you want to come. I’m going to push my finger inside you now.”

And he did.

Edmund was expecting it. He’d read about it, watched plenty of porn, even tried to finger himself, but experiencing it was entirely different. Entirely amazing. He pushed back onto Owen’s finger, wanting more, wanting and needing it right this minute. Once Owen was inside him, he wasn’t going to last.

“Please,” he asked.

“Please? Please fuck me, Mr. Blade? Please put your member inside me and have your way with me?”

Edmund nodded furiously: yes, yes, yes.

Owen stopped teasing him. Next Edmund felt a different kind of pressure, soft but impressive—a promise.

“Relax. Push back like you were doing before.”

Slowly Owen pushed into him, keeping up the string of naughty words falling from his lips: curses, swearing, rambling about Edmund’s heat and the pressure of his ass. It seemed like forever, and then, with a final push, Owen was past the first ring of muscle.

Edmund felt… full.

“Relax.”

He breathed out, reminding himself to loosen his muscles. Owen pushed himself further inside. It was impossible—Edmund panicked, he was going to be a virgin forever, he wasn’t going to be able to do it. He felt his erection sagging, then Owen’s cock scraped across something inside him and he froze, wanting to feel it again. Owen obliged, his hips snug against Edmund’s ass as he moved in and out of his hole, each time sliding across his prostate.

He’d read about it, of course, but reading was one thing. Having Owen inside him rubbing against it until Edmund was out of his head, moaning and thrashing against the mattress trying to keep from coming and wanting to come right now all at the same time was entirely different. Something inside him demanded action. He moved a hand down and started to slide it under his body. It wouldn’t take much, maybe a tug or two.

“Don’t you dare. That’s mine, remember?”

Oh, bloody hell. Edmund put his hand back where it had been, releasing a pathetic whine.

“Don’t you worry, I’ve got you.”

Owen rubbed along Edmund’s ring, stretched wide by Owen’s cock. The area was extra sensitive, and Owen was now ramming his prostate and rubbing at the same time. Edmund’s balls tightened, and his tip was rubbing against the sheet. The sensations were so much, so incredible and overwhelming, he almost didn’t realize Owen had quit rubbing his entrance and instead reached around to wrap his fingers around Edmund’s shaft and began to pump him.

“God, you are so hard. Fuck, Edmund. Fucking, fuck. You’re so tight around me. Oh, my fucking god.”

Edmund felt Owen’s heavy, come-filled balls slap against his ass; felt Owen’s member, hard, thick, and hot, throb inside him directly against his prostate—and that was enough. Owen pumped him once more, and the spark Edmund had been fighting off exploded into fire. He shouted as his orgasm hit him. Come pulsed out the tip of his cock, forming a puddle underneath his body. Owen was jammed into Edmund, Edmund’s hole clenched around Owen’s shaft, and then he knew Owen was coming too. With a groan and what Edmund thought was a half protest, Owen collapsed onto his back.

“That was fucking incredible,” Owen muttered. “You are incredible. So responsive, so… willing.”

“Is that pirate pillow talk?” Edmund asked with a smile.

“Pirate Blade is blissed out.”

With care, Owen eased out of Edmund, asking, “Are you okay?”

Edmund rolled over so he could look Owen in the eyes. He smiled. “Very, very okay.”

Owen tugged the condom off and wrapped it in tissue before tossing it in the bedside bin, then lay back down beside Edmund.

“So, you think you might invite a pirate over again?”

Edmund’s ass was definitely going to be feeling Owen the next morning—and he regretted nothing, not even waiting as long as he had. Owen was the one he hadn’t known he was waiting for. He wrapped one arm around Owen, tugging him against him.

“Yes.”