Revolutionary Temptation

by Silvia Violet

  “Jack? You with me?”

  Oh God. The look in Eli’s eyes. The wanting, the openness. Jack pulled away, needing some distance.

  “Strip and get on the bed,” he told Eli as he dropped his gaze and attended to the fastenings of his breeches.

  “No,” Eli said.

  “What?” Jack looked up. That was a mistake.

  Eli had pulled off his coat and tossed it away as if he cared not a wit for dirt or wrinkles sullying the expensive garment. He undid his cravat as Jack watched, then tossed it on top of his coat. “You’re all in, or this doesn’t happen. If you want nothing but a man you can order around and slake your lust on, go pay for that.”

  Jack’s heart sped up. “Eli, don’t do this.”

  Eli ignored him. He unbuttoned his waistcoat, and it joined his other garments. “I want more than just a quick fuck. If all I wanted was to go off, I could do that for myself.”

  “Eli, this can’t…”

  Eli unfastened his breeches and untucked his shirt. “I know this may never happen again, but tonight we’re both going to thoroughly enjoy every moment. To do that, we have to take our time.”

  Eli pulled his shirt over his head, and Jack licked his lips. My God, his lean body is gorgeous. He had the air of a man who rarely stirred himself to do anything but walk from one engagement to another, but in that, as in so many things, he’d deceived Jack. His body was sculpted from exercise, clearly hiding the power that could surprise an enemy.

  His pale skin seemed to beg Jack to decorate it with love bites, marks that would show who Eli belonged to.

  No. Eli wasn’t his. He couldn’t think that way. Yet his cock was begging him to take what he wanted, and once wasn’t going to be enough.

  Eli sat on the bed, legs spread. One hand encircled his impressive cockstand.

  “Take my boots off,” he ordered as he stroked himself.

  Jack meant to refuse, to say he wasn’t Eli’s servant. Instead, he took a few steps forward and sank to his knees. He grasped one of Eli’s boots and tugged. Eli braced himself, letting his head drop back, the long line of his neck begging for Jack’s teeth.

  The boot finally gave way, and Jack dropped it on the floor.

  Jack took its mate in hand and pulled. How did valets do this so effortlessly?

  “Jack?” Eli was watching him now.

  “Yes?” His voice was embarrassingly breathless.

  “You don’t need to be gentle with me.”

  Jack sucked in his breath. How did Eli know that he wanted it hard, rough, punishing?

  Eli stroked himself faster. “I want you to hold me down while you drive into me. I want you to wreck me.”

  “Jesus!”

  “Prayers won’t help you now.”

  No, they wouldn’t.

  Jack yanked Eli’s boot off. Then he laid his hand against Eli’s abdomen. Eli held his gaze as he slid over smooth skin and firm muscle. When he reached one of Eli’s nipples, he gave it a savage pinch.

  Eli whimpered.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes. You can discover more of what I like if you finish undressing me.”

  Jack wanted that, but first he needed to touch more of Eli. He slid his hand over Eli’s collarbone and then circled his throat, squeezing just enough for Eli to really feel it. Eli’s eyes widened, but he didn’t struggle.

  Jack let him go. “So you are serious about not being gentle?”

  Eli licked his lips. “Very.”

  Jack gripped the back of Eli’s head and yanked Eli to him for a harsh kiss that would leave their lips bruised. When they pulled apart for air, Jack lifted Eli’s legs and pulled off one stocking and then the other.

  Eli scooted farther onto the bed and lifted his hips so Jack could pull his breeches off. Then he lay there, unabashedly naked, legs open, prick jutting upward, expression smug and knowing. He seemed to love what his body was doing to Jack.

  “Tell me you have some oil,” Jack said.

  “Of course I do. I knew how much you wanted me.”

  Jack scowled at him. “You’re insufferable.”

  Eli wrapped a hand around his cock and moved it up and down, slowly, mesmerizing Jack utterly.

  “Hurry up and undress,” Eli said. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and I want to see more of you.”

  “You don’t have to flatter me.”

  “I’m not. You’re everything I fantasize about: strong, capable, a good swordsman, a good rider.”

  Jack shook his head. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

  Eli rolled to the side. “The oil is in my bag. Undress yourself, and I’ll get it.”

  Jack laid a hand on Eli’s thigh, stilling him. “Stay there. I like having you all spread out for me.”

  “Do you now?”

  Jack laughed and felt the tension he’d been holding ease. “I do. More than I should.”

  He grabbed Eli’s bag. “Where is it?”

  “There’s a small pocket on the inside. It’s not easy to find.”

  Jack felt around until he found the opening. He extracted what he needed and climbed back on the bed.

  “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” Eli asked.

  “Not yet.”

  “But I want to see you,” Eli whined.

  “I’ve got other plans right now. You said we shouldn’t rush through this.” Eli had the right of it. This wasn’t going to happen again, so they needed to make it count. A hard, quick fuck would be so much easier to dismiss as poor judgment in the heat of the moment. This was real, and parting later would hurt.

  “Jack? What is it?”

  “I want you.”

  Eli smiled, soft, not mocking. “I know. Tell me about your plans for me.”

  Jack didn’t like to talk when he fucked, but he wanted to give Eli the dirty words he craved. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Just tell me what you want.”

  “I want you in every way possible. I want to finger-fuck you and make you beg for more before I drive my cock in you and fuck you hard and deep. I want you to feel it tomorrow, to remember everything I do to you. I…” He wanted Eli to be his, but he couldn’t say that. He already had, more or less, and that was foolish, because they could never be more than this. “Right now, I want your mouth on my cock.”

  Eli sucked in his breath. “Wow. And you thought you weren’t good at this.”

  Heat filled Jack’s cheeks. “I’ve never tried before.”

  Eli sat up and unbuttoned Jack’s breeches. Jack froze when Eli reached in and wrapped a warm hand around Jack’s prick. It had been far too long since anyone had touched him like that.

  Eli pushed at his shoulder. “Stand up and take what you want.”

  Jack used the bedpost for support, since he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him.

  “I love the effect I have on you,” Eli said as he sank to his knees.

  He took hold of Jack’s hip with one hand as he swallowed Jack’s cock.

  Jack groaned. The warmth of his mouth, his soft, slick lips moving up and down, felt incredible. He wouldn’t be able to stand much without letting go.

  Eli looked up at him and smiled around his prick.

  “Please!” The word escaped, unbidden.

  Eli continued to look up at Jack as he bobbed his head up and down, taking Jack’s member deeper, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks.

  “So good!” Jack tried to keep his voice down, but that was nearly impossible. Eli’s touch was far better than his schoolboy fumbling and way more intense than the perfunctory dealings he’d paid for.

  He tried to keep still, but soon he was thrusting into Eli’s mouth. Eli hummed around him, sucking, licking. Dear God, where had he learned to do this? Jack could lose himself like this, spend so easily, watch Eli swallow his seed. But he wanted to spill himself in Eli’s ass.

  He shoved at Eli’s shoulders and struggled to pull away. “Too much. I can’t…”

  Finally Eli sat back
on his heels and wiped his mouth. “Good?”

  “By all that’s holy, I never…”

  Eli lay back and caressed his cock lazily. “I’m ready for more of your plans.”

  How was the man so seductive? The best-trained courtesan couldn’t possibly be as good as he was.

  Jack reached for the oil, dropped it, and tried again. Finally, he managed to get the cork out and pour some over his fingers.

  Eli bit his lower lip, obviously trying not to laugh, but when Jack slid his slick fingers between Eli’s ass cheeks, his eyes widened.

  Jack circled his fundament and then pushed inside. Eli closed his eyes and sighed, and Jack added another finger. Eli tensed for a second, but he didn’t complain.

  “All right?”

  “It burns, but I like it.”

  Jack pushed deeper, seeking the place inside that would make him—

  “Fuck!” Eli’s cock jerked.

  There it is. Jack stroked that sweet spot again, and Eli whimpered.

  “I love the sounds you make,” Jack confessed.

  “Y-you do?”

  “Yes!”

  Jack wanted to hear more, but he also wanted to taste Eli again. He pushed Eli’s legs up so they were doubled on his chest, and ignoring his leg’s protest, he stretched out over Eli as he kept working his fingers in and out of Eli’s ass.

  “Kiss me,” Eli said, the words barely audible.

  Jack did, hard and mercilessly, crushing Eli’s lips with his.

  Eli cupped Jack’s face, holding him where he wanted him.

  Jack kissed Eli’s jaw and then his neck. He lapped and sucked Eli’s soft skin. All the while, he kept thrusting two and then three fingers into Eli’s body.

  “Yes,” Eli gasped. “Please!”

  Jack bit down where Eli’s neck and shoulder met and sucked hard enough to leave a mark. “Mine,” he whispered.

  “Yes! Jesus Christ, yes!”

  Jack pulled his fingers from Eli’s ass and sat back, biting his lip to hold back a shout when pain shot through his injured leg. He didn’t care how much his leg hurt. He’d waited as long as he could. He had to be inside Eli right that second.

  Eli looked up at him as he touched the bruise on his neck. “It’s throbbing. I love that.”

  Jack nodded, unable to form words. He wanted to see Eli’s face as Jack filled him with his cock. He was certain Eli would show his ecstasy openly. Should he take Eli like this, face-to-face?

  No. If he could see Eli, then Eli would see him, and he would know there was more to this than animal needs. He wouldn’t give himself away like that. “Turn over.”

  Eli quickly obeyed, wrapping his arms around one of the pillows and raising his ass in the air. “Fuck me and don’t hold back.”

  No way in hell would he be able to. He poured out more oil and used it to grease his cock. Then he grasped Eli’s cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing Eli’s most intimate self.

  He brushed a finger over his hole. “You want my cock in here? You want me to fuck you, to spend inside you, to use you?”

  “Yes! Please!” Eli begged.

  Jack rose onto his knees, shifting as much of his weight as he could to his right leg. He drove in, seating himself fully in one stroke.

  Eli cried out, and Jack clamped a hand over his mouth. “Be quiet, or I’ll stop.”

  Eli nodded frantically, but Jack kept his hand there as he pulled out slowly and drove back in hard enough to force Eli farther up the bed. He repeated his movement again, then said, “I’m going to take my hand away now, and I expect you to stay quiet.”

  Eli turned his head to look at him, his green eyes darkened and wide.

  Jack leaned over him and put his hands on top of Eli’s, holding him down. “Ready for more?”

  Eli nodded frantically. “Please.” He sounded so desperate Jack couldn’t keep still. He fucked Eli mercilessly, his rhythm getting faster as Eli pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper and struggling to get his hands free.

  He had no doubt Eli wanted to stroke his cock to bring himself to completion, but Jack wasn’t going to let him, not yet. Eli’s ass would squeeze his cock so tight as Eli pumped out his seed that Jack would spend instantly. He wanted this to last and last.

  “Jack!” Eli cried, moments later.

  His name on Eli’s lips had Jack right at the edge.

  “Not done with you,” Jack said, but he was too close to hold back much longer.

  He reached under Eli and took Eli’s cock in his hand. Eli thrust against him, trying to get more friction, and Jack tightened his grip.

  “Yes. Oh, yes, Jack, I…”

  “Don’t you dare scream.”

  Eli bit down on the pillow as he spent, his seed coating Jack’s hand, his passage gripping Jack’s cock. Jack squeezed the base of his own member with his other hand, trying to hold off.

  When Eli collapsed against the bed, Jack took hold of Eli’s hips and yanked him back until Eli was practically sitting on his lap. His leg screamed, but he was too far gone to care. He drove into Eli again and again until the world went dark and pleasure stronger than any he’d known consumed him. As he jerked against Eli, spilling his seed into Eli’s ass, he buried his face against Eli’s neck to smother the cries he couldn’t hold in.

  When he was done, he hung there, holding Eli against him. The muscles in his left leg had seized up, and he dreaded trying to move.

  “Fuck,” Eli said.

  Jack nodded, knowing Eli would feel the movement. He’d never felt anything like that before.

  Eli sucked in a few breaths. “Thought you might kill me. I don’t know that I’ve ever had a fuck that good.”

  “Me either.”

  “I need to lie down,” Eli said.

  Jack rolled to his right side, awkwardly trying to stretch out his leg, and eased them down onto the mattress. When his cock slipped from Eli’s body, Eli gasped. “Riding is going to be hell tomorrow.”

  Jack started to laugh despite the sharp pain from his injury. Eli joined him, and they couldn’t stop. They were near hysterics for several long moments.

  As their laughter died down, Jack’s stomach flip-flopped. He had feelings for Eli that went far beyond lust. And now he’d only made the situation worse. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. His lungs constricted until he could hardly draw breath as he tried to find the will to stand up and walk away.

  Eli reached out and ran a hand down his back. “Tell me what happened to make you so scared.”

  “Sodomy is a hanging offense. Isn’t that reason enough to be scared?”

  “I suppose fear of death is wise,” Eli said.

  “So why do you do this? You enjoy the company of women too. Why take this risk?”

  “When I want someone, woman or man, I go after what I want.”

  “And it’s that simple?”

  Eli chuckled. “There’s nothing simple about my desires.”

  There hadn’t been that night at any rate.

  “It’s worth the risk,” Eli said. “At least sometimes. It was tonight.”

  “Yes, it was.” Even given the terror he felt in that moment, Jack wouldn’t wish the night away.

  “I grew up in Philadelphia.” The words began without conscious decision. “My father is a well-to-do attorney. He expected me to follow in his footsteps. Maybe I would have if I hadn’t needed to get away, to do something with my hands, to distract myself from the horror I’d seen.”

  Eli reached out and linked his hand with Jack’s. That simple gesture gave Jack strength.

  “I spent several years away at Princeton College, studying the law. When I came back to town, my father employed me as a bookkeeper at his law office. Another attorney, a family friend, had an office across the road. A young man a few years older than me worked as his assistant. His name was Dominic, and he was handsome, well-spoken, and accomplished, and I worshipped him. I tried to keep him from noticing that my feelings for him were far from
proper, but I could hardly keep from staring when he was near. He wasn’t married, and I never saw him talking to women, but I assumed he was focused on his work. I was wrong. He was focused on me. As much as I was on him.”

  Eli squeezed his hand and smiled. “And you accused me of being too passionate.”

  Jack laughed. “We often hate in others what we hate in ourselves.”

  “Your passion is beautiful.”

  Jack’s face heated. “We should get dressed and clean up. What if someone—”

  “No one’s going to bother us, and we’re supposed to be in bed.”

  “Not like this.”

  Eli sat up and brushed Jack’s hair off his forehead. “Tell me what happened, please.”

  His look of concern undid Jack, and he pushed on with the story. “When we both realized how we felt, we began sneaking off to the countryside together as often as possible. One evening at dusk, some men from town caught us lying together, though they must not have seen me well enough to identify me as I was facing away from them. They yelled at us and began to throw stones. Dom told me to run. I thought he would follow, but he didn’t. I believe he deliberately lured them away from me. He saved me.”

  “Oh, Jack. I’m so sorry.” Eli’s expression said he understood how the story would end.

  “I ran and ran. Even though I didn’t hear Dom behind me, I didn’t stop. Eventually I circled around and came back to town. I climbed in my window and got in bed as fast as I could, but I did not sleep that night. The next morning I found Dominic beaten to death and left in the middle of the road heading into town.”

  “Oh, dear God.” The color had drained from Eli’s face.

  “I had to pretend to be shocked. I spent the next few days waiting for the men who’d killed him to come for me. I knew who at least one of his murderers was, but I said nothing.”

  “Of course not. They would’ve killed you too, or you’d have been arrested for sodomy, which amounts to the same thing.”

  “But Dom… He made sure I got away, and I couldn’t even mourn him properly.”

  Tears stung Jack’s eyes. He’d never cried over Dominic, and he…he…

  Eli pulled Jack into his arms as the tears began to spill. Gentle crying turned into wracking sobs.

  Eli held him until he could breathe again. “Feel better?”