Behind Iron Lace by Celeste Mercy

Author:Celeste, Mercy [Celeste, Mercy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: gay contemporary erotic romance
Publisher: Silver Publishing
Published: 2011-10-29T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Sometime later, as he lay hot and sweaty in the middle of Caleb’s bed, his dick still hard, he remembered to ask the question he should have asked before letting Caleb into his pants again. “What happened to your first boyfriend?”

“Are you my boyfriend, Darcy?” He felt Caleb’s mouth stretch into a smile against his chest. “It’s been too long since I had one.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to go that far. And you avoided the question. What was your uncle talking about, Caleb?”

“Well, cher, despite being wild as the day is long, I was still a virgin when I went away to college, in all ways. I had this art professor, he was older, forty, and he liked me. After the semester ended, I let him seduce me. God, I was so stupid. I didn’t come home for Christmas, I went away with him, I let him do things to me that I never even knew a person could do to another. I fell in love with him. I did everything he wanted me to do.” Darcy could hear the pain in his voice. “They found him murdered in a hotel in Baton Rouge. It was years before I let myself love someone again. I took lovers, men and women between them, but, cher, people I love have a tendency to die.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Darcy felt as if something was squeezing his chest.

“My uncle is a bigot, Darcy, don’t let what he says bother you.”

The pain in his chest grew tighter, he knew Caleb well enough now to know he was putting up a shield. Caleb’s fingers cinched his cock, stroking him to life. Darcy knew he wanted him to forget. He let him take him in his mouth; let him make him forget this wasn’t real. “Make love to me,” he said because he wanted it, and because he’d already forgotten.

There was no pain this time, just incredible pleasure as Caleb entered him. He lifted his legs just as he’d done the night before, Caleb’s eyes intense as he moved inside him. The silver cross dangled between them, touching him when he dipped low to taste him. “J’aime yous baiser.” Darcy repeated the words from the night before. “I love fucking you. God, that feels so damned good, Caleb.”

His laugh was tight, controlled; the look in his eyes was guarded as he lost control. “Mon amour doux. Je t’aime. J’aime vous baiser,” he whispered as Darcy burst apart.

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