Never would Cash have expected this explosive of an orgasm, and the first shot from Arthur's cock caught him off-guard. Pulling back slightly, his hands continued to work feverishly through the wild ride, even when he had to temporarily abandon stroking Arthur's cock to push his hips back to where ...

Now there was a pretty idea: Watching Arthur fuck himself stupid, all for an audience consisting only of Cash. It wasn't unappealing, not in the least, though he wasn't sure how well he'd do just watching . Still, it was enough to draw a hungry moan from him, though it terminated into a muffled ...

It wasn't about content . If it were only about that, the both of them could have been content being alone; content only in warming beds; content in never allowing themselves to fall into this wild and deep thing growing between them. No, merely leaving Arthur content wasn't enough.

The request ...

He couldn't help it – Cash laughed at the reaction he'd garnered, disrupting the attention he'd planned on lavishing Arthur with. "Oh, is it mercy you want then, Mr. Beckwith?" He'd never get it regardless, but Cash turned his head slightly, opened his mouth wide to gently bite one of those full ...

"I ain't ever spent a winter in England," he defended, laughing. He probably should've planned better, but admittedly the set-up had also been a little bit derailed by the arrival of a most distracting man.

Said distracting man was even more distracting like this, splayed out, pretty as a damn ...

Arthur could deny it, but Cash wasn't blind. He wouldn't belabor the point, wouldn't sit here mentally flagellating himself for it, but it was a misstep, and one he wasn't eager to repeat. Still, he smiled, stowed away the sorrow and the bitterness at the world the lived within, and allowed Arthur ...

Lost in his own thoughts, brief though it was, the American was left further off-kilter by Arthur's concern. He hadn't wanted to ruin the moment with his hesitations and regrets, but it seemed that it had happened regardless.

It wouldn't be such a sin to brush it off, he knew; would hardly be the ...

The mumbled accusation spurred on another laugh. "I wouldn't say terribly . You sure looked really pretty all painted with my spunk." A happy hum accompanied the memory Arthur had stirred, though it did prompt a sigh. "Wish I'd found you ten years ago. Then I could give you both." A slight ...

Thoroughly spent, sweaty, the weight of Arthur distributed awkwardly across his lap, Cash could do little but lay boneless in the afterglow. Hands that had fallen to either side rose again to caress Arthur's thighs as the valet lifted himself once more, though the question made him laugh. There was ...

The new position was dangerous; it had been fine to keep his climax at bay with the intimacy of the slow, deep fuck they'd been having. Now all bets were off, especially to see Arthur so damned wanton. Were it possible, Cash would want a picture of him, just like this: Driving himself madly upon the ...