Page 35 of Christmas Spirit
“I’m sorry,” Roland said, his voice rough and strained. “I shouldn’t have—have grabbed you like that.”
His head dropped and he made to turn aside, but Georgie stepped in close and rested a hand against Roland’s cheek.
Roland stilled, his sigh quivering as he pushed into Georgie’s palm.
Soul-deep sadness. Tonight, Georgie would push its heavy weight from Roland’s shoulders.
“You’re afraid.” Slowly, rhythmically, Georgie brushed his thumb across Roland’s cheekbone.
“Am I that obvious?” Roland said, his voice hoarse and uneven. “This. I’ve not… it’s been so long since…” His head dropped forward as his shoulders slumped.
“Thiscan be anything we want. It can be all, or it can be nothing. It could just be a kiss. We could say goodnight, you clinging to your side of the bed, me to mine—”
“I don’t want that,” Roland whispered. “God help me, but I don’t.”
“God? He’s got nothing to do with it. Because I’m here, and I’m all the help you need.”
Chapter Nineteen
What in the love of God am I doing?
This was wrong, it was dangerous. He was opening himself up, making himself vulnerable—
“Ah, God…” Roland’s words shuddered from him, as Georgie, hot and naked and straddling him, his cock full and heavy and pressed against Roland’s own, sucked on his hard, nervy nipple.
Georgie laughed, sending delicious shivers across Roland’s heated skin.
I shouldn’t let him… let myself… dangerous…
The words in Roland’s head, so, so insistent and insidious, died as Georgie inched his way down his body, licking and sucking his way across his chest, his stomach, his—
“Oh, fuck.”
“Hmm, s’nice,” Georgie said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in Roland’s groin.
Roland groaned, his legs flopping wider, his breath coming in faster, tighter, shallower gasps. His whole body spasmed, fire searing through his veins as Georgie’s tongue swept over the head of his cock, lapping at his slit, at the tingling, throbbing head.
“Roland? You okay? If you don’t want me to—”
“Yes,” Roland ground out.God, yes.
A strangled cry was wrenched from him as Georgie’s lips slid the length of his dick, taking him deep into the hot wetness of his mouth.
Every suck, every lick, every sweep of Georgie’s tongue, it was too much, it wasn’t enough. It was perfect pain, perfect pleasure. It was everything he’d yearned for,craved, for so long in the arid desert of his life. It was everything he had been afraid of for so many years. It was everything he wanted, here and now, with a boy who should have been off-limits…
Roland thrust his fingers into Georgie’s hair, gripping handfuls tight. Georgie chuckled, picking up speed, his head bobbing, working every inch of Roland’s cock, sending a tingle deep into his balls.
The circling of a fingertip across his entrance, coaxing, pressing, breaching, was a bolt of electricity that jerked every muscle, sinew and nerve in Roland’s body.
This, this, this…His body hungered, needed. It had—
“Been so long, been so fucking long.”
The words were ripped from him, dragged from some place dark and deep within.
Roland thrust his hips forward, opening himself up, offering himself up, as he flung an arm across his eyes, feeling the wetness pooling in them, then overflowing as a sob broke through his sealed lips.
Georgie went still.
