Page 44 of Christmas Spirit
Content. It was a good word. It was the right word. Roland had never felt content. Pursuing his career to ever greater heights, as his personal life withered and atrophied. Yes, he could get used tocontent,more than used to it.
“I can’t believe we fell asleep down here,” Georgie said, turning onto his stomach and propping his chin in his hands. “Though perhaps we should get up, otherwise Nicholas will find us. That would be embarrassing. Two guests, camping out in the lounge and naked in front of the fire.”
Roland laughed. “I suppose it would, but somehow I don’t think he’ll be back until later. We’re alone here, and I’m more than happy with that.” Roland ran his fingers through Georgie’s hair, his heart thrilling when Georgie sighed and pushed into his touch.
“S’nice. Like it when you do that. But I like this more.”
Georgie shifted across, the brush of his lips against Roland’s as soft and light as a feather. Roland groaned as, without breaking the kiss, Georgie straddled him, deepening the kiss as he moved his hips in a gentle rock.
“Like that?” Georgie murmured.
“Oh, God…”
Yes, he liked it. He liked it very much.
“But maybe I like this just as much.”
Georgie’s yelp turned into a joyous, throaty laugh as Roland tipped him from his lap and reversed their positions.
Roland kept his eyes trained on Georgie, drinking him in as he rocked his hips into Georgie, his pulse racing as his man matched him roll for roll, thrust for thrust, enjoying the delicious friction of their swollen cocks.
His man. Georgie washis man.
The thought was heady and mouthwatering.
“Got to kiss you,” Roland growled, swooping forward and claiming Georgie’s red and pillowy lips.
The kiss was wild, deep and wet, rough and noisy. Roland had never kissed a man with so much passion, want and longing, and he never would again.
He pulled back, breathing hard and fast. He gazed down at Georgie, and his heart pirouetted in his chest.
Georgie, his lips kiss-roughened, swollen and damp, his eyes bright, his face flushed, his dark, heavy hair falling forward, was a beautiful fallen angel.Hisfallen angel.
“Oh, yes,” Georgie breathed, as Roland inched down his body.
Roland’s mouth watered, his heart jumped, and his cock pulsed as Georgie lay spread before him, his long, narrow dick flushed and wet from the precum coating the bulbous head and dripping down his length.
“Roland? Please,” Georgie whined.
Roland smiled, closing his eyes as he took Georgie into his mouth.
Perfect. So, so perfect…
Roland licked and laved, sucked and kissed, swept his tongue over Georgie’s salty, wet slit. But what was more perfect were Georgie’s cries and moans, and breathless pleading for more. For more ofhim.
He pulled off, with a wet smack of lips.
Georgie groaned, then gasped, as Roland chuckled before sucking both of Georgie’s balls into his mouth, rolling them over his tongue, stretching out the thin skin of the sac. The scrape of his scruff over Georgie’s sensitive, nerve-laden skin brought a sharp intake of breath from the younger man, before it dissolved into a breathy sigh.
Too sweet, too delicious, Roland’s mouth found Georgie’s cock once more. Georgie wasn’t going to last, he was racing towards the edge. Roland felt it in Georgie’s heat, in his pulse and swell of his cock, in the grasp of his hands, thrust deep into Roland’s hair.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh, fuckinghell!” Georgie yelled as his climax burst from him, pumping streams of hot cum into Roland’s mouth.
Roland squeezed his eyes closed as the universe exploded in a chaos of light in the blackness, and his own orgasm drenched his hand, wrapped around his dick.
He lay panting, his head resting on Georgie’s hot, wet thigh. The fingers that had grabbed at his hair now carded softly through it.
“Best Christmas present I’ve ever had,” Georgie said.
