Page 36 of Christmas Spirit
“Roland?” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… I should have asked. Sorry.”
“No. It’s what I want.”
Roland pulled his arm from his eyes. Georgie stared up at him, his gaze soft and full of concern, his top teeth worrying at his lower lip.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
Georgie lay a soft kiss, barely more than a breath, as though Roland were something precious to be cherished, on the inside of each of Roland’s thighs.
“I can make you feel so good, can make us both feel good…” Georgie murmured as he began once more to stroke and coax and stretch, and breach, Roland’s fluttering, nervy muscle.
Roland sighed, and closed his eyes, giving himself up to Georgie’s touch.
I can make you feel so good…
“Ah, fuck.” Roland’s limbs shook, heat exploding in every corner of his body. His hands fisted, his toes curled and clenched, almost cramping, his heart thumping out a wild beat, sweat drenching his skin, as Georgie stroked, and stroked, and stroked his gland.
So long…
The bed rocked, its wood creaking, melding with the moans, muttered curses, and strangled cries. His, but not only his.
Roland forced his eyes open and his heart all but burst.
Georgie, on his knees and between his splayed legs, his palm around his own cock, touching himself at the same time he touched Roland, his hips snapping backwards and forwards as he fucked hard into his fisted hand. Georgie cried out, incoherent, animalistic, throwing his head back, his spine arching, as cum burst from his cock, arcing high before splattering them both with its hot stickiness.
Roland gasped as Georgie jerked forward, saying something Roland couldn’t hear or understand. The buzz of white noise filled his head as Georgie wrapped his wet palm around Roland’s burning, pulsing cock, as with his other hand he thrust his fingers deeper into Roland, hitting his gland over and over.
Roland’s balls pulled up tight, his muscles convulsing and spasming as his orgasm exploded from him. His heart hammered a crazed rhythm, wild and out of control, his breath a crushing weight in his lungs, as his body trembled and quaked. Sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging and blinding, as panic raced up his backbone.
“Roland. Roland, you’re fine. Everything’s okay.”
A voice, soft and reassuring, like the steady stroke across his brow, calming him down, bringing him down.
“Hey, just take slow, deep breaths. That’s better. So much better. That was — intense.”
Georgie, shifting, laying down next to him, and smiling, before snuggling into him and burrowing into his side.
“Intense,” Georgie murmured, his voice softening and slurring. “And amazing, and beautiful, and…”
Georgie’s words melted to nothing, replaced with a gentle puff of his lips as sleep took him.
Roland swallowed hard and stared up at the shadows cavorting across the ceiling. He’d never, ever come like that before, he’d never experienced…
Georgie muttered something in his sleep, and shuffled in closer, coiling his arm around Roland’s waist as though to stake his place and claim him.
The lone candle spluttered and went out and, in the darkness, Roland stared, wide-eyed and with mounting fear, at the sleeping man next to him, asking himself what in God’s name he had let happen.
Chapter Twenty
“Ididn’t know whether to wake you,” Georgie said, as he turned from gazing out of the window to find Roland staring at him.
Georgie couldn’t help smiling, he just couldn’t, because he didn’t remember when he’d last been so alive and happy. He ran a hand over his hair, still damp from the shower, his cheeks throbbing with heat.
Last night, it was amazing. You were amazing.The words danced on the tip of Georgie’s tongue, as sudden shyness overtook him, and he dropped his gaze.
The sounds Roland had made, the way his body reacted to the slightest touch, the way the man had unravelled. It had been like a dream, as they’d made love, their bodies painted in shadow and light.
He pulled his baggy, oversized sweatshirt down, as his dick stirred and nudged the zip on his jeans.
