Theo ground into him, the head of his cock skating over that spot of intense pleasure, over and over, till George was mindless with need.
His climax, when it came, was like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life, deep, internal waves of pleasure that thrummed through his whole body. He was barely aware of the spend pulsing from his cock onto the sheet below him. The only thing holding him up was Theo’s strong arm, now banded around his chest.
When he came back to himself, Theo was crooning his ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”
George blinked and turned his head, meeting Theo’s gaze, which was affectionate, and a little amused.
“Sorry,” he mumbled through numb lips. “Give me a minute to gather myself, then it’s your turn.”
Theo laughed at that. “I don’t whether to be flattered or offended.”
“What?”
Theo grinned. “I’ve had my turn.”
George felt heat rush into his cheeks. “You spent?”
“Didn’t you realise?”
“No, I—I was rather overwhelmed.” He felt it now though—Theo’s release was sliding out of him and George wasn’t sure if he was thrilled or appalled. Maybe both.
Theo’s gaze darkened with pleasure at George’s admission but he only patted George’s hip and said, briskly, “Turn over. We need to clean up.”
Flushing, George did as he said, watching Theo stroll over to his dressing table and pour water into the basin. He dampened a cloth and wiped himself down unselfconsciously, then brought a second cloth over to George, before climbing back onto the bed and lying down with his head propped in one hand.
“So. Did you like it?” he asked.
Embarrassed, George concentrated on cleaning himself up, mumbling, “What do you think?”
“I think—” Theo paused, then grinned. “I think I’ve never seen another man come so hard from being fucked. That was something to behold.”
George bit his lip, a little embarrassed. “In which case, I think you have your answer.” After a moment, he added, “What about you? Did you enjoy it?”
Theo laughed, as though George had just asked the most ridiculous question possible. “I bloody loved it.”
“All of it?” George asked. He paused, then added carefully, “What about the kissing?”
Theo’s expression grew more serious, his gaze softening. “I loved all of it,” he said. “Maybe especially the kissing.”
And suddenly, George’s heart was racing. Unthinkingly, he blurted, “I want to do it again. Would you?—”
“Yes,” Theo interrupted. “I would very much like to do that—or anything else you fancy—again. As often as you like.”
This, from the man who said he avoided bedding the same man twice? George decided he wasn’t going to let himself think about that.
Instead, he said, tentatively, “So, we can keep doing this while I’m here?”
Theo nodded, brushing George’s hair back from his forehead with gentle fingers. “While you’re here, we can do it as often as you like.”
“Good,” George whispered, even as he wondered how long that gave them.
26
THEO
The next morning, Mr. Norris called at the house. Theo, George and Norris sat around the dining room table while George went through the ledgers, asking questions and taking copious notes.
Norris was not a land steward but a bookkeeper by trade, which meant there were quite a lot of George’s questions he couldn’t answer.
