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Chapter 2: Warrick

Chapter 2: WarrickThe milkmaid had a little cottage near the cow pasture, and she agreed to the two of us coming to visit her there.

Thomas brought her a bouquet of his mother’s roses, while I’d found a trinket up in the attics—a silver Celtic cross with white stones embedded in it, hanging from a silver chain.

It was ostentatious enough that it should please her, and in fact she seemed happy with both our gifts. She placed the flowers in a clay vase and set them on the little table in her kitchen. She hung the cross around her neck and admired her reflection in the bit of looking glass she had on her mantel.

Then she giggled, whirled around, and stripped off her clothes. “Ready, sirs?” At our nods, she laid down on her bed.

I found her charms to be overblown and blowsy, but I concealed my distaste. It wasn’t her fault that she wasn’t who I desired.

What disconcerted me was the fact that I couldn’t sustain an erection. I’d had no problem in my own bed with my c**k in my hand and thoughts of Thomas in my head.

I could have wept. If I wanted to keep the wrong kind of talk from getting about, I had no choice but to do the deed.

“It’s all right. Young gentlemen sometimes get overexcited.” She leaned up on an elbow and stared at my groin, no doubt thinking I’d climaxed prematurely. “Suppose your friend comes pleasure me whilst you catch your breath?”

“That sounds wizard.” Thomas stroked my arm. “No need to get upset. Might we try something, miss?”

“Whatever you’d like.” She grinned at him, and I wanted to strike her.

“Thorn, remove your clothes, please?”

I did as Thomas suggested. Being naked wasn’t something we were unfamiliar with—we’d often gone swimming in the nude in the lake on Greenbriers land.

“Very good. Now lie on your back, if you will?”

The milkmaid moved aside to make room for me. “Ah, I see what you’re after,” she said, and rolled onto me.

Before I could fret that I’d never be able to get my c**k into her, a light touch tickled my balls. It wasn’t her fingers on me, though. It was Thomas, his blue-green eyes fastened to mine.

“Yes?”

“Yes!” I was suddenly rock-hard, and I was able to penetrate her.

“All right then, miss. Hang on, because the train is about to enter the tunnel.”

“That’s quite all right, Mr Thomas. I’ve taken it up me bum before. Just use some of that lotion I’ve got at the head of the bed.”

The thought of Thomas being separated from me only by a thin layer of tissue…I couldn’t help myself. I moaned and began thrusting into her.

Sooner than I expected, Thomas had entered her, as well, only instead of being separated, we were flush against each other. I nearly spent right at that moment. “Thomas?”

He shrugged and bit his lip. “Miss?”

“Don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!”

I had no plans to stop. The heat, the friction—I forgot about the milkmaid and lost myself in the feel of Thomas above us, his c**k moving in a rhythm with mine. It was like nothing I’d ever before experienced.

Thomas scattered kisses over each bit of flesh that he could find. Some of those kisses landed on my shoulder or cheek. Sweat broke out along my hairline, and he ran his fingers through my hair, kneading my scalp.

I was taller than Thomas, and as a result my reach was longer. I was able to wrap my arms around both the milkmaid and my friend. I trailed my fingertips down his spine to his muscular buttocks, and teased the crevasse between. He wriggled under the tender assault of my fingers and spread his legs wider.

Thomas’s mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from mine, and his lips were a temptation I couldn’t resist. I completely forgot this was supposed to keep talk from going around the village, and I kissed him.

His lips were soft and his breath was sweet. He licked at the interior of my mouth, and I sucked at his tongue.

Abruptly, Thomas pulled out of her. “Withdraw, Thorn. Withdraw now!”

Confused, I still did as he ordered. He pushed the milkmaid onto her back and did something between her legs that seemed to ignite a fire within her. She bucked against him and shrieked, and I was afraid she was having a seizure.

Thomas laughed softly. “It’s fine.” How did he know how to do this?

And then his other hand…he caught our c***s and held them together, and stroked.

I closed my hand over his, and together we worked our c***s. It didn’t take long before I spilled my essence all over our hands. Thomas shivered and climaxed, as well, and our hoarse groans mingled with the milkmaid’s cries of fulfilment.

“Oh, la, young sirs. That was loverly. And I thank you kindly for looking after me.”

“Beg pardon?”

“The last thing we want is a baby.”

Oh my God, I hadn’t even thought of that. Thankfully, Thomas had.

“If you want to do this again, Meggie is your girl.” She sighed voluptuously.

Thomas and I got to our feet. I was uncertain about him, but my legs could barely hold me up. The milkmaid—Meggie—had been right. It had been loverly, but only because Thomas had been there. We wiped our chests and groins with the tails of our shirts and dressed.

There was one thing I still needed to do.

“Meggie, you must promise not to tell anyone about this.”

“Oh, aye, Mr Warrick. I promise.” She yawned, and within seconds was asleep.

“Why did you ask her to promise?” Thomas asked. “You know she won’t keep it any longer than it takes the sun to rise.”

No, but it would help put any rumours to rest.

“Let’s go. And you can tell me how you knew what to do with her. I thought we were both virgins.”

“We were.” He sounded smugly pleased as he walked beside me down the lane.

“Then how did you know to pull out before we spent?”

“A few years ago, Father sat me down and had a long talk about what went on between a man and a woman. He was very explicit about it, and I’m surprised my cheeks didn’t go up in flames. One thing he said was that while Mother was looking forward to Bertie and me making her a grandmamma, he’d prefer if they weren’t bastards. You know there are many men and women in the area who have the Fortescue-Smythe colouring.”

I nodded. Of course it wasn’t spoken of, but Thomas’s grandfather had been unable to resist a pretty face, and the same could be said for a good many of his ancestors. His father, though…once Sir Henry had seen Lady Eugenia, he’d never looked at another woman.

“Wait until you’re legally wed before you make any babies,” Father had said.

“D’you mean to tell me that’s how babies are made?”

Thomas frowned at me. “Never tell me you thought the stork brought them.”

“Of course not. D’you think I’m a fool? Everyone knows fairies leave them at the bottom of the garden.”

His eyes grew wide, and then he realised I was having him on, and he poked my shoulder. “Arse.”

“Did he also tell you how to touch a woman?” I couldn’t help feeling a little resentful that Sir Henry would discuss bedroom matters with his son, while my own father avoided any conversations with me when at all possible. I’d had to learn what little I knew by listening in to the grooms talking about it when they were unaware I was nearby.

“No, that was thanks to Bertie. He left a copy of this magazine in his bedchamber.”

“You snoop in his bedchamber?”

“Of course. That’s what younger brothers do.”

I never had. “Very clever.”

“Of course.” He bowed.

I laughed, bumped his shoulder, and then looked around. “Where are we going?”

“I thought we might go for a swim?”

It was a beautiful, balmy evening,

“That sounds like a wizard idea.”

He smiled at me. “I had a feeling you’d think so.”

* * * *

There was a full moon, and we were able to see each other clearly as we stripped naked.

Unobtrusively, I peeked from the corner of my eye. He was half hard.

I was fascinated by the sight of Thomas’s c**k. When he realised I was watching him, his c**k swelled and the head peeked out of its foreskin. While I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t prevent myself from reaching out to touch its velvety length.

“Oh!” The single word was a breathless sigh.

My gaze rose to Thomas’s. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted.

“Perhaps…perhaps a swim can wait until later?”

I stroked my fingers over his c**k, and it quivered beneath them. Be damned to what others might think. Thomas was perfect, and I’d not let anyone condemn what I felt for him as unnatural.

I swallowed and looked into his eyes. “Will you let me suck you?”

His c**k jumped at my words, and more of its head appeared out of the foreskin. I could almost feel the heat of his cheeks as I nuzzled the side of his nose. His lips parted and a faint breath washed over the corner of my mouth, but it appeared he couldn’t utter a single word.

“Thomas?” I wasn’t going to do anything unless he said the words, asked me to. Cruel, perhaps, but I needed him at my mercy.

He swallowed and nodded, but still I waited, and he gave a full body shudder. “Suck me, if you please?”

I pushed him to sit on the mossy edge of the bank of the lake. His legs splashed in the water, and he spread them wide.

I sank down between them and shivered as the scent of his arousal rose to fill my nostrils. My mouth watered, and I leaned over and tentatively swiped my tongue over the slit at the tip of his c**k. Then I drew back a bit and blew across it, and Thomas moaned softly.

“Oh, that’s…” It seemed he couldn’t describe what he was feeling, which made me proud. “Please, more!”

I took the head between my lips and sucked, and Thomas moaned again, this time more loudly.

“Am I hurting you?”

He shook his head wildly, and I swallowed more of him. My head bobbed up and down, and I became lost in the experience as I learned his taste and texture.

He stroked my shoulder, my back, down my torso, then pinched a n****e, and I did a bit of moaning myself. I ran my tongue under his foreskin, and he bucked up into my mouth.

“Warrick, pull off. I’m going to…” He tried to push me away, but I was having none of that. He smelled amazing, and I wanted to taste him.

I reached between his thighs and gently tickled his balls as he’d done to mine earlier this evening, and with a cry, Thomas climaxed. I swallowed thirstily.

Of course, it wasn’t enough. Somehow I’d managed to prevent myself from spending. I rolled him onto his stomach and had him kneel on the bank of the lake. He raised his hips and reached back to part his buttocks, and I licked a path from his balls to the little pink pucker, loosening it with my tongue.

Thomas writhed and raised his arse higher. He remembered from earlier that I wouldn’t do anything unless he begged, so he did. “Please,” he cried—such a good boy. “Please, f**k me! I want this!”

His essence was still oozing from his softening c**k, and I smeared it over my own erection, fitted it to Thomas’s hole, and began to push in.

He panted harshly, struggling to accept my bulk, and then I was past the tight ring and buried deep in his silken heat. My balls slapped against his as I drove into him, and his small whimpers of pain changed to moans of pleasure. “There! That spot right there!”

I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but somehow I found the place that caused him to gasp and thrust back on me, and I brushed up against it again and again.

His head dropped onto his arms and his inner muscles gripped me tight. His moans were music to my ears. I thrust and thrust and thrust until finally, my balls tightened and drew up, and I climaxed, pouring liquid heat into his passage.

I fell across his back, struggling to regain my breath. “Are you all right?”

He was silent, and I feared I had hurt him. I slid out of him and turned him onto his back. He peeled open his left eye and grinned at me. “Can we do this again?”

“You are greedy, sir.”

“Oh, yes. What did Oliver Twist say? Please, sir. I want some more.”

A glance at the night sky revealed the passage of time. “Not tonight, I’m afraid.”

“Bother. Well, we’d better wash off.”

We dove into the lake and swam about lazily for a few minutes, then returned to the bank and used our pants to dry off before stuffing them in our jacket pockets and pulling on shirts and trousers.

“Will Sir John be angry that you’re out all night?”

“Not after Meggie spreads her tale. He’ll think I spent the night with her.”

“You devious so-and-so.”

I bowed slightly, acknowledging his praise. “I reckon if we visit her a few more times, it’ll be firmly entrenched that when we’re off together, we’re with her.”

“And we’ll be off together?”

“We will, if you’d like it?”

“I would, Thorn.”

“Come along then. I’ll walk you home.”