Destiny's End

Chapter 2: Warrick-2

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.”