Destiny's End

Chapter 5: Warrick-1

Chapter 5: Warrick

Lady Eugenia had a lovely rose garden at the back of the grounds of Fortescue Manor, and that was where we wound up, on a marble bench tucked among the rose trees.

“Now, I believe you said you’d do whatever I told you?” I opened his trousers, slid my hand in, and fondled the hard flesh I found.

“Always.”

I gestured down to the front of my trousers, and Thomas grinned and dropped to his knees. Within seconds he had the buttons undone and my c**k out.

“Such a handsome fellow.” He stroked it, then leaned forward and ran his tongue around the foreskin.

But as much as Thomas tired, with hands and mouth, to rouse me, he was unsuccessful. I remained limp.

“I’m sorry.” I was ready to weep. “That damned gypsy.” I didn’t know if I was talking about Syeira or Nicolae.

“Hush, Thorn. It’s all right. What did Syeira say to you?” Of course Thomas didn’t know of my interaction with Nicolae.

“I…I don’t know. Nothing, I think. It isn’t important. What is important is that I’m leaving tomorrow, and I can’t make love to you tonight. Who knows how long it will be before we can be together again?”

“Will you wait for me?” he asked.

“Yes!” I cried hotly. And then tears did fall, because I knew how difficult it would be for us to remain faithful to each other, with an ocean between us. I buried my head against his shirtfront. “I’ll try, Thomas. Oh God, I’ll try so hard.”

He caressed my hair, threading his fingers through it and running his nails over my scalp. “I also, my prickly Thorn.” His kiss was salty from my tears. Or perhaps they were his tears, as well.

And suddenly I was trembling with desire, my c**k threatening to burst through my trousers.

Glancing around quickly to make certain we were unobserved, I shoved Thomas into the shadows that surrounded the garden. His trousers were already opened, and I reached in to free his c**k.

I knelt before him and took it deep into my mouth. A spurt of precome hit the back of my tongue, and his taste exploded in my mouth. I rubbed my tongue vigorously along the underside of his shaft.

He was breathing heavily, and his legs trembled. I tightened my grip on his hips, urging him deeper into my mouth.

He pulled back.

“No!”

His hands tugged on my shoulders. “Together. I want us to come together with you inside me.”

I climbed to my feet and my trousers slid down, exposing my quivering c**k. Thomas surged forward and rubbed his c**k against mine. I wound my fingers in his hair, holding his head still while I plundered the honeyed depths of his mouth.

He swallowed my groans and sucked on my tongue as our hips rocked in an increasingly unsteady rhythm, then released my mouth and the warmth of his unsteady breaths washed over my cheek. “Please.”

I spun Thomas around and pushed him to his knees.

“Yes.”

I rubbed my leaking cockhead against his anus, then spit on my palm and used it to lubricate my shaft. With a single, smooth thrust I was deep inside him, my balls nestled against the crack of his arse.

He groaned and quivered and raised his arse to take me deeper. I kept driving into him, and waves of pleasure swept over me. Judging from Thomas’s very vocal reaction, he was enjoying it, as well.

We were both too close to the edge, and as much as we might have wanted to, we couldn’t make it last. With one final, hard push, we spent, and I filled Thomas with my essence while he filled my hand with his.

I sprawled over his back, and he spread his legs to steady his stance. I stayed in him for as long as I could, but eventually I grew too soft and slid out. I rolled onto my back, gasping for breath, and fastened my lips to his throat, working the flesh so in the morning he would see the mark.

“Are you all right?” Thomas asked.

I drew in a deep breath, savouring the scent of our passion. “Are you?”

“My arse is sore, and I wager I’ll feel you inside me for some time after you’ve gone, but…Never better.” He tried to smile, but then his face crumpled and his arms tightened around me. “Oh God.” He gulped. “I will miss you.”

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We tidied ourselves as best we could and then we walked back to Fortescue Manor, my arm around his shoulder, his around my waist.

It was so hard to say goodbye. We spent the next little while saying goodnight with soft touches and deep caresses. Finally, exhaustion threatened to overcome us.

“I’ll come by tomorrow—” he murmured.

“Please don’t. I’ll give us away if you do.”

He was silent for a moment, then agreed, although his reluctance was obvious. “I’ll write to you.”

“All right.” I stroked his hair, cupped his chin, and brought his mouth to mine for another kiss. “Go now, before I forget my responsibilities and take you home with me, family be damned.”

“Warrick…I—”

“Please don’t say it.”

He gave a crooked grin. “All right. Godspeed, my friend.” One last kiss, and then he disappeared into the house.

“You’re a fool, Warrick Synclaire.” I was letting Thomas go in order to please my family. Not one of them would do the same for me. I turned to the stables to retrieve my horse, and Monte took me home.