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And here and now, he was happy. Happy with Orteo in Ores.
He didn’t need to think of anything else.
ChapterTwenty-Two
“The…velern root grows only in the… Oh… In the… Orteo… Please…” Gael moaned. “I can’t.”
“But I love hearing you read,” Orteo said, voice teasing. “I love the sound of your voice.” Orteo pressed a kiss to his nape. “I thought you liked reading to me. And isn’t the book more interesting now?”
“I do like reading… But not…” Gael gasped, trying to form words. “Not with your cock in me!”
Gael felt Orteo smile against his skin. “Would you prefer I take it out? I can if you’d like. Then you could read in peace.”
“No!” Gael whined. He shook his head vigorously.
“Then you should keep reading.” Orteo ran a hand down Gael’s sternum.
It felt like a soothing gesture. It would have been if Gael couldn’t feel Orteo’s dick throbbing inside him.
Gael shuddered.
He had been reading one of Edwin’s botany books aloud, an encyclopaedia of plants. It hadn’t been particularly riveting, and Gael had said so. Neither he nor Orteo shared Edwin’s intense interest in plants.
Orteo had said he thought he could make it more interesting. Then he’d undressed Gael and slicked his hole. Orteo had sat on the armchair. And a moment later, Orteo had his breeches open, his cock out and buried in Gael’s arse.
Then he’d handed Gael the book and told him to read.
Gael sucked in air, clutching at Orteo’s fabric-covered thigh with one hand, trying to ground himself.
Orteo didn’t move. Didn’t thrust. He just sat still, prick resting inside Gael’s channel. Gael clenched around Orteo, hoping to spur him into movement. Hoping it would cause Orteo to thrust into him. He clenched again.
Orteo spanked Gael on the side of his arse.
Gael jolted. His cock twitched, and liquid pulsed from the slit.
“None of that,” Orteo warned.
“You can take me hard if you want,” Gael pleaded. “Please… I…,” Gael begged. “I want you to bugger me. Please.”
“Not now.”
Gael whimpered. “Why not?”
“I just want to feel myself buried inside you.” Orteo stroked Gael’s quivering stomach. “I want to relish in your tight heat. I want to draw this out.” He wrapped his hand around Gael’s length and stroked.
Gael gasped.
“And I know you’ll enjoy it too. I know what you like,” Orteo whispered.
Then Orteo released Gael’s member, leaving Gael panting and wanting. He wanted to deny Orteo’s words and tell Orteo he was wrong. That Orteo just needed to bend Gael over and plunge into his willing hole.
But the truth was Orteo did know what Gael liked. Orteo knew how to bring him to the most excruciating peaks.
“Now read for me,” Orteo said. He tapped his finger on the page. “You were reading about velern root.”
Gael picked up the book. “The velern root…grows only in warmer climates…” Gael stuttered. “It’s been found in…” The words swam before his eyes.
He didn’t know how he managed it, but he read on. And Orteo just sat back, seemingly content to keep his shaft buried inside Gael.