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“You have. Taunting me all day in those fucking shorts. Knowing as your counselor,” George gasped, body snapping to attention, “that I couldn’t touch you—not in front of the others. Not at all, if I was a good person.”

I paused for a beat, vulnerable as I waited to see if George would take the bait. If we’d be compatible this way.

“I knew you were looking,” he replied, far from contrite. “That’s why I packed them for the summer.” I appreciated the backstory he was giving his character. “I knew you’d be here again—so half my bag is full of shorts like this.”

“Christ, you’re a slut,” I groaned, rutting against him happily.

“For you,” George said, voice trembling. “Only for you. After last year, I…I kept thinking about you. I couldn’t wait to see you again. I hoped…I hoped you’d pay attention to me this year. Hoped the shorts would make you notice me.”

“I thought about you too,” I murmured. “Told myself I wouldn’t touch. I was so good last summer. But this year you’re so fucking… ugh .”

“I just wanted your attention.”

“And I don’t have self control, obviously.” This was fun. So fucking fun. Definitely the most fun I’d ever had during sex, if I was being honest. “And who can blame me? You’ve been… taunting me with the cunt you’ve got hidden in there. Every time you bend over, teasing me, making me dick-drunk on the idea of sinking into your tight, tight heat.”

George made a pitiful sound.

Jesus, he really did like that.

Good.

I liked it too.

“Do you know why I tied you up?” I asked him, enjoying the way he shuddered.

“No?”

“Think about it.” This was bullshit. Total bullshit. There’d been no reason behind my desire to immobilize him other than my need to see that pretty pale skin trussed up because of me. But if the idea I was this diabolical, conniving Dom made George hard then I would let him believe it.

It was part of the show.

That’s what Dominic had told me. That sometimes it was the mind games that made it better, not necessarily always the physical.

“You…wanted me to…be…” George’s voice was so faint I could barely hear it despite the fact his mouth was close to my ear. “You wanted me to be still.”

“That’s right,” I agreed, a shiver running down my spine. “Why, George? Why would I want that from you?”

This time his answer came faster. “Because it helps me relax. It helps me…pay attention.”

Huh.

Yeah.

That was great. I liked that. “I like when you pay attention to me,” I husked. “Love it, actually.”

George whimpered. His legs were shaking, not because this position was particularly challenging, but—probably the adrenaline of being tied up in a semi-public location.

“I want you over there,” I told him, releasing his neck and hip and stepping back. He whined, a sad forlorn sound.

“Over t-there?” George peeked over his shoulder at me. It was the same look he’d given me on the beach, demure and through his lashes.

“That’s right. Leaning on that—” Fuck, what were they called? “The hoist. Over there.” I would’ve had him hold his arms high up and dangle a bit to get his blood tingling, but I worried that position would exacerbate the burn on his hand. “I want you to be still when you get into position. Doesn’t matter how I touch you. Doesn’t matter what I do. You hold position until I tell you to let go. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” George stumbled toward the wooden beam I’d indicated, his hands already held out in front of him. With his forearms against the wood for balance, the ropes that twisted around his wrists were even more obvious. So fucking pretty. Jesus. He was a work of art.

“Are the ropes too tight?” I double-checked as I stepped behind him once more. “How do they feel?” I had no idea if the new position would tug them uncomfortably, and hoped to god it wouldn’t. George shook his head, and I relaxed.

“They’re fine,” he promised, in that same throaty tone that made me want to pound him into the floorboards. “They feel good.”

“ Perfect . If that changes, you tell me.”

“Yes.”

His response felt empty. Like it was missing something. It was easy enough to figure out what that was.

“Yes, what?” I asked, kicking his legs apart for a second time that day. He wiggled, sneakers skidding on the wood as he settled into place.

“Yes, Counselor.”

Christ, that was a thrill of its own. He was so fucking perfect it made me feel like I was losing my mind. “How’s your burn, baby?” I slipped my hands up his forearms, fingering the bandages still wrapped around one of his hands. “Is it hurting at all?”

“No.”

“Okay.” I pecked his flushed ear in appreciation. “That’s it.” It was impossible to retreat now, not with his back pressed flush against my chest. I angled my hips, slotting my cock against his ass as I leaned back to admire him. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel your ass like this,” I told him, eyes slipping shut as I focused on the feeling.

The fabric barriers between us were slippery with sweat and precum, damp as the head of my cock twitched and caught between his cheeks. When I lowered my hips it dragged my foreskin up, and god—was that…Jesus.

“Mmm,” I sighed, flexing forward, then back again, enjoying the way his ass cheeks clenched. “You… ”

“I…?” George replied, breathless. He was still like I’d requested, frozen. But the way he trembled, and the flush to his cheeks and ears made it obvious he was as into this as I was.

“Are you hard too?” I asked, falling into character easily. “Do you…I mean—when you look at me…do you…”

“Yes,” George whined. “When you sit down, you…you spread your legs. I don’t know if you noticed you do that? But I can’t help but… imagine how big your dick must be if you have to sit that way.”

“Christ, you really are a slut.” Back to mean, my voice dropped even lower. “Bet you like to picture what my dick tastes like too.”

“Y-yes,” George agreed, his ass pushing back into me to encourage more grinding.

“Bet you can’t stop thinking about what it’d feel like splitting you open.”

“Y-yes,” this admission was even breathier than the last.

This was fun. So fucking fun, but I was—Christ. More than eager to move on. I released his arms, hands finding his hips instead. The skin there was a lovely sort of sticky, the muggy air of the boathouse leaving its touch behind. Swiping along the sweat slick skin, I slid toward his center, one hand curling around his hard dick through his shorts.

George fucked into my grip with a gasp, his trembling only growing worse.

“So fucking wet,” I breathed, thumb rubbing into the damp patch overtop his slit. “Just like a girl.”

“F-fuck.” George’s hips snapped forward again, and I nibbled on his ear, debating if we needed more foreplay or not. I didn’t have a ton of time even with June guarding us, so that cemented my choice.

“Stay right there,” I commanded unnecessarily as I released him all at once and stepped back. George sobbed, head falling against the wooden beam as he waited for my return. The ziiiip of his backpack opening was impossibly loud in the quiet. Not as loud as his panting, but close.

Dildo in hand, and lube ready, I returned to my place behind him with a wolfish grin. “I’m going to pull your shorts down,” I told him, yanking them over the curve of his ass one-handed. He jerked, gasping as his cock bobbed free and the highlighter yellow fabric slipped down skinny legs all the way to the floor. It pooled around his white socks, and I groaned.

“Slutty fucking socks too,” I whispered against the trembling skin of his speckled back as I popped the cap open and slicked up my fingers. His legs were wide enough already, but I still kicked a leg out to force them even wider. Wide enough that with his body half bent over like it was, his sweet pink hole was on display.

It was so fucking sexy, all shy and twitchy, like him. Pink. Furled. With no hair—hinting at the fact he probably waxed it. God, that was hot. Picturing Georgie with his legs spread, getting his little cunt ready to be fucked. Prim and proper-like.

“You have such a pretty pussy, George,” I told him, warming the lube between my fingers then slipping my hand between his cheeks to thumb over the trembling pucker. His hips punched back, proving what a fucking bottom he was with that one deliberate push. Most people would flinch away, but not my Georgie.

No.

My Georgie was a size queen.

The kind of pretty boy who was meant to lie in bed with his legs spread and his ass stuffed and dripping.

“It’s…it’s not—I mean—” George spluttered. The way his hole twitched as I pushed a single, solitary finger inside it made it clear how much he liked his ass being referred to in such a way. It was taboo. Not something a lot of people were comfortable with, and that was what made it hotter.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“God, look at the way you suck me in,” I husked. Squirting more lube onto my fingers made the next push inside emit a filthy, slick sound. George heard it too, because he squirmed, ass clenching tight, then releasing, like he was beckoning me deeper.

“Look what I found in your bag, Georgie Porgie,” I purred. “You brought a dildo to summer camp?” I tapped the slightly chilly silicone against his ass cheek at the same time I thrust my fingers out and in. He gasped. “Did you do that because you were hoping I would find it? I bet you like to shove it inside your pussy and think about me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” George’s voice broke.

“I bet you pound that sweet little hole till it’s red and puffy. Bet you clench your thighs and bounce and bounce and bounce?—”

“Y-yes.”

“What a naughty, naughty boy.” I let the silicone slip closer to his crease, my fingers finding a rhythm that had his ass canting back with every thrust forward. He welcomed me inside him like it was natural to do so. Tight at first—trembling, but relaxing a little with every glide of my fingers. “We should teach you a lesson, shouldn’t we? Naughty boys get punished. That’s only right, don’t you think?”

George gasped, head dipping lower. His ears were practically fluorescent they were so red. The way his back heaved with each breath was gratifying to say the least. All that gorgeous, sweaty skin—unblemished, and entirely at my mercy. He didn’t respond, which presented the perfect opportunity for the punishment I’d hinted at.

Bringing the dildo back, I smacked it against his ass. George jumped. His head twisted, dazed blue eyes meeting my own. He looked surprised, and for a moment I waited, gauging his expression. Soon enough he sank back into the fuzzy place in his mind, maybe even deeper? Because he simply hung his head forward, leaning even more of his weight onto his bound arms.

His hands kept clenching and releasing, over and over, which again—was sexy as fuck.

He was driving me completely fucking nuts .

“Answer the question,” I urged, dildo slipping along his ass cheek invitingly. “Tell me what I want, and I’ll stuff you so full you’ll forget what it was like to be empty.”

“I…” George started, roughly. “I…yes. I—naughty boys. They…” he struggled, whimpering as his hole clenched tight around my fingers, betraying his arousal. God, it looked so fucking inviting. Silky. Tempting. I wanted to feel it constrict around my dick. “They get…punished.”

“Slutty boys,” I added, my cock pulsing between my legs. “Slutty boys who tempt their counselors into quiet corners because they want their pussies played with.”

“Y-yes.”

Christ, he was just as unhinged as I was.

Fucking amazing.

When he was loose enough, I slipped my fingers free. Immediately, they felt cold, no longer enveloped in his heat. After liberally lubing up the blue dildo, I shuddered, grabbed his ass cheek with still-sticky fingers, pulled him open, and notched the blunt tip against his hole.

“Ready?”

“Y-yes.”

George jerked, but otherwise didn’t react. Not when I gave his hole a rub, or when the round crown of the dildo popped right in. It was somewhat see-through, not enough to give me a really clear view, but certainly enough that as it slipped inside I could see the stretch of his inner walls.

“God, you were made for this,” I groaned. “Bear down.” He did as he was told. “There we go.” Another inch slipped in. I’d never been jealous of silicone before but I was now as I stared at the way George’s hole stretched around his toy, welcoming it deeper and deeper. With every inch that sank inside, his body became more lax, as though the tension was being fucked right out of him.

“A-Alex,” George gasped when it finally slid home, the flared base snug against his cheeks. I gave the base a little snap to enjoy the way he jerked.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” I promised, nudging his neck with my nose and fluttering a half dozen kisses onto the sunburned skin. “You feel that?” He whimpered.

“F-full.”

“Yeah you are. You’re so full. Nine fucking inches, and that tiny little hole took it all.” I pulled the toy out an inch, teeth sinking into his shoulder, finally getting to bite him like I’d so desperately wanted. George responded to the bite beautifully, his chest shuddering shallowly as he struggled to pull in a breath. “I wonder what else you can take.”

“Nnngh,” he whimpered as I slapped the base back against him, fucking him full again.

“Could you take me too?” I wondered out loud after releasing him, a pink bite standing stark against his already flushed skin. Glancing down, I was absorbed in my own fantasy. When I wiggled the toy his hole simply gave, well-fucked already. I wanted inside. So fucking bad. Wanted to shove my hard cock in beside the dildo and feel him give for me. Could I…? No. That was ridiculous… There was no way he…

Could he?

Could he fit both?

“How do you feel about double penetration?” I asked him, listening to the squelch of the toy moving in and out. His hips wiggled to meet every slap of my hand, knees quaking. “Color, Georgie?”

“G-Green. So green.” I’d never heard his voice do that. There was nothing but open obedience and eagerness inside it. Like he wasn’t self-conscious anymore. “Green, green, green?—”

“Okay.” Fucking him harder, my dick pressed insistently against the seam of my shorts. “Fuck yes.” I shoved my shorts down below my balls, cock springing free and immediately skimming George’s ass. “Fuck yes.”

I’d need to finger him again. Push in beside the toy—make sure there was room, that I wouldn’t hurt him. But while I did that there was no harm in rutting against him, was there? Smearing my cum around and marking my territory.

“You’re not going to let anyone else see you like this,” I warned, uncapping the lube and pouring more directly on his twitching hole. He flinched, and I grinned. “You’re my slut now. All fucking summer, you hear me? No one else is going to know what your hole looks like stuffed full and puffy.”

“Just yours,” George agreed.

“And you’re not going to tell the other counselors,” I added, fingers slipping in beside the blue toy eagerly. George whimpered, nodding his head up and down in agreement. “It’s our little secret.”

“Ye-es.” His hole gave easily. Far more easily than I’d expected. Barely any resistance at all as I wiggled another finger beside the first. Jesus Christ, he was stretched so fucking wide. How was that physically possible? He was…fuck. He was a wonder.

My cock ached, slick and hard as nails, rubbing against George’s body and leaving streaks of pre-cum in its wake. It glistened on his skin, decorating him like he was mine. Because he was. Right now—George was mine. Body, mind, and soul.

“Doing so good, baby,” I growled, fucking the dildo in hard so I could feel him clench around my fingers. “So fucking responsive. Jesus. You have no idea how pretty you look right now. Like a goddamn porno.”

“Nmmn,” George’s reply was incoherent at best.

He was so hot inside. Fucking slippery and amazing and soft, in perfect contrast to the harder edges of the toy stretching him open. The silicone had begun to warm, matching his body temperature, and I could not wait to get my dick in there.

“Ready?” I confirmed, waiting for his go-ahead before I slipped my fingers free.

“R-Ready,” George agreed, head hanging. It was barely a word at all. Like the bastard between a whisper and sigh.

“Okay.” I squeezed my dick to stave off my orgasm before reaching for the lube and slicking myself up. My hands shook a little. Anticipation? Excitement? Fear of fucking this up? All three. I used more than was probably necessary, but I really didn’t want to hurt him. And the more lube the better, in my opinion. “Bear down,” I commanded as I notched the head of my cock against his hole and began to push.

At first, he didn’t want to let me in. He was shaking, these needy gasps escaping him as my crown teased the seam of his twitchy hole. Shiny with lube and slightly puffy, he looked wrecked.

No porno was as good as this.

Nothing could ever compare to this.

My dick ached, balls jerking as I bit my lip hard. The pain helped keep me in check as I waited for him to do as he was told. He bore down, finally, and I slipped in with a grunt. It became too easy all of a sudden, the tight-snug-wet-hot-wet of his hole sucking around my tip.

“Oh, Jesus god fucking fuck,” I groaned, dropping my head against George’s shoulder. “You are fucking sin, baby. So good. I can’t—oh fuck.” My hips flexed, barely a twitch, but it was enough to make George sob.

“C-ca-can’t,” he whimpered, thrashing, though he remained obediently in the position I’d put him.

“You can,” I encouraged. “Just…just hold still, sweetheart. Let me in. Let me—I need—” I pressed a little deeper, and George howled. “Fuckfuckfuck.” I was not going to last like this. There was no fucking way. Not with him wet and tight, and the silicone a hard ridge against me. “I can’t—I can’t last—C’mon, take it, take it, take it?—”

“M-more,” George whined, encouraging me. “Green, green, green.” Another inch, another whine from us both. On and on we went, slow and steady. And by the time my cock was sucked up entirely inside all that delicious heat, I was barely holding on to my last thread of sanity. “More, more, more,” George begged, spread so wide he couldn’t fucking move.

I pulled back a little, sinking in only an inch, but it was enough. Didn’t even have to move the dildo at all. We spilled in tandem, George’s dick spurting all over the wood beam he was leaning against. “Fuck, fuck,” he gasped at the same time I sank my teeth in the back of his neck.

I snapped into him, chasing my own release.

I had enough semblance of self control to reach around for his dick, milking him through the last spurts of come as I rutted into his ass over and over and over, steady, barely there thrusts that we both felt all the way to our toes.

Gasping, and still reeling from how intense that had been, it took me a second to get my head screwed on right. When my thoughts came back online, the first thing I did was release his neck. Another bite mark remained, this one darker than the last. Glancing down nearly made me orgasm a second time. Hole stuffed, my cum began to leak around my cock and the dildo.

“So good,” I murmured, kissing over the bite I’d left as my hips flexed one last time, pushing my cum deeper. “You’re my good, good boy. Taking what I give you.” Another flex. The sound that he made was filthy as hell—and so loud. “I’m gonna take your dildo out, baby, okay? Gonna do it nice and slow.”

I was reluctant to leave his heat. At least, right now. Was it too much to ask for a few more minutes? I couldn’t wait to feel his hole sans dildo when it was sloppy from the mess I’d made. George nodded, signaling his consent as I carefully began to pull the toy out of him. It was slow going. And when it finally popped free we both audibly sighed.

“Better?” I confirmed, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. I figured I’d clean it up later, but for now, I needed both hands to make sure George was doing okay.

“Mhm,” George’s voice was fucked out and submissive.

“You like my cock in you?” I murmured, flitting my lips across his shoulder, the bite I’d left, and up his neck. “Does it feel good?” My hand went to his belly, rubbing over it like I was holding the womb he didn’t have.

“Mhm,” George agreed, attempting to clench around me and failing. Like his hole simply couldn’t close up, it’d been stretched so wide. Fuck. I flexed forward again, the wet slap noise echoing.

“I like your cunt too, baby. I’d fill it up always if I could. Stuff you full and keep you happy.” He’d said he liked to be bred, hadn’t he? “I’d give you my babies,” I husked against the shell of his ear, fluttering it with a few tiny kisses. The skin was hot—maybe the sunburn, maybe the flush? Either way, I supposed it didn’t matter. My hand squeezed his non-existent womb again, holding his belly snug so he couldn’t move. “You like my cum inside you? Like knowing I’m trying to knock you up? Even if it doesn’t work.”

I shuddered, my own words getting to me.

“Yes,” George didn’t even bother denying it. At this point I was pretty sure he’d do anything for me. Say anything. He was innocent and soft and perfect like this. All his walls were down—and god…I’d put him there. I’d sunk him in honey, and now it was my job to bring him out of it. To shower him in the sort of praise and adoration that he deserved.

That he’d always deserved.

“You did so well, Duchess,” I promised. “Such a good, good boy for me. My pretty, lovely, precious sweetheart. I’m so pleased with you,” George shuddered, a sound escaping him as his hole attempted to squeeze again—once more failing. “You made me so very happy,” I continued, knowing he needed this—especially now.

I’d been told that sometimes subs could experience something called a “drop” after a scene if they were not carefully taken care of—and even sometimes then too. And I didn’t want that for George. I wanted him to feel dazed, and fuzzy, and important. Wanted his sweet, worried brain to rest like he so desperately needed.

“I’m so proud of you.” My voice was gentle as I reached around him, tenderly beginning to pick at the knots of rope around his wrists. “I couldn’t be more proud. So obedient for me, weren’t you? Playing my games with me.”

“Mhmm,” George’s voice was hoarse. It was difficult to get the ropes undone while reaching around his body like this, but I managed. It took longer than I wanted, but soon enough, the red rope had fallen to the floor, and I was rubbing feeling back into his arms.

“You want me to pull my dick out?” I asked. There wasn’t really a sexy way to ask that. “While I?—”

“ No .” George’s answer was quick— super fucking quick. I grinned, rutting into him with another greedy slap of our hips. My dick was softening, which sucked, but…I figured I’d let his hole keep me warm for as long as it was able.

“Anything you want, precious,” I promised, “but…I need to see you. Need to see that pretty face. You okay if I pull out for one quick second? I promise I’ll push right back in and stuff you nice and full again.”

George made an unhappy sound, but ultimately nodded. I was quick about it, slipping out of his well-fucked hole and flipping him around carefully. I did accidentally knock Neil with my foot in my haste, unfortunately. Though the plop of the dildo hitting the water where the boats were normally stored was easy to forget when George was docile in my arms.

RIP Neil, you delightful silicone bastard.

Ignoring the wood and possible ass splinters I might get from it, I sat down on the floor with my back to the wall and pulled George into my lap. It was easy to angle his hips just right, and even easier to slip inside his cum-slick entrance. Jesus Christ, it was so good. Hot and sticky and inviting. Twitching around me, George welcomed me back into his body with a grateful sigh. Like I was doing him a favor.

My dick attempted to harden, and I didn’t stop it. I had no intention of fucking him again at present—he wasn’t ready for that. But if I was somewhat hard it would mean I could stay inside him for longer like he wanted.

My focus was on George.

On his tear-streaked face.

On the way he was shaking, his eyes glassy and lost.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so pretty,” I said, giving his hips one last squeeze before I slid my hands up his body to cup his face. “So pretty when you suffer. The prettiest . ”

George cracked a sweet smile—made sweeter by the presence of tears still in his red-rimmed eyes.

“Why don’t you lean on me,” I offered, “you wanted me to hold you.” George nodded. “And I live to please.” His head bobbed again before he rested it on my shoulder. I stroked my hands up and down the long line of his back, enjoying the way his chest expanded with each breath he took.

George’s shorts were caught around one ankle, tickling my bare leg, but I ignored the odd sensation in favor of giving him what he needed. I moved my hands in languid sweeping motions, then short rubs over his wrists and forearms, keeping him cared for as I beckoned him back to reality, little by little.

Putting George back together after taking him apart filled me with a sense of rightness I had rarely, if ever, experienced.

“How’re your knees?” I murmured against his hair, nuzzling into him as I took his full weight. “Is the wood hurting them?”

“S’fine,” George slurred, lips skimming my throat. “I…happy.”

I happy.

What a compliment .

Jesus, he was cute.

“You’re such a cutie pie, Georgie Porgie,” I groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, amused when he sighed. I swear to god if he really was a cat he’d be purring right now. “The cutest cutie patootie I’ve ever met.”

“Shut up,” his response was weak—but very Georgie.

“Christ, I just wanna eat you up.” I mimed biting him and he snorted out a laugh. A laugh that made his hole flutter around my dick again—and god, wasn’t that nice? I’d never been with someone who wanted to be stuffed after sex was over. It was fucking nirvana. My dick was oversensitive and every weak clench of his hole sent sparks down my spine.

“No more biting.” George curled his long arms around me. He gave me a fragile squeeze and I thunked my head against the wall, peering up at the high wooden beams that criss-crossed the ceiling with a happy grin .

“No more biting,” I agreed. “For now .”

“You’re like a naughty puppy,” he accused. “Always gnawing on things.”

“Ooo, now there’s an idea for another time,” I enthused, still rubbing the tension out of his neck. I moved on to his shoulders, then his back again, enjoying the way he flopped into me like a dead fish. Which may not have sounded sexy, but totally was. “Puppy play,” I added, in case that wasn’t obvious. “Maybe after I get you a pair of cat ears and a butt plug with a tail. I can try to hump you and you can hiss and bite me like the pretty kitty you are.”

“You have a wild imagination.” George’s face told me he was considering it. “What about as owner and pet?”

“You or me?”

“You, dog. Me, owner.”

“Mmm, that could be fun,” I agreed, imagination already running wild. Me on my knees, sniffing between George’s legs, whining at him because I wanted to lick his dick but it was covered. George gasping and getting mad at me, trying to shove me off only for him to stumble—oh fuck yes. George on his knees on the floor, with me behind him, humping his ass through his clothes, puppy ears bouncing. “Okay, yes . That would be awesome.”

“Yeah?”

“ Fuck yes . I could have a leash. Oh my god— you holding my leash ?! I am so into this. That is so fucking hot. You could tug on it and get mad at me. If you stomped your cute little foot and called me a bad dog I’d cum on the spot.”

“Why am I not surprised part of your fantasy involves me being angry with you?”

“I love when you’re mad.” My smile was a testament to that fact. “Actually—scratch that. I love when you pay attention to me in general. Whatever attention I can get is good enough for me, positive or negative.”

“You really are a puppy.” George did not sound surprised, like he’d suspected as much already.

This was trust in its truest form .

George—arguably the most guarded person I’d ever met—was allowing me to see a side of him that he’d never shown anyone else.

And that was…humbling.

The control he’d given me today had been such an immense gift.

My own kink awakening paled in comparison to the wash of uncontrollable feelings I had discovered today. Selfishness was on the back burner. How could I think about myself when George was here in my arms, needing me?

No one had ever needed me before.

Not like this.

Emotions, effervescent and happy bubbled up inside me.

“You were so beautiful, by the way,” I said. “I swear to god, I’ve never seen anything like what you just gave me. What a gift. And this whole conversation? Jesus. So fucking awesome. Everything about you is awesome—and sexy. If awesome and sexy had a baby that would be you. S-awesome.”

“Mmm,” George’s response was lackluster, but he sounded more like himself. We sat there for several long minutes, my hands wandering his limp form, rubbing and scratching, and soothing him back into the world of the living.

When he pulled away to look at me, hands on my shoulders for balance I knew I’d done well. His smile was serene. His eyes were no longer glassy. “Thank you,” George’s voice was soft as he leaned in and kissed me, long and lingering. “I needed that.”

I hummed into it, enjoying the flicker of his frisky little tongue. “Thank you ,” I said when we parted, cupping his face again, thumbs smearing away the remains of tears. “I can honestly say that I loved every second of what we just did.”

I’d needed it too.

“Me too,” George admitted. “It’s never…been like that for me.”

“Me neither.” I agreed, combing his pale hair out of his face the way he often did to himself. “That was special .”

“Sure was, Counselor.” George’s smile was playful, and I chuckled, unable to help myself.

“You liked the roleplay?”

“Yeah, I did.” George laughed, and his hole clenched around me again. Still loose, but tightening a bit. I groaned. And even though I’d literally just said I didn’t plan to fuck him again—I was still upset that my dick hadn’t managed to get hard. It was in limbo. Just like we were.

“You want a nap?” I offered. “Or maybe a back rub in our tent? On the mattress?”

George debated with himself. “I want…a sex sandwich.”

“You want a—” I paused, then snorted, unable to help the burst of happiness that exploded in my chest. “ Ohmygod . Are you teasing me? Is this what orgasms do to you? You become a teasing little shit?”

“No. That’s you . I just know your stomach is going to start growling any minute. You get hungry after sex.” George was right, so I didn’t argue. As much as I’d just taken care of him, he apparently wanted to take care of me, too. Mother-henning me like a motherfucking boss.

“How about I set you up in the tent nice and cozy, check your cute little ass to make sure you’re good, and come back with some sex sandwiches for the both of us?” I offered, scratching his scalp and enjoying the way his eyes drifted shut. Goddamn cat, seriously. “That sound good, Duchess? That way you can keep your thoughts fuzzy soft and not have to ‘people’ until you’re ready.”

George made a face at the nickname, but otherwise was too distracted being petted to argue. “Sounds good,” he agreed.

Full of joy, full of cum, and eager for our next adventure, George and I rose from our spot on the ground. Luckily, sans butt splinters. I could only hope George wouldn’t be too devastated when he found out Neil was now swimming with the fishes—literally.