Page 19 of Introducing Mr. Winterbourne

Till Adam could resist him no longer.

He used the rest of the oil on his own neglected cock, briefly enjoying his own practiced touch before leaning forward and pushing Lysander’s legs back, exposing him shamelessly. He took a moment to enjoy that abandoned sight, then helplessly pressed forward, piercing Lysander’s hole with the thick head of his cock.

Lysander let out a growling sort of a yelp, a fascinating sound of mingled pain and pleasure that made Adam stop moving. He searched Lysander’s face for a clue to his thoughts, his body shaking with the effort of holding back when all he wanted to do was fuck like an animal.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.

“Christ, no!” Lysander grabbed at his hips with desperate hands. “Fuck me, Adam. I’m so very close—”

Adam drove into Lysander’s body then, snarling with approval and lust. He’d only thrust a few times before Lysander was reaching his crisis. And God, but the boy was incoherent with pleasure, a babble of senseless words and more primitive sounds falling from his lips as his seed finally erupted from his ruddy shaft. The first surge of his spend went high, hitting his shoulder, making them both gasp out with laughter.

The rest of Lysander’s come pulsed out over his belly, and just the sight of it, that unmistakable evidence of his delight, was enough to send Adam flying too. He thrust hard, once, twice more, and then his vision was greying, pleasure suffusing every part of him as he spilled himself inside his lover.

His lover.

This man lying under him, stripped and exposed, just like Adam himself. The two of them, each unveiled to the other, right down to their very skins.

And Adam knew, right then, that he’d been wrong earlier, when he’d told Lysander he’d done this many times. Those other times had been something else entirely.

With Lysander, everything was new.

***

AFTERWARDS, LYSANDERfelt like he couldn’t move. He watched as Adam rose and went to his dressing table, pouring water from the ewer into the bowl to wash himself. Watched as he returned to Lysander with a damp cloth to do the same for him, wiping the oil and semen from Lysander’s body with tender swipes.

What happened now? Was Lysander expected to dress and leave?

He was about to ask when Adam slid back into bed beside him and drew the bedcovers over them both, rendering the question redundant, for now at least.

Lysander shifted and turned so that he was facing Adam. He yawned, a great jaw-cracking yawn that made Adam smile.

“Tired?” he murmured.

“Yes.”

“Sleep, then. You’re welcome to stay the night. I can assure you no one will disturb us.”

He spoke with the certainty of a rich man with well-trained servants.

“Thank you,” Lysander said, adding after a pause, “Strange, isn’t it, to think we were only introduced today? When I woke up this morning, I was not looking forward to the day ahead, but it has turned out ... very well.”

“Yes, it has.” Adam smiled. “And what of tomorrow? What do you have planned for me? More afternoon calls? Driving in Hyde Park? Perhaps a rout or a musicale in the evening?”

His words were light, but Lysander heard the faint tension in them. The vaguest hint of dread.

“What wouldyoulike to do?” he asked.

For several long moments, Adam considered the question, then he said, “I would like to take you to Edgeley Park. I would like to hear what you have to say about it—what you think I should do with it.” He paused, then added, “We could go, too. We could pack our valises and be off. The wedding’s not for weeks. What do you say?”

Lysander found that his throat was suddenly aching. It was as though Adam had opened the door of his gilded cage and invited him to hop out. And as wonderful and exciting as that was, it was terrifying too.

The incipient excitement in Adam’s gaze dimmed a little. “You don’t have to—” he began.

It was that that decided him.

Before Adam could say another word, Lysander grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a swift, fierce kiss, releasing him just as quickly.

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, I’ll come with you.”

And just like that, Adam’s smile was back, and his sherry-brown gaze was warm and affectionate, and a little wondering too.

“Would tomorrow be too soon?” he asked.

“No,” Lysander said. “Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”

**

The End