Page 10 of A Winter Romance
Aryn’s arse clenched in anticipation.
For a second, Sero held still.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and fuck m—” His words turned into a cry, his mouth dropping open as Sero shoved in his cock in one deep thrust.
Harpy’s teat, Aryn loved the burn. Loved the sweet mix of pain and pleasure. That magic point where it was almost too much and not enough at the same time. Sero began to thrust, a gentle, steady pace as if allowing for Aryn to get used to it. It appeared Sero was a gentle, caring lover.
But Aryn didn’t want or need that. He wanted a hard, fast fuck. Bracing himself, he pushed backwards. “Hard. Fuck me hard.”
Sero’s hands dug into Aryn’s hips, and he shoved his dick deep, jolting Aryn forward. Sero began a punishing rhythm, his cock sliding in and out. Aryn cried out. Sero pounded into him, hands on his hips, pulling Aryn back with each thrust.
“This better?”
Aryn moaned in response.
Each time Sero thrust, his member hit the spot perfectly inside Aryn, setting him on fire from within. It was perfect. He never wanted it to end. He wanted to stay here in Sero’s cave, with Sero fucking him, shoving his long, hard cock deep inside him over and over for eternity.
The pleasure built within him, starting at the belly and growing outwards, filling him, so there was no room in his head for anything other than Sero fucking him.
His balls pulled up. A tingling started in his feet as his orgasm approached.
“I’m close,” he gasped.
Reaching beneath himself, he stroked his cock as Sero continued to pound into him. Aryn’s other hand clutched at the mattress. With a sound, almost like a scream, Aryn spent, seed splattering from his cock.
Behind him, Sero continued to fuck him, movements wild as he chased his own orgasm, dick continuing to fill Aryn’s now over-sensitive hole. The sound of Sero’s grunts and the slapping of their bodies filled the cave. Hands dug painfully into Aryn’s hips. Sero cried out, and his seed shot deep within Aryn.
Sero pulled out and dropped beside him onto the bed. Aryn dropped down on his front, onto the wet patch in front of him.
“Urghhh!”
“What?” Sero asked, voice hoarse.
“Nothing, just gotta…” He reached down, fumbling by the foot of the bed until he found his undershorts. “…clean up a little.” He quickly wiped up his seed that had stained the mattress as best he could before sweeping it around his cock. He wiped between his arse cheeks where Sero’s seed dripped out.
Finally, he lay down with a contented sigh, relaxing into the mattress. That had been perfect. Probably the best sex he’d ever had. For a second, he wondered what it would be like staying here in this cave forever with Sero, hidden away from the world, spending their days and nights fucking.
What if he stayed and never returned to Bordertown? He’d never have to face his parents and their disappointment again. He wouldn’t have to go to his brother and ex-lover’s wedding. He could just live the rest of his life here. But it was a fantasy, and he knew it. Soon enough he’d have to return to Bordertown, back to his humiliation and failure.
But at least he was able to have this brief moment of reprieve before facing it.
ChapterNine
Last night had been unexpected.
Aryn still slept, lying curled amongst the furs, only the top of his head and dark curls visible. It was no surprise he was tired. He’d had a trying day yesterday, what with getting lost. And then last night.
When Aryn had suggested they share the bed, Sero couldn’t determine if he was offering because there was only one bed or if it was an invitation of sorts. But when Sero had crawled in beside him, Aryn had fallen asleep, even before Sero pulled the furs over them.
But then, during the night…
Yesterday, Sero had been annoyed at the interruption to his retreat in the mountains. But now he wondered if this was exactly what he needed to get over Ketho. A bit of harmless fun before Aryn went back to the city.
And this time, he knew there was no chance of a future. He’d never seen someone so ill-suited for the mountains. And Aryn himself seemed keen to return to Bordertown. So this would be temporary, and Sero was determined not to do anything foolish like fall in love. Again.
The dark stew swirled in front of him as he stirred it with a wooden spoon. Usually, when he was out here by himself, Sero would just eat bread and some dried fruit, vegetables, or meat for breakfast. But he had a feeling Aryn would appreciate something warm to fill his belly.
“What smells good?” Aryn, voice sleepy, asked.
