Page 16 of A Winter Romance
“You really want this?”
“I really want this.” Aryn felt dizzy with lust.
“And you promise you’ll tell me if you don’t like anything or it goes too far?”
“Promise.” Was this happening? Was Sero going to fulfil his fantasy? He glanced down at Sero’s hard cock pushing at the fabric of the loincloth.
Aryn’s cock pulsed. He was so turned on he could barely breathe. But it was more than that. He’d always wanted this, wanted someone who didn’t think he was weird or strange. Someone who not only accepted but fulfilled his desires.
Stepping forward, Sero fused their mouths together. Aryn returned the heated kiss, moving his lips against Sero’s. Sero stepped back. Bereft, Aryn stumbled before righting himself.
Sero’s expression was blank. The fire crackled, and the flames flickered. He stared at Aryn and raised an eyebrow, waiting.
“Thank you for saving me.” Aryn swallowed. “I would have frozen to death if you hadn’t.” Aryn’s dick twitched, hot and hard beneath the layers of clothing. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you for it.”
Sero’s hard expression didn’t change. “You can start by taking off your clothes.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” Sero said, voice firm and unbending. “Take off your clothes.” He spoke slowly, enunciating each word.
Arousal curled inside Aryn.
“I saved you,” Sero said. “Brought you to my cave to keep you from freezing. And now you’ll make it up to me.” When Aryn didn’t move, Sero continued. “But if you’d prefer, you can go back out into the snow,” Sero said with a flick of his hand towards the cave entrance. “See how you fare out there.”
Aryn glanced outside. He imagined the freezing cold. With trembling hands, he reached for the buttons of his coat. All the while, Sero watched him with his distant silver eyes.
Aryn slipped the coat from his shoulders and let it fall on the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head. He could feel Sero’s eyes burning into him. Bending over, he undid the laces of his boots before tugging them off. They landed with a thud on the floor. His cock tented his breeches.
“Keep going.”
Letting out a breath, Aryn undid the laces and let the breeches slide down his legs.
“Undershorts too,” Sero said firmly.
Aryn did as Sero commanded and removed his undershorts. Taking a shaky breath, he straightened, standing naked before Sero’s flint-like gaze. Sero stepped forward. His gaze, cold and assessing, ran up and down Aryn’s body. He placed his hand on Aryn’s waist.
Aryn jumped at the cold contact. Sero circled Aryn, hand caressing him. Goosebumps followed in the wake of his roughened touch. He stopped behind Aryn and squeezed his left arse cheek.
“Maybe I’ll keep you here a few days and make good use of this fine arse,” he whispered against Aryn’s ear. His hand reached between his cheeks and pressed against the hole.
Aryn whimpered.
“I could spend days filling your tight hole with my seed.” Sero continued to circle him until he stood in front of Aryn. His pupils were dilated, black almost swallowing the silver of his eyes. Aryn dropped his gaze to Sero’s crotch. The flared head of his cock escaped the loincloth. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip.
“Take a closer look.”
“What?”
“On your knees.”
Aryn hesitated.
“Now,” Sero said.
Aryn dropped to his knees, too hard. But he ignored the pain and looked up at Sero, eager to be told what to do next.
“Take it out,” Sero said.
