Page 17 of A Winter Romance
Aryn didn’t need to be told twice. Reaching forward, he pulled Sero’s loincloth down, freeing the long, hard cock. Thick grey veins ran beneath the skin. Sero’s dick felt hot and heavy in his hand.
“Lick it.”
Leaning forward, Aryn stuck out his tongue and licked the mushroom head. The salty, tangy taste filled his mouth. Sero sucked in a breath. Aryn ran his tongue around the flared head. He licked along its length before tonguing the slit. Sero’s musky scent surrounded him.
“Now suck me,” Sero said, voice husky.
Aryn took Sero as deep as he could. His cheeks hollowed. He loved the feel of Sero’s member filling his mouth. He moved up and down, bobbing his head, determined that Sero would enjoy this.
Sero’s hands dug into his hair. “That’s it. Take my cock,” Sero said. “So wet and hot.” Sero groaned. “Stroke yourself.”
Aryn brought his hand to his already leaking cock and fisted it.
“I’m close,” Sero said. “Make me come.”
Straining to take Sero’s cock as deep as he could, he increased the suction. All the while, he pumped his own cock.
Sero started thrusting into Aryn’s mouth. His body tensed. His fingers dug almost painfully into Aryn’s skull. He threw his head back. He cried out. The sound echoed in the cave as he flooded Aryn’s mouth with his thick seed. Aryn swallowed each drop eagerly.
With shaky hands, Sero withdrew his cock from Aryn’s mouth, whilst Aryn continued stroking himself, chasing his orgasm.
“Look at you,” Sero said, touching his cheek. “So desperate. So needy. I don’t think I’ll let you leave. I think you should stay here, giving me your body, your mouth, your arse in payment for saving you. Would you like that?”
Aryn nodded.
Sero gave a dry laugh. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep you.”
At the words, thick, ropy cum shot from his cock, covering his stomach, Sero’s legs, and the dirt with white streaks.
Aryn leaned forward. He couldn’t move, his body now too heavy. Pleasure buzzed through him.
Sero stroked Aryn’s hair. “Come on,” Sero said. “Up you get.” He knelt and wrapped his arms around Aryn, helping him to his feet. His legs shook, and Sero had to help him into the bed. Sero crawled in next to him, pulling the furs on top of them.
“Thank you,” Aryn said, snuggling next to him.
“No need to thank me.” His voice was warm, so different from a couple of minutes ago. “I enjoyed it immensely.”
“And you didn’t mind?”
“Why would I mind?” Sero asked, sounding genuinely perplexed.
“It’s just… I once suggested to Sasha—that was the man I used to be with—that we pretend we were strangers at a ball. I said we should pretend that we meet and don’t know each other, and we end up sneaking to a room and fucking.” His stomach turned at the memory. “Sasha looked at me like I’d told him I wanted to murder someone. I felt abnormal. Sick.” Just thinking of it still hurt. “He thought any sex that wasn’t in a bed was perverted.”
“I’m sorry he made you feel that way.” Sero kissed Aryn on the forehead. “You’re not abnormal or sick or perverted. And it’s fine if he didn’t want to do it, but he should never have made you feel like you were wrong because you wanted to. You’re not.”
“Thank you,” Aryn said, swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat.
“I think it’s fine for people to have sex however they want, as long as everyone is keen and enjoys themselves. And I think we both enjoyed ourselves greatly.” He stroked Aryn’s hair. “I know I did.”
“Sex with you feels so different.”
“Good different?”
“Very good. You make me feel desirable. It’s the kind of sex I’ve always wanted.”
“I’m glad. And if you’re staying for two more weeks, then I’m sure we’ll have more opportunities to explore and for me to show you just how desirable I think you are.” He tipped up Aryn’s chin and pressed their mouths together.
Despite his exhaustion, his cock twitched. He remembered what Sero had said.“Then I guess I’ll just have to keep you.”He knew it didn’t mean anything. It was just part of the sex. But for a single second, he almost hoped Sero would keep him.
