Page 9 of A Winter Romance
Behind him, Sero was completely still.
Too still.
“Ummm…,” Sero said. He pulled away, arm disappearing, his cock no longer nestled snugly against Aryn’s arse.
Aryn mourned the loss.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have…. I didn’t mean…” Sero trailed off.
The glowing logs crackled.
Desire more than sense caused Aryn to speak. “We could if you wanted.”
Sero didn’t speak for several heartbeats. “We could what?”
Aryn’s cheeks heated. He was thankful he wasn’t facing Sero. “We could fuck. You could fuck me. Or I could suck you. Or anything. Anything you wanted. I’m happy to do whatever you want.”
I hope I’m not about to be thrown out of this cave.
“And you’d want that?” Sero asked. "It’s not out of gratitude for saving you or anything like that?”
Aryn almost laughed. “No, not out of gratitude.” His voice sounded breathless. He fumbled, searching out Sero’s hand, and brought it to his groin, letting Sero feel Aryn’s hardness tenting the front of his undershorts.
Sero inhaled sharply.
“I really want you to fuck me.”
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Aryn groaned as Sero squeezed his cock He thrust into Sero’s tight grip, pushing back against Sero’s dick, which was once again pressed against his arse.
Suddenly, Sero’s hand was gone, his body disappearing from the bed, leaving Aryn cold and confused. What was happening? Sero moved around the cave, his back to Aryn. Something rustled. Was Aryn about to get thrown out into the snow after all?
Then Sero was back, under the furs, crawling above Aryn. Calloused hands caressed his stomach and chest. Aryn arched into the touch. Sero’s hands moved to Aryn’s waist and tugged at his undershorts. Lifting his hips, Aryn helped push the garment down his body until he lay naked beneath Sero.
Sero settled his body on top of Aryn’s. Aryn moaned, realising that Sero, too, was naked. Aryn arched his body against Sero’s, relishing the feel of their bodies moving and grinding together. He hooked his ankle around the back of Sero’s thigh, pulling them tighter together, trying to get the hard, delicious pressure he needed against his cock.
Sero captured Aryn’s lips, licking into his mouth. It was a hungry, passionate kiss, tongues pushing against each other as their bodies thrust together.
Sero pulled away slightly, but Aryn didn’t want the kiss to end. He wanted to lose himself in Sero. His lips followed down the line of Sero’s neck, teeth grazing against his Adam’s apple.
“One second,” Sero panted whilst trying to reach the side of the bed.
But Aryn kept his arms and leg wrapped around Sero, unwilling to part with the weight of Sero’s body on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress. Their cocks continued to rub against each other, creating perfect, delicious friction.
Sero managed to do whatever he was doing and came back, taking Aryn’s mouth in another bruising kiss as they frotted. Aryn gasped. A slick finger circled his hole, teasing the entrance. Aryn groaned as he tried to push back against it. The tip slipped inside him. Aryn rocked on the digit, wanting it deeper. Slowly, it slid inwards, but he needed more. Faster.
“More, I can take it.”
Ragged breath escaped Sero. Aryn wished he could see his face properly, but it was too dark. Another finger joined the first. Then another. He groaned. The three digits moved in and out of him. They hit that spot deep inside of him, and his stomach clenched in pleasure.
“Now,” he cried out as the fingers continued to fuck him, rubbing against the bundle of nerves with each pass. “Please! Fuck me now!”
Hands guided him onto all fours. Aryn dropped down onto his elbows, body trembling with need. The mattress shifted beneath him as he braced himself. Impatient, he rocked his arse backwards.
“Hurry up! I need it.”
Sero chuckled, a breathy, throaty sound. “Demanding, aren’t you?” Sero moved between his legs, his thighs pressing against Aryn’s. Sero’s cock touched his hole.
