Page 9 of A Winter Redemption
“You feel so good,” Jarne whispered. “Nothing could feel better than this.”
“That’s what you think.”
And before Jarne could respond, Ketho moved, gyrating and rocking on Jarne’s lap.
“How’s this?” Ketho asked, voice breathy and strained. “Is this better?”
Jarne nodded, words beyond him. Pleasure thrummed through every nerve in his body as Ketho’s inner muscles squeezed and milked Jarne’s length. Jarne bit his lip.
Ketho leaned forward and braced his hands on Jarne’s chest. He began to rise and fall, riding Jarne. Gasps and cries fell from Ketho’s plump lips.
“Your cock feels so good. It’s perfect!” Ketho said. His eyes fluttered shut.
Unable to hold himself still any longer, Jarne placed his feet flat on the bed and thrust up. Ketho jolted, eyes opening, but he didn’t stop his movements.
The slap of skin against skin mixed with the creaking of the bed and their cries and grunts of pleasure. Ketho’s white hair swayed with his movements. He rose and fell faster. His hard dick bounced with his movements. Pre-cum glistened on the tip.
“I’m close,” Ketho murmured. “Touch me. Stroke me. Please.”
Jarne wrapped his hand around Ketho, hand pumping. His own orgasm teased at the edge of his awareness as he thrust repeatedly into Ketho’s tight body.
Ketho cried out, body arching as spurts of silver seed pumped from his cock, splattering across Jarne’s chest.
His channel squeezed impossibly tightly around Jarne’s member. The sensation and sight of Ketho reaching his peak pushed Jarne over the edge. He cried out. His pleasure tore through him. He pumped his hips erratically and buried himself deep in Ketho as he spent.
After several moments, Ketho kissed him. Sloppy, wet kisses against his mouth, neck, and cheek. Ketho moved off Jarne and flopped to the side. Ketho sighed, body relaxed and languid with sated pleasure.
Jarne held completely still.
As the pleasure ebbed from his body, he couldn’t help but be struck by the difference between this and every time he’d ever had sex with Sasha.
And the difference made him deeply uncomfortable. Tonight had easily been the best sex he’d ever had. But that wasn’t the worst part. Sex with Ketho had been playful and tender. Filled with laughs, smiles, and kisses. Not a quick, rushed kiss followed by Sasha dropping to his knees and sucking his cock or turning over to present his arse.
He couldn’t remember tenderness or laughter with Sasha. Just quick sex, more like something that needed to be ticked off and finished rather than something to be truly enjoyed or shared.
And that hurt. Because he’d been married to Sasha. And maybe Jarne hadn’t been an attentive husband. But it unnerved him to realise how empty sex with Sasha had been. He’d experienced more tenderness with Ketho, whom he’d just met, than throughout his entire marriage with Sasha.
And before that, Ketho had listened to him. Talked to him. Been interested in him. Had Sasha ever been interested in him?
“Where did you go?” Ketho asked.
“Sorry… I just…” Jarne turned to Ketho.
“Was it not pleasurable for you?”
“No! It was…incredible”.
“So you enjoyedspilling fluidswith me?” Ketho asked, laughter in his voice.
“You can stop calling it that.” The corner of Jarne’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t deny it sounded ridiculous.
“It’s what you called it.” Ketho kissed Jarne on the nose. Then he rose, sauntering to their discarded clothing.
“Where are you going?” Jarne asked.
“I’m heading off.” Ketho pulled on his breeches and shoes. “I have mountains to explore.” He smiled. “Thank you for such a very pleasurable evening. You were spectacular.”
Jarne’s throat tightened. Of course Ketho was leaving. Why would he stay? Even if it had been the best fuck of Jarne’s life and he’d felt more connection to him during sex than he had with his husband, they were still strangers.
