Page 34 of A Winter Redemption
“Yes! Fuck! Jarne!”
He speared his tongue into the ring of muscle, wiggling it inside. Ketho’s thighs trembled. His moans sounded close to sobs. Jarne reached under Ketho and began to pump his cock.
Ketho’s cries increased, and Jarne could tell Ketho was close.
“Yes! Yes!” Ketho called.
Jarne pulled back, removing his hand from around Ketho’s dick and his mouth from Ketho’s arsehole.
“No.” Ketho turned to Jarne, arm outstretched. He panted, cheeks flushed with arousal.
And Jarne wasn’t done yet.
Jarne went to the side cabinet and grabbed the salve. He didn’t bother stripping off. He just undid his breeches and pulled his aching member free. Kneeling behind Ketho, Jarne dipped his fingers into the salve. He smothered it over his dick.
Then he grabbed one of Ketho’s arse cheeks and spread him open. Jarne sank three fingers into Ketho. Ketho moaned a low, pained sound. His fingers curled, digging into the sheets.
Jarne twisted his fingers, pressing deep. Still moaning, Ketho rocked back on Jarne’s finger. Then thrust against the bed. Jarne ran a hand down Ketho’s back, watching Ketho’s hypnotic movements.
He stretched his fingers inside Ketho. The smell of their arousal hung heavy in the air. Jarne felt drunk on it. His own cock ached and throbbed between his legs, but he waited, letting the anticipation of plunging his cock into Ketho build and grow inside him.
The speed of Ketho’s motions increased as he fucked back on Jarne’s digits and rubbed himself against the sheets. He panted and moaned, his body tightening as he approached his peak.
Jarne tugged his fingers free from Ketho’s body. He grabbed Ketho’s waist, lifting his hips so his dick had no contact with the bed.
“No!” Ketho cried. He tried to reach for his own cock. But Jarne released Ketho’s hip and grabbed his hand, pinning it to the bed.
“Fuck! No,” Ketho cried. “I’m so close!”
“I know. Get onto the middle of the bed,” Jarne said, releasing Ketho’s hand. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
On shaking limbs, Ketho crawled. His white hair swung as he moved. He panted.
Jarne climbed onto the bed and took his time, getting into position behind Ketho.
“Hurry up, you prick,” Ketho snapped.
Jarne laughed. He’d never seen Ketho lose control like this. It was intoxicating. He ran his hand up Ketho’s spine, watching the skin pebble. He gripped the back of Ketho’s neck.
Ketho whimpered. Jarne used his other hand to guide his cock to Ketho’s entrance. He pressed the tip lightly against Ketho’s arsehole, rocking back and forth, not enough to penetrate. Just to tease.
“Come on!” Ketho cried, voice tight with strain. He shoved backwards, trying to get Jarne’s cock inside him.
“None of that.” Jarne pulled his cock away. “I’m not going to fuck you if you misbehave.”
Ketho pressed his face against the bedding and yelled in frustration.
Jarne waited.
“Who are you thinking of now?” Jarne whispered.
“What?” Ketho asked.
“Whose cock do you want inside you?” Jarne pressed his dick teasingly again the puckered flesh. “Are you imagining the blacksmith?”
“No,” Ketho said. “Of course not.”
“Are you sure?” Jarne said, voice low. “Perhaps you should go to him and let him satisfy you. Let him fuck you.” He pressed forward.
