Page 29 of A Winter Awakening
Hobbling, he came around the back. To one side of the studio stretched an awning. A kiln stood underneath with a pile of wood next to it. He walked past the window. Gael let out a breath as he caught movement inside. Someone was home!
He walked to the door and raised his fist to knock. But the door stood ajar.
“Hello,” he said, pushing the door open.
“That’s it.” Wareth groaned. “Take my cock.”
Gael’s jaw dropped, but the rest of his body locked into place.
Completely naked and bent over a table, Ori cried out.
Wareth stood behind him, also naked, hands clutching Ori’s waist as he pistoned his hips, thrusting his cock into Ori’s arse.
Gael’s mouth turned dry. His eyes widened. Arousal and heat surged through his body, burning in his gut. And lower down.
“Yes! Yes!” Ori cried. One hand scrambled back, grasping at Wareth’s thick, hairy thigh. “Harder. Fuck me harder!”
Wareth did. And each time he thrust, the table shoved forward, scraping against the floor.
Gael should leave.
He’d come to talk. Not watch Wareth bugger Ori. But he didn’t step back. He didn’t leave. He didn’t move an inch.
Although, that wasn’t true. One part of him definitely moved.
Within his drawers, his cock took notice of what he saw. It perked up and hardened as he watched Wareth shove his cock inside Ori’s willing body over and over again.
“Take me! Use me!” Ori keened.
Almost without thought, Gael reached down and pressed the palm of his hand against the bulge in his trousers. He whimpered.
Wareth grunted and placed a hand on Ori’s lower back, holding him in place.
Gael’s hand moved insistently, kneading his throbbing erection. He felt light-headed and dizzy with arousal.
“I’m going to spill my seed deep inside your hole, my beautiful slut,” Wareth growled, hips moving faster now.
Gael shoved his hand inside his trousers and drawers. He stroked himself, matching Wareth’s hard and fast rhythm.
“Yes.” Ori sobbed. “Do it.” He cried out again. “Do it.”
Hips still slamming into Ori’s, Wareth reached out and grabbed Ori’s hair. “Come for me,” Wareth demanded. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Ori’s body grew taut. His mouth dropped open. He screamed.
Wareth’s thrusts became erratic. He cried out and shoved deep once more, holding himself in place, buried deep inside Ori. He shuddered and groaned.
Gael bit his lip, suppressing a cry as ecstasy flooded his body. His cock jerked in his hand. Hot spend flooded his drawers.
Gael stumbled away from the door, desperate not to be caught spying. In his hurry, he stepped, using his injured ankle. He sucked in a painful breath.
He yanked his sticky hand from his trousers and did them up. With shaking hands, he grabbed his crutch. He walked as quickly as he could, wiping his hand against his coat.
Images of what he’d just seen tumbled through his mind. The sight of Ori bent over. Of Wareth shoving his cock into Ori’s arse. The sounds of their pleasure rang in his ears. And the words they’d spoken!
Was that what Orteo wanted? Did Orteo want to bend Gael over a table and fuck him?
Not paying any attention to anyone or anything he passed, Gael walked blindly. He thought someone called his name, but he didn’t look up. He just kept walking. Finally, he reached the cabin.
