Page 35 of A Winter Awakening
He stared down at Orteo’s semi-hard cock resting against the oread’s thigh. He hadn’t realised he’d failed to reciprocate. He’d been so wrapped up in his own pleasure.
“I’m sorry. I should have—”
“Shhh.” Orteo placed a hand on Gael’s hair and pulled him back down so his head rested on Orteo’s chest. “It’s fine. I just want to take care of you for now.” He kissed Gael’s forehead. “We’ll deal with that later.”
But Gael kept looking at Orteo’s cock.
Orteo’s gentle caresses no longer soothed him. Orteo’s rough hands glided along his side, his arse, his thighs. They stirred Gael’s arousal. His cock throbbed. It had rested enough.
I want to plunge into your body over and over and then fill your tight channel with my seed.Orteo’s words echoed in his ears. Gael suppressed a shiver.
Gael thought of what he’d seen yesterday, Ori bent over the desk, Wareth thrusting into him from behind, over and over. His arsehole clenched as he wondered what it would feel like to have Orteo do that to him. His dick throbbed as he imagined Orteo doing that now.
Swallowing, Gael propped himself up. He stared into Orteo’s eyes.
“Will you bugger me now?” Gael asked.
Orteo’s eyes widened.
“Please.” Gael slid his hand down towards Orteo’s cock. He hesitated but then wrapped his hand around the length and squeezed.
Orteo groaned, and Gael felt a thrill to know he’d caused the sound.
“I want to know what it’s like to feel you inside me,” Gael said.
He could feel Orteo’s cock plumping in his grip, coming to full hardness.
“I can’t stop thinking about it.” Gael imagined this cock sliding inside him. Filling him. Stretching him. Spending inside him. “Please. You said you wanted to.”
“You don’t need to convince me,” Orteo said with a laugh. Then he took Gael’s mouth in a fierce kiss.
A few moments later, Gael lay knees bent and legs spread. Orteo leaned over him, between Gael’s thighs. Orteo’s cock hung heavy and erect.
Gael couldn’t stop staring at it. His arsehole clenched. He spread his legs wider, imagining Orteo pushing into him and opening him up.
Orteo poured oil onto his fingers and reached for Gael’s entrance. Gael startled at the feel of Orteo’s slicked digits probing at him, pressing firmly but not entering. Gael wiggled. The tip of a finger breached him, and he gasped.
Orteo gazed down at him, hungry silver eyes studying Gael. The finger slid inside him in one smooth motion. Orteo held still for a moment, then twisted and withdrew and pressed forward again. Gael bit his lip at the strange sensation of Orteo’s finger exploring his virgin hole.
Orteo wrapped a hand around Gael’s cock and stroked. Up and down, Orteo pumped his member in fluid movements. Gael’s eyes fluttered shut as he moaned, giving himself over to the dual sensation of Orteo stroking and fingering him in tandem.
A second finger pressed alongside the first. They stretched and moved within him.
Gael groaned. He imagined the fingers to be Orteo’s cock, sliding inside him.
“That’s it,” Orteo said huskily.
Then Orteo pressed against something inside him. Gael’s nerves sizzled, and his cock jerked. His eyes flung open.
Orteo smiled down at him. “Like that?”
Gael opened his mouth to speak. Then Gael felt it again. And again. He whimpered.
Another finger entered him. Gael rocked on the fingers as Orteo pressed that spot inside him repeatedly, lighting him up from the inside.
Now he knew why Ori had cried out like that.
He panted, and his cock jerked in Orteo’s grip. He could already feel the pleasure rising inside him. But he didn’t want to come yet. He needed Orteo’s dick.
