Page 42 of A Winter Awakening
Gael felt so aware of being stretched by Orteo’s cock. “Uses for dried striker leaf include…”
He wanted to lean forward, feel the cock slide from his body, and then drop down onto it. He wanted to cry out as Orteo’s shaft hit the magic spot inside him. He wanted to be buggered hard by Orteo.
“In some regions the…dried leaves are also combined with…”
Orteo’s fingers trailed down the back of Gael’s neck. Gael closed his eyes, breathing heavily. His skin felt so sensitive.
“Keep reading,” Orteo said.
Gael opened his eyes. “…are also combined with…redroot…and used for…and used for salves…and…” He felt light-headed. He had no idea what words he read. But he just kept reading. And reading.
After several minutes, Orteo undulated his hips, pressing his cock deeper before withdrawing, rocking into Gael.
“Yes,” Gael hissed. He dropped the book to his lap and entwined his hands behind Orteo’s neck.
Orteo stopped.
“No!” Gael cried.
“Keep reading.”
Gael sobbed. He shook his head.
“Keep reading,” Orteo said firmly.
Gael grabbed the book and opened it to a random page. “It’s important to remember that in…Ares…”
Orteo started to move again, dick sliding in and out of Gael with agonising slowness. Gael lost his spot and continued at random. “…and although it can grow in…cooler environments…”
Orteo angled his hips, pressing forward. Pleasure burst inside Gael as Orteo hit that spot inside him. Gael cried out and stopped reading.
“Keep reading or I’ll stop fucking you,” Orteo said, voice calm and measured.
Gael shook his head. Gael wanted to beg and cry and plead. But he knew it’d do no good. “It can grow… Ah! …in cooler environments…” He gasped.
Orteo gripped Gael’s hips and lifted him so Orteo could thrust into Gael’s body.
“…but it is more likely to thrive… Oh… Oh… Orteo… In…in…more…” As he kept reading, Orteo kept nailing that spot inside him. His cock leaked and throbbed.
“It is said…” Body jolting with each thrust, Gael trembled and tried to read. His hands shook so much he could barely see the page. “And…it…is said to… Oh… Orteo… Please… Please… I can’t…” Tears leaked from his eyes.
“I can’t.” Gael dropped the book to the floor. He panted. “Please. Orteo.”
Orteo stopped thrusting.
Gael sobbed. Orteo released Gael’s hips. He sat back on the chair, Gael reclined on top of him, sagging back, Orteo’s cock buried inside him.
“Well, if you aren’t going to read for me, I don’t think I should do all the work,” Orteo said.
“I can do it.” Gael licked his tingling lips. “I can ride you.” He hooked his arms behind Orteo’s neck. He worried Orteo would stop him. That he wouldn’t let him. That he’d demand Gael keep reading.
“Then ride my cock. Fuck yourself on me,” Orteo whispered.
Relief poured into him. Gael lifted his hips and felt Orteo’s dick slide from his slicked hole. Then he dropped down and groaned. He didn’t pause. Immediately, he rose and fell, revelling in the feel of Orteo’s member gliding into him over and over.
Orteo wasn’t silent. Moaning, he held Gael’s waist, guiding him.
“That’s it,” Orteo growled. “Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you want my cock.”
