Page 43 of A Winter Awakening
Gael dropped his hands and placed them on Orteo’s thighs for better purchase. He moved up and down faster.
Orteo grunted. Pressing one hand to Gael’s back, he bent him forward. Perhaps to get a better view of Orteo’s cock plunging in and out of Gael’s arsehole.
Gael bounced on Orteo’s lap. His own dick slapped against his stomach with each bounce.
“Orteo.” He tilted his hips and felt the tip of Orteo’s cock mash against that magic spot inside him. “Orteo. I can’t last. Please touch me.”
“No,” Orteo groaned. “I want you to come from just my dick inside you.”
Gael closed his eyes. “I… I…” Gael groaned. He moved faster. His thighs burned. He could feel the pleasure building in him. “So close.” His balls tightened.
He moved erratically, pleasure tingling through him. Then he screamed, body jerking. Seed spurted from his dick.
Orteo thrust into him now, fingers digging into his hips, pounding into him from below. Gael’s orgasm continued to rip through him until it left him blissed out and floating.
But Orteo kept shoving his cock deep inside Gael’s now overly sensitive channel. Orteo groaned as he shoved deep inside Gael one more time. He shuddered and cried out as he filled Gael with his warm spend.
Their ragged breathing filled the room. The wind battered against the window, rattling it. Orteo’s warm breath brushed against Gael’s neck. After a moment, wet kisses pressed against his sweat-slick skin.
Gael leaned back against Orteo and laughed.
“Was I right? Did you enjoy that?” Orteo wrapped his arms around Gael’s waist.
Gael nodded.
They stayed like that for several moments. Gael would have been content to sleep like that, sprawled on top of Orteo, Orteo’s cock still inside him.
But Orteo had other ideas. He helped Gael stand, then lifted him and laid him on the bed. Silently, he wiped between Gael’s legs, cleaning him of seed. Then he reached for the ankle. “You sure I didn’t hurt it?” He went and got the salve.
“No,” Gael said, his eyes sliding shut. “I was careful when I rode you.”
Orteo tenderly massaged the salve into the skin.
Gael felt the bed dip, and Orteo slid in next to him, folding him into his arms. Everything with Orteo felt perfect. Every single moment. Always perfect. Always blissful.
But sometimes thoughts of his family, Alisa, and Castle Evermore crept in and dampened his happiness. Yet that didn’t matter so much. As long as he continued to ignore those thoughts, he remained safe and happy here with Orteo.
ChapterTwenty-Three
“Are you enjoying your walk?” Orteo asked.
Grey clouds hung over the trees. Snowflakes danced on the gentle breeze. They walked through the forest, only a short distance from Ores.
“I’m glad you suggested it. I love it out here.” Gael smiled. “Ores is lovely. But the forest is something else.” He took a deep breath. “It’s peaceful and serene. And it’s snowing.” He tilted his head back and stuck out his tongue, catching snowflakes. “I always liked being in the forests. Just never alone and lost.” He laughed.
“And I’ll be able to ride Daisy soon!” Gael said. “I can take her through the forests. I miss riding her.” He smiled at Orteo. “Not that I mind all the time we’ve spent in the cabin.” His smile turned wicked. “That’s been very enjoyable.”
Orteo chuckled.
“But it’s nice to be outside too. Especially if I’m with you.” Gael’s green eyes twinkled.
“I like being out here with you too,” Orteo said. “And the Solstice festivities are soon. They’re only a few days away, and everyone in Ores is talking about them.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Gael smiled at Orteo. “Oh, look.” He lifted his hand to point. “It’s a—” His words cut off. Arms flailing, Gael released his grip on the crutch.
Orteo reached out, trying to grab him, but the fabric of Gael’s coat slipped from his hands. Orteo’s stomach lurched. Gael fell backwards onto a rock by the path.
“Gael!” Orteo dropped to his side. “Are you all right?”
