I grab hold of his hair, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I toss my head back and groan.
His cheeks hollow, the flat of his tongue curls around my throbbing length and his fingers play me like no one ever has.
I gasp, my chest caving as I suck in the near stifling heat of the cabin. My legs stretch wide, and my hips try to seek the pleasure of Ketill’s hot, wet mouth.
He slips a finger inside me. I throw my head to the side, moaning and gasping at the intrusion.
I’ve had sex before, but never like this—so eager, uncaring that I’m completely vulnerable to this man that somehow, impossibly, I’ve only known a handful of hours. Surely Ketill’s been in my life since I was born, my heart tells me yes. Thepingthat beats between us screams to keep him by my side forever.
Another finger enters me, and I move my hips with the rhythm Ketill sets. Needing the friction, loving the stretch.
“Another,” I moan, tugging impatiently on his hair.
He looks up, blinking innocently. “Another what, treasure?”
I groan.
He grins. “Another blanket? Another log on the fire? Another cup of tea?”
I kick him on his side, and he laughs. “Has anyone ever told you, Ketill, that you’re very irritating?”
“Another cup of tea it is.”
He goes to move away.
“If you go anywhere, I’ll finish this without you,” I warn.
Ketill’s mouth twitches. He waits a beat, then reaches for my hand tangled in his hair and brings it down between our bodies. He uses my hand to run over my hard cock and tight balls, down my taint and pressing my fingers into my lubed hole, but all I feel is Ketill as I breathe out moans.
“Do it,” he tells me, voice rough and eyes dark. “I wannawatch.” The last part comes out half a growl, and a bead of pre-cum spills down my length.
My eyes never waver from his, and while he said he wanted to watch, his eyes never move from mine, either.
We groan together when I slip two fingers inside myself.
“Fucking wonderful,” he growls. “Fucking amazing.”
I slide in a third finger, stretching myself and gasping as I move. Ketill grabs the sachet he tossed and adds the last drips to his length, stroking his impressive girth.
He takes my hand away and wraps it around my cock. I hold myself, not moving or speaking, only keeping relaxed as Ketill sits his fat cockhead against my asshole.
“Okay?” he asks, leaning down to kiss the corners of my lips, my cupid’s bow, my chin. The tip of my nose. “You still want this?”
I nod. “I still want this. Do…do you?” I whisper, not uncertain, but my heart beating too hard against my ribs, my other hand holding onto his waist.
“Forever.” And in one slow thrust, Ketill fills me.
I throw my head back, gasping from it.
He moves in and out of my body, his forehead pressed to mine, and our breaths share as he draws out, then snaps his hips back in, knocking out the air from my lungs.
My hand roams his back, down to his muscular ass and holding onto his round cheek. Our mouths lock, our tongues sliding against each other, the tight grip on my cock never moving.
“Forever, treasure. Thomas,” Ketill pants, speeding up. “You’re my forever. My soulmate.”
I moan as every nerve ending lights up. Ketill snaps his hips one last time, then cums, filling me up and groaning into my neck. “Holy shit, Thomas,” he grunts. “Fuck. Fuck!”
I cry out, holding his tight ass as he fills me, my own cock twitching with my need for release.
