Ketill pulls out of me, his spent cock shiny and wet, a satisfied grin on his face as he goes for his trousers.
“Wait, are you getting dressed?” I blurt.
Ketill laughs, pulling another sachet of lube from his pocket. He rips it open, pouring clear liquid down his fingers before reaching behind himself, groaning. My eyes nearly pop out as he fingers himself open.
Ketill looks down at me, his barrelled chest heaving and glistening, like I’m something he can’t wait to sink his teeth into.
I try to speak, but all I can do is grip his thigh, my fingers digging into the hard meat as more pre-cum spills down my cock, over my knuckles, as I watch in awe.
“Didn’t I say that you have a nice cock, Thomas?”
My mouth drops open, and I can barely think as Ketill opens himself up quickly, maybe too quickly, before he’s straddling my cock, rubbing the leftover lube on my length and looking down at me devilishly.
“And I just love a nice cock.”
Ketill lowers himself, and I nearly swallow my tongue.
Chapter Nine - Ketill
Ilower myself onto Thomas’s cock, the stretch is near painful from my half-assed prepping, but the way he grabs hold of my hips—head thrown back as a moan shivers across his wiry body—makes it all worth it.
“God, Ketill.” Thomas’s fingers dig into the meat of my ass.
I roll my hips, smirking at the way this makes him whimper.
Thomas bucks up. I groan, head dropping, sweat-wet hair falling into my eyes, as a spike of pleasure lights up my oversensitive nerves. “Fuck, this feels good.”
Thomas’s body is a wonder that my palms roam—fingers brushing through the dark coils of hair dusting across his soft stomach and up towards his more defined chest.
Our bodies wave together, Thomas releasing a strained puff of air every time he fills me. My cock is somehow semi-hard even after cumming.
“You’re so…” My palms caress the straight line of his wide shoulders, run down the muscles in his arms and back up to his chest to play with his hard nipples. “You are just fucking wonderful.”
Thomas sucks in a breath, then shoots up, capturing my mouth.
“This is okay?” he begs, our noses brushing. Voice tender and desperate, wandering stare glazed and wide. “Tell me, Ketill, please. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
My heart softens, and I loop an arm around his shoulders, my other hand cupping my balls. “You’re fucking me so well, treasure. So perfectly.”
Thomas buries his face into my neck and murmurs breathless little sweet things, his fingers creating bruises in my ass, all as we work together to lift me off his cock, then drag me back down.
Soon, we’re moving as one, Thomas controlling the speed, my semi-hard cock rubbing against his stomach as I pull him as close as possible to devour his mouth.
Moans are pushed out of me. I might’ve already cum, and I doubt I will again, but giving Thomas this, and also getting to ride his very,verynice cock, is something I couldn’t pass up for anything.
“This feels…” Thomas gasps, sweat dripping down his forehead. His scent of heated fresh water flooding over my senses. “God, Ketill. This feels!”
Something grows between us. Something more than just him having a nice cock, or the way my heart swells when I make him laugh or glare. The joy of remembering how he likes his tea, the pure relief of pulling him from the lake.
It’s something I’d die to protect and live to cherish.
“I know,” I groan. I want Thomas closer than anyone has ever been.
Thomas speeds up, the sound of our lube and sweat slicked bodies slapping together, our rushed breathing melding with the storm outside.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he cries out.
“Me neither,” I moan, dropping my head into the crook of his neck, my tongue licking the salt from his delicious body. “Me neither. Fuck, Thomas.”
