Page 36 of A Winter Awakening

“Orteo. Orteo,” he pleaded. “Now your cock.” He didn’t want to wait anymore. He didn’t want fingers. He wanted Orteo. “Now your cock!”

Orteo’s fingers slid free. Gael sagged against the fur. Orteo moved forward, positioning himself between Gael’s legs. Gael felt Orteo’s cock nudge his entrance. Orteo kissed him.

Then he pressed forward, steadily and slowly. Gael cried out, breaking the kiss.

Sweet Mountain Mother! It burns!

He gazed up into Orteo’s eyes, so close as Orteo filled him with his cock, inch by inch, sliding slowly inward.

Orteo’s dick stretched him and filled him to the point of pain. But Gael wanted it. He wanted it so much. Orteo’s cock seemed to go on forever. He couldn’t believe that Orteo kept moving forward, kept sliding into him.

Finally, Orteo stopped. The oread groaned and panted, lying on top of him. “You’re so tight. So tight and perfect around my dick.”

Gael’s cock lay trapped between them, pressed against the flat of Orteo’s stomach. Gael held completely still, trying to get used to the feeling of being so full. He whimpered, consumed by the intensity of the sensation. He hooked his uninjured foot around Orteo’s leg, pressing them even tighter together. He couldn’t get close enough to Orteo.

For several moments, Orteo didn’t move, just lay buried inside Gael, their bodies locked together.

“Please,” Gael whispered, not knowing what he begged for. “Please.”

But Orteo seemed to know. He always knew. Orteo rocked forward. His cock withdrew slightly and then slid back in.

“You have no idea how I wanted to take you here that night I washed you.” Orteo panted. “I was so hard. I went outside and stroked myself, thinking of fucking you.” He groaned. “And now I have you. Now your body is mine.”

Orteo’s stomach provided delicious friction, rubbing insistently against the length of Gael’s dick as he buggered Gael. Gael clung to Orteo. He threw his head back as he cried out.

Groaning, Orteo increased his thrusts. He hit that spot repeatedly inside Gael, making his toes curl. Orteo panted against his cheek. Orteo sped up, hands gripping Gael’s hips.

“It’s never been like this,” Orteo whispered.

Gael couldn’t take much more. He felt lost and overwhelmed, surrounded by pleasure and Orteo. Sensations rose and fell inside him but were always building and building. His cock ached as it rubbed insistently against Orteo’s abs. His fingers dug into Orteo’s back.

Orteo shoved into him now. He growled as he moved. And he kept hitting that spot.

“Orteo.” Gael’s vision blurred. His skin tingled. His mouth fell open. From the tips of his toes, his body tensed. His orgasm tore through him in waves. “Orteo!” he screamed.

Above him, Orteo convulsed. His hands tightened on Gael’s skin to the point where it would leave bruises. He thrust deep inside Gael and groaned. Warm seed filled Gael.

Orteo collapsed on top of him.

Neither moved. Gael stared at the ceiling, holding Orteo against him. Gael smiled.

After a moment, Orteo withdrew. Gael jerked at the feel of Orteo’s cock sliding from his hole. Orteo leaned over him and cupped his cheek. He laughed.

“What?” Gael asked.

“You look very sated.”

“I am,” Gael murmured.

Orteo kissed him. Then he got off Gael and walked around the room. Gael didn’t move. He just watched Orteo. The oread returned with a cloth and cleaned Gael. When he wiped between Gael’s legs, Gael grimaced.

“Sore?”

“A little,” Gael said. But he grinned.

Orteo chuckled. “Let’s get you to bed.”

But Gael didn’t want to move. He felt comfortable and content lying here. Then Orteo knelt and lifted him into his arms.