Page 24 of A Winter Redemption

Then Jarne opened his mouth. His lips wrapped around Ketho’s cock. Ketho groaned at the feeling of being engulfed in wet heat. Jarne bobbed his head up and down. At first, he just took the tip in, but each time he bobbed, he took more and more, until his lips almost touched his fist.

“Yes,” Ketho groaned, watching his cock slide between Jarne’s swollen lips. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Jarne’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked. Ketho revelled in the pleasure of Jarne’s delicious mouth.

“I won’t last. Fair warning.” Ketho gasped. “If you don’t want a mouthful of spend, pull off now.”

But Jarne didn’t. He sucked harder.

Ketho’s toes curled, and his fingers dug into Jarne’s scalp. “Jarne… Jarne… I…” He threw back his head, hips stuttering as bliss poured through him and he spent.

Jarne didn’t release him. He continued to suckle as if he didn’t want to miss a single drop of cum.

Cock overly sensitive now, Ketho pulled out and dropped to his knees. Jarne had already opened his own breeches and released his cock, stroking himself.

Ketho batted his hand away and wrapped his fingers around Jarne’s length. “Let me.”

“Close,” Jarne murmured, breath ghosting raggedly against Ketho’s cheek. “I’m so close.”

“Get up,” Ketho urged, guiding Jarne onto his feet.

Then he wrapped his mouth around Jarne’s cock. Jarne moaned. Ketho grabbed his hips, guiding him to thrust. Jarne pumped his hips.

Ketho took Jarne to the root. Jarne clutched at his hair, hips thrusting once. Twice. Thrice. Ketho held him in place, throat working Jarne’s cock.

Jarne cried out. His hips bucked before going rigid, his seed spilling into Ketho’s throat.

Ketho released him, and Jarne fell again to his knees, clutching at Ketho. They held on to each other, too exhausted to move.

Their panted breaths rose in clouds between them.

“That was incredible. You were incredible,” Ketho said. “When I invited you to the forest, I had not intended that.”

Jarne laughed, a warm, deep sound. Startled, Ketho pulled back. He’d not heard Jarne laugh before.

He gazed into Jarne’s smiling face. The expression softened his brown eyes and gentled his severe features. He appeared so different from the uptight, arrogant man.

Lovely. Jarne was lovely.

Ketho couldn’t speak for a second. Then he returned the smile.

He felt a desperate urge to make this uptight man laugh and smile many more times.

ChapterSixteen

“How long do you plan to stay in Ores?” Ketho asked Jarne.

He’d spent the night with Jarne in Mila and Rhorton’s house, in the room that had belonged to Sero years ago. He’d considered leaving yesterday evening, but he’d felt bad at the idea of leaving Jarne with so many who obviously didn’t want him around.

The small room had been used to store boxes and crates and other unused objects. It seemed they had been dusted and shoved hastily aside to make space for Jarne. An unused room for an unwelcome guest.

Heavy curtains blocked out most of the morning light, and Jarne and Ketho lay together beneath a pile of blankets and furs. The fire in the hearth had long burned out. But they remained warm in their cocoon.

“I’d planned to stay a couple of days to give Aryn time to consider if he wanted to return.” Jarne paused. “But he is happy here. I suppose I should leave,” Jarne said. But beneath the words, Ketho could hear his uncertainty.

“I suppose if you go back, you’ll have to deal with Sasha.”

“And my parents, who very much agree with Sasha and think I’m overreacting,” Jarne said, voice devoid of emotion.