Page 48 of Cold Winter Nights

“I’ve been getting ready for you.” Royal moaned. “For days, I’ve been getting ready.”

Royal pushed his ass back and ground into Stone in a way that gave him no choice. The thought of him prepping himself, wanting to take his cock was too much.

Stone worked his way down Royal’s body, licking and nipping at the ridges of his spine until he reached the crest of his ass.

Every part of Royal was smooth and delicate. He licked over his supple mounds before he spread him open and dragged his tongue from his balls to the top of his ass, then back down.

Royal had his face buried in the comforter but his cries of pleasure filled the room.

Stone ignored his aching cock and took his time, laving at Royal’s hole before he began easing his tongue inside. He tasted like a ripened berry and the deeper he went the more Royal cried his name.

“I knew you’d taste as good as you feel, baby.”

He kept his tongue on him as he pushed one finger inside and stroked Royal’s cock at the same time.

Slowly, his hole relaxed around his fingers before he added another, and another. Royal never let out a grunt or hinted he was in pain, only moans of bliss and words of nonsense that Stone knew meant he wanted more.

“I know baby,” Stone whispered.

He continued to fuck him with his fingers until Royal was squirming on his sheets. Stone reached into his nightstand and grabbed an almost full bottle of lube and squeezed some onto two fingers.

Royal hummed all soft and sexy as Stone pushed it inside him.

“I want you, Bo.”

“You already have all of me,” he said as he covered Royal’s taut body, and pressed his hardness to his hole.

His gentle stroking became more urgent as he massaged Royal’s supple ass cheeks, spreading him open, ready to be inside his heat.

“Make love to me, Bo.”

Stone positioned himself and eased inside, meeting no resistance. He pushed in, and out, then back in, inching a little further each time until it felt too good and he sank all the way inside.

Royal went pliant beneath him as if he’d been given a sedative. His breathing was even and calm, making Stone slow his movements. Royal’s body was his, and he was home, he didn’t need to rush.

“Tell me I feel good, please.” Royal’s voice trembled when he begged.

Royal was warm silk inside. His narrow walls closed in on him, pulsing and massaging him, sucking him back in any time he pulled out.

“Fuck baby.”

Royal’s hips moved in rhythm with him.

Stone pressed his lips to Royal’s cheek and licked his way into his mouth. “Feel how much I love you.”

“Show me,” Royal whined. “Deeper, Bo?”

Stone growled, as he ground his pelvis against Royal’s ass, pegging his prostrate until he shook and came apart.

“I’m coming,” Royal groaned, fisting the sheets, his body going rigid.

Stone struggled not to squeeze his eyes shut as he braced both palms on the bed and rose high enough to watch his wet cock gliding in and out of Royal’s body, hypnotized by their connection.

He hadn’t been inside another man in over eight years and the feelings coursing through him were a whirlwind of need, passion, and longing, each emotion bashing into the next with no way to restrain them.

He gripped Royal’s hip and lost all reason as he chased his own pleasure.

He couldn’t think, couldn’t confess, couldn’t control his movements as his dick pulsed harder, and Royal’s body called to him. Seconds later, Stone was spilling inside him.

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