Page 29 of The Barbarian's Claim
If I wasn’t so delirious with pleasure, I’d have given him an incredulous look. There was never a time when he was touching me that I wished for him to stop. I thrust lightly into his grip, biting back a frustrated moan when his hand loosened even more.
“Focus, Matthew. I need to get clean as well.”
I hadn’t realized until now just how evil Einar was. Especially when I started running the soap over his body, and he rewarded me by beginning his stroking all over again. It was a tease, not enough to get me off, but enough to leave me desperate and needy in his lap. Whenever my hands stilled or I became too focused on his touch, he stopped, waiting for me to continue washing him before he started again.
I couldn’t reach everything with the way we sat, but he didn’t seem to mind that part. He kept me close, his erection rubbing against my inner thigh, making me ache in a different way as I remembered the way he felt when he was inside me. Would it be wrong to take it for myself? His teasing was driving me crazy. I wanted more.
“Mm… I missed a spot,” he said after I finished rinsing the soap from his hair. I wasn’t sure what he meant until his finger circled my hole, causing me to arch and whimper against him. But he didn’t linger. He cleaned me, then stood, hauling me with him to our feet. I was confused as he pulled me out of the water, using a cloth to dry me. My cock still ached between my legs, and my skin tingled from his touch. Did he truly intend to end it here?
Confusion gave way to annoyance as we dressed and headed back to his tent. It was wrong of him to get me all riled up when he had no intention of doing something about it. I wanted more, but I didn’t feel like I had the voice to tell him that.
Nudging me into the tent, Einar set to work cleaning up after our meal, leaving me to light the lantern inside the tent and wait for him. What should have been a few moments took him longer than usual, and I grew more frustrated as time dragged on. I wanted him to come back and explain things to me. To finish what he started. Why wasn’t he coming back?
Out of patience, I stormed out of the tent, coming up short when I bumped into Einar on his way in. He raised an eyebrow at me, forcing me to step back to allow him entrance. I held my breath, hoping this was when he’d finally pull me into his arms again, but he only tugged off his boots and tunic, setting them aside before climbing into bed.
Clenching my hands into fists, I glared at him. Was he truly going to sleep after all that?
Nineteen
EINAR
Icould feel Matthew’s frustration. I knew he wanted more from me. I realized one of his issues was that he didn’t feel confident enough to tell me what he needed. I intended to change that. He trusted me, he told me so before, so he would eventually speak his mind. That, or we would both go to sleep unsatisfied. The choice was up to him.
Lacing my fingers behind my head, I gave him a lazy look. “Will you stand there all night?”
His eyes widened in anger, and I saw his fight to stay his tongue. If he shouted at me, that was fine too. As long as he told me in one way or another what he needed.
“I-I–” He let out a frustrated growl, stomping over to the bed and yanking off his boots. He tossed them aside, but he had to crawl over me to get to his side of the bed. He looked as though he was considering sleeping elsewhere, but eventually caved and attempted to move past me without touching me.
Catching him around the waist, I tugged him against me. His breath caught, and I could see in his face that he wanted me topull him beneath me. Instead, I rolled to settle him beside me and patted his hip.
“Rest well.”
A noise, sounding like a strangled squeak, escaped him as I turned over to douse the lantern. I had no time to touch it before he grabbed my arm, tugging on it to get me to look at him. When I glanced at him, his glare was impressive. He scrambled out of the spot I’d laid him in, moving to sit on my stomach so he had the upper hand.
“W-why d-did you d-d-do that?” he demanded.
“Do what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“Y-y-you know what!” he snapped.
I chose not to reply, raising an eyebrow at him. His face flushed with anger, and his fingers dug into me with his displeasure. It was a little fascinating, watching the normally quiet and sweet man lose his temper.
He seemed a little lost for words, his eyes darting around like he was searching for the right thing to say. To help him, I asked, “What do you need, Matthew?”
His eyes snapped back to mine. He clearly remembered the last time I asked him that question. He had shown me then with his body what he wanted from me. This time, he would need to use his words.
His breath quickened, and I saw him war with himself for a moment before his chin came up. “I-I n-need you to f-f-fuck me.”
His words shocked me into stillness. I expected him to ask for intimacy, but I never thought he would be so crude about it. It set me off, like a spark to kindling, lighting me on fire. I yanked him against me, twisting to put him underneath me as I attacked his clothing. He was too thin to sleep without clothing, which frustrated me, and I heard seams pop as I yanked them off of him. Matthew panted as he helped me by lifting his hips, wriggling free of his trousers.
When he was finally naked beneath me, I planted kisses down his torso, teasing his nipples, and down his belly until I reached his cock. When I sucked his tip into my mouth, he arched his back, moaning loud enough that he would probably be overheard by those nearest to us. It was late enough that most were probably sleeping, but I didn’t care. I would not silence Matthew. His noises were like music to my ears.
Thankfully, I’d thought to pull out oil earlier in case we needed it. I snatched it up while keeping Matthew distracted, slicking up my fingers, grinning to myself as his body contorted when my fingers pressed inside him. He was young, inexperienced, and it didn’t take long before he was trembling with the need to come. Little spurts of salty liquid teased my tongue, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more. I used it to my advantage, hollowing my cheeks as I pushed a third finger inside him. That one always made him a little uncomfortable until he relaxed, so the distraction was necessary.
He came with a cry, spilling down my throat, and I swallowed every drop hungrily. The more I had of him, the more I wanted. Knowing I was the only one to bring him pleasure soothed a part of me that wanted to growl at anyone who looked his direction.
Letting his cock slip from my lips, I sat up, giving Matthew a moment to catch his breath as I slicked my cock with oil. He looked debauched beneath me, his hair tousled and his breathing uneven. Grabbing his hips, I moved to put him on his hands and knees, but he stopped me with a hand on my chest, his brows furrowed slightly.
