Page 23 of The Barbarian's Claim
“Hands on the wall, Matthew,” he growled again.
I had to bend over to reach it, which might have been his goal. The position exposed me to him, and I gasped as he dragged his finger along my crease and over my hole.
His warmth left me, and I glanced over my shoulder to look at him, but he stayed just out of sight. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, and I wasn’t willing to disobey by straightening again tofind out. I heard the rustle of clothes, the clatter of wood as he added more to the fire, making it crackle and hiss. I squirmed where I stood, my cock throbbing between my legs. I wasn’t even sure I’d like it, but it didn’t make me want him any less.
His roughened hand slid down my spine, making me shiver. “Good boy,” he crooned.
My eyes squeezed shut on the praise, my whole being lighting up. I hadn’t known I needed to hear that until he spoke the words. When was the last time someone praised me?
I wished beyond anything that I could see what Einar was doing, to better prepare myself for what was coming. I felt the air shift as he moved, felt his hands on my ass as he squeezed the globes. Just the simple touch lit me on fire, so I wasn’t prepared for the slick wetness against my entrance.
At first, I wasn’t sure what it was. I’d never felt anything like it before. All I knew was that it felt amazing, and I didn’t want him to stop. It wasn’t until I felt his breath that I realized what he was doing.
“E-Einar!”
He licked my hole, laving the flat of his tongue against it before tracing the rim with the tip of his tongue. Sensations I didn’t know existed coursed through me with each touch, and if I had more leverage, I would have thrust back against him. Bent in half as I was, I could only wiggle and moan, begging for more.
“P-plea—” My ‘please’ was cut off when his tongue breached me. I cried out in surprise, lifting onto my toes automatically. He fucked me with it, the slick member teasing in and out in a mimicry of what he intended to do afterward. At least, I hoped that was what he planned. If just his tongue could feel so good, I was more than curious about his cock.
I wasn’t sure how long he kept me there, his face buried against my ass. Long enough for my cock to start leaking with need and my muscles to tighten until they shook. I felt closeto that same amazing feeling Einar had pulled from me while stroking me in the bedroll. It wouldn’t be much longer until I found my release.
He pulled away, and I let out a wordless protest in response. I did not wish for him to stop.
A thick digit pressed inside me, stealing my breath away. There wasn’t any pain like I expected, only pleasure as he pushed until the second knuckle. He sawed it in and out a few times before adding another. That time had a bit of a bite, just a pinch, but it eased after a few drags of his finger, and I moaned when his tongue licked around his fingers at the same time.
There was a familiar feeling of fullness without the ache and burn I remembered. Einar was in no hurry to get his cock inside me. He added a third finger, going slow to give my body time to adjust, and just when I worried it was too much to bear, his fingers slid along the front of my passage, and an explosion of pleasure slammed into me, sending me careening over the edge with a cry.
Fifteen
EINAR
Without oil to ease the way, I was intent on taking things slow with Matthew. I did not wish to hurt him. It was hard to focus on that when he made so much noise in his pleasure. My cock twitched as he moaned, leaking a heavy amount of precum in my eagerness to get inside him. Still, I did not rush, taking care to use as much spit as possible to ease the way. I was considering just using my fingers and tongue to get him off, too worried about hurting him to consider more, when I felt his thighs tense. That was when the idea came to me to use his release as lubricant. It was better than nothing.
Twisting my fingers, I brushed the spot known as the key to pleasure, barely catching his release in my palm when he came only a moment later. His body shook with it, his ass tightening rhythmically around my fingers. It took all my self-control not to immediately shove inside him.
“I’m s-sorry,” he slurred, pink adorning his cheeks with his embarrassment as he looked at me over his shoulder.
I huffed a small laugh, shaking my head. “You are young. You can go again.”
Surprise lit up his face, but I gave him no room to argue. I used his release to slick up my cock while dragging my fingers in and out of him again, stretching him to take me. His body contorted in pleasure, his moans filling the cave again. I had no doubt someone as young as him could come more than once a night. It was me who had the limitation.
He was beginning to harden again when I pulled my fingers free. He looked at me over his shoulder, his eyes lust fogged and heavy lidded. It was good that he was so delirious with sex. It meant he didn’t tense when I pushed the head of my cock inside him.
Watching Matthew’s mouth fall open, his back arching as I pushed steadily inside, nearly brought me to completion. He was so expressive, his pleasure written all over his face. And while he was quiet most of the time, he was not silent in his pleasure. His moans were loud and open, telling me how much he enjoyed it without words. I wanted more of it, wanted to make him sing with pleasure, until he couldn’t take anymore and his body clamped down on my cock with his release.
My control slipped just thinking of it, and I thrust my hips forward slightly, burying the last few inches of my cock inside him. I tensed, worried I’d hurt Matthew in my haste, but he only moaned again, his knees going weak. Worried he wouldn’t be able to support himself, I slid one arm around his chest, urging him up and forward so he could be closer to the wall of the cave to find better purchase. He used it, resting his forearms against it while he pushed his hips back against mine.
I couldn’t resist rocking inside him, testing the waters. I listened to Matthew’s moans, watched the way his body moved. He showed no signs of pain or discomfort. Only pleasure.
Encouraged by this, I thrust a little harder, drawing a cry from him. The noise set me off, and I lost control, ramming into him roughly to the sounds of his pleasure. Bolts of ecstasy, like lightning, shot up my spine, making my toes curl. He was so tight, so hot around my cock, that I wanted to come too soon. I usually lasted a lot longer than this. I refused to let go until he came again.
Reaching around his hips, I took Matthew’s cock in hand, careful not to stroke too rough. He was probably still sensitive from the first release. I started slow and light, just a tease, until he was thrusting into my hand before pushing back to meet my cock pounding into him. He wailed in ecstasy, the noise sending shivers up my spine, and I felt it when his body tightened. He was close again.
“That’s it. Sing for me, zoragar.”
His voice rose in pitch, the pleasure too much to bear. When he came, his body clamped down on my cock, sending me over the edge with a roar that probably scared the creatures of the forest far away from our little cave. Good. I wouldn’t let any of them get close to Matthew. He was mine.
Matthew’s legs went out from under him, only my arm around his chest keeping him from sinking to the ground. The movement caused my cock to slip free, and I didn’t miss the wince that flashed across his face when he leaned back against my chest. Worry swept through me, and I picked him up immediately, carrying him to the bedroll and closer to the fire to check on him.
