Page 29 of The Physician's Barbarian
When I pulled my tunic off over my head, his fingers dug into my skin, dragging me back down for another kiss. Neither of us had lit the lantern on the small table, so it was too dark to see much of his expression. Instead, I listened to the sounds hemade, the feel of his skin on mine. I wasn’t afraid this time. I trusted him.
Trousers came off next, and when our naked bodies pressed together, Godr choked out a moan that made me so hard, I thought I might combust. I ground my hips against his, hissing at the sparks of pleasure as his thick cock rubbed against mine.
Godr’s kisses turned desperate as we moved against each other. He gasped into my mouth, whining when I slowed my movements. I didn’t want this to be over too soon.
“Ambrose,” he whined against my lips. “In me. Please.”
My movements faltered, and I lifted to look at him, forgetting for a moment that it was too dark to see. “What?”
“I want to feel you. Just once.”
Lust and need surged through me, but it was tinged with a little uncertainty. Rubbing against each other was one thing. Could I truly fuck him like he wanted me to? It was better than thinking he would fuck me, but still…
He noticed my hesitation and pulled back, cupping my face in his calloused hands. “You don’t have to. Whatever makes you happiest.”
Warmth swept over me at the sentiment. He always made me the priority. This time, I wanted to do something for him. I pushed away any discomfort, rolling my hips against his just once to hear him gasp before asking, “Oil?”
His breath caught, and he scrambled to grab the bottle, passing it to me in the dark. “You are sure?”
“Yes.” Then because I didn’t have the words in the barbarian language, I switched to the common tongue, knowing he wouldn’t be able to understand me but hoping the tone was enough. “I want to fuck you. I want to feel you wrapped around my cock. You are the only man I’ve ever wanted to be with. I don’t want to leave without knowing what it feels like to be with you.”
He groaned at my lust-roughened words, lifting his hips in search of friction. Rolling off him, I ignored his whining protest, dipping my fingers into the oil and reaching between his legs.
“Ah! Ambrose!” he shouted, thighs clamping on my arm to keep me there. I fought back a smirk. My knowledge of this area was all clinical, but I knew enough to know what he’d like. I slid one finger in, listening for any signs of pain or discomfort. He only groaned in response, which encouraged me to keep going. I slid another finger in with the first, waiting until his body relaxed before crooking them to rub against the front of his passage.
“Ungh!”
My cock kicked every time he made noises like that, leaking precum like a fountain. My surprise over my response to touching a man like this was buried under layers of lust and need. It took a lot of mental fortitude to keep stretching him and ignore the desperation coursing through me. I poured out more oil, adding another finger as I pressed them back inside him. He writhed and moaned, growing louder with each passing minute.
“Shh… people will hear you,” I whispered, my face burning at the thought.
He either didn’t hear me or didn’t care because the next time my fingers brushed his prostate, he cried out and started to babble, half-formed pleas spilling out of his mouth that I had no hope of understanding while he was so worked up.
Figuring I’d prepared him enough, I pulled my fingers free, spreading more oil on my cock. Maybe too much oil, because it was getting everywhere, but Godr didn’t seem to care. He scrambled onto all fours, reaching back to pull me closer like he couldn’t stand being apart from me any longer.
I thought my mind would protest once I reached this point, but it wasn’t entirely different from other sex I’d experienced. He was hot, slick with oil, and tight around my cock, makingmy eyes roll back into my head in response to the long-forgotten sensation. My breath whooshed out of me, and I moved on instinct, pulling back and pushing inside him again, deeper and deeper until I was fully sheathed inside him. Godr was still babbling, rocking like he wasn’t interested in waiting for his body to adjust. I rolled my hips, relishing the way his body tightened around mine. This wouldn’t last long. It had been too many years since I was with someone else.
Desperate to bring him with me, I snapped my hips, searching for the right angle, almost crowing in triumph when his body contorted, and he shouted in pleasure. I pounded that angle, gritting my teeth against the urge to come, feeling his body tighten around me until it became too much, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck!”
My release hit me like a sledgehammer, and my body moved of its own accord, bucking into Godr as I rode out the waves of my most powerful climax. I was beyond grateful to hear Godr’s moans as he followed me. His body tightened rhythmically around mine, dragging out my release until I thought I might pass out.
We both collapsed next to each other on the bedding, breathing hard and covered in sweat despite the cool night air outside the tent. I waited for my mind to protest what I’d done, the fact that I’d been with a man, but it never happened. I was just… happy. For one moment, I was happy where I was. Until I remembered that this was goodbye, and I’d probably never see Godr again after I left.
Another crack in my heart left me choking on air. Leaving my home, leaving my son behind, had been the hardest thing I’d ever done. I didn’t think I would survive it. Now, after finding a new place to call home, it felt like leaving again might destroy me completely, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to bear it.
Twenty
GODR
Iwoke filled with determination. It wouldn’t be easy to convince Orthorr to keep Ambrose with us, not when he was meant to go to another clan, but I had to do it. Last night had made it clear for me. I couldn’t give the man up. I had never felt more connected to someone than I had to Ambrose with his body wrapped around mine. I would rather leave the clan and join Ilvos to be with him than let him go.
Only, when I turned to explain to him my intentions, he was already gone. My breath caught in my chest, and I sat up in a rush, searching for any sign of him. He was gone. The bag he had packed with his clothes was gone, and the furs beside me were empty. It was like he’d vanished.
My heart thundered in my chest as I jumped up, jerking on legwear and boots as fast as I could. A cold wind stole my breath away as I ran out of my tent, but I had no time to double back for a tunic. It was still early. He could not have left already. He wouldn’t go without saying goodbye.
I skidded to a halt in the village center, watching in shock as two stallions left the village at a brisk pace with Ambrose behind Varr on the back of one. I thought to call out to him, but I couldn’t speak due to the tightness in my throat. I could only watch as the man I’d fallen for rode away.
