Page 46 of Sin Deep
“So good. I want more.” He needed more. Fuck, he needed everything.
“So much more.” Winter’s cock pressed against him, heavy and thick; the gentle pressure was almost maddening. “If anything doesn’t feel good, petit, you tell me.” Winter spoke softly but his breath was coming in soft pants. “I want you to feel good.”
“Me too. I want us to feel good.” He swallowed hard, like that was going to make room inside him.
“Mm. Yes.” The pressure grew and his body began to stretch to accommodate Winter. “We will. Patience, petit, and breathe.”
He inhaled deep, then blew the breath out in a long, slow motion. The burn slowly moved into something softer, something that he could breathe into.
Winter groaned—the sound was soft but strained. There was something so hot about Winter’s careful control and watching little bits of it crack because of him.
He couldn’t stop moving, shifting, sliding on Winter’s cock and taking more and more.
It wasn’t long before they were rocking together, Winter taking him in long, slow strokes and staring into his eyes.
Winter was inside him. Deep and heavy and heady—inside him, and it was so much bigger than anything he had ever felt before.
“So tight, Harley. So beautiful.” Winter was flushed from his chest to his ears and seemed younger and stronger somehow. “My boy.”
“Uh-huh.” His toes curled and he let a deep, near desperate sound out.
“You want more, petit? I have more for you. Are you ready?”
“Ready. God, lover. Ready.” He didn’t know what he was ready for, but it didn’t matter.
“Fuck yes.” Winter pushed one of his knees up, opening him even more and as Winter’s thrusts got faster, harder, that cock sank deeper inside and scraped against that spot that made him see lightning before.
Harley’s head slammed back against the pillows, his hips snapping in a sudden, impossible rhythm.
His ears filled with their sounds—heavy pants and low moans, Winter’s hot curses and his soft cries. Suddenly, Winter’s hand was on his cock, working it with every thrust through a hot fist.
“Yes!” He’d never made such wild noises in his entire life. Ever.
Winter didn’t seem bothered by them and wasn’t shy about his own sounds either. Even their bodies made noise, skin slapping together as they moved. It was filthy and sexual and the hottest thing on earth.
“Harley.” Winter’s voice was rough, raspy. “Fly for me, little bird.” Winter’s thumb dove through his slit, and his cock hit him just right, deep inside, over and over.
Harley shot, and for a wild second it was like he’d left his body, like his world had shorted out and all that was left was Winter.
Winter groaned, hips moving fast for a bit, rocking both him and the bed. He felt Winter come, felt that cock swell and pump inside him, felt a whoosh of air as Winter exhaled heavily, and all of that wild energy evaporated, leaving them both panting.
“W-wow.” He closed his eyes, the world spinning.
Winter didn’t seem to have words either, he got a nod and Winter slid to one side of him. “Petit.”
All he could do was nod and whimper. That had been amazing.
Winter moved away so quietly he didn’t even notice until he got back into bed and slid a warm cloth over his belly. “So beautiful, my Harley.”
“Mmm…happy birthday. Happy birthday.”
“Ecstatic birthday. Jubilant birthday. You are… I feel so good, petit. So…cared for. Thank you.” Winter kissed him gently. “Thank you.”
“You’re more than welcome.” Harley winked over, rubbed their noses together. “And we have two more days.”
Winter chuckled, sounding relaxed, muzzy. “Thank goodness, because we have so much cake!”
“Mmhmm. Strawberries are fruit. Fruit is healthy.”
