Authors: Annette Gisby
Haunted (10 page)
"Wait," Aedyn said, toppling Kestan over so that he was
underneath Aedyn. Aedyn was sitting astride him, his hips on either
side of Kestan'ss legs, their cocks pressed against each other.
"You want to top?" Kestan asked with a grin, widening his
legs.
Aedyn thought he might want to one day, but that wasn't what he had
in mind now. "Not quite, but I want to be on top." He
leaned down to kiss Kestan. "I want to ride you."
Kestan flushed with arousal, his eyes darkening even further as he
grabbed hold of Aedyn's hips, pressing him firmly against his cock.
"Yes, gods, yes!"
Aedyn handed Kestan the oil and grinned. "Prepare me."
"You're a very pushy bottom, you know," said Kestan, but
there was no censure in his voice, just warmth and affection.
"You love it," Aedyn accused.
"I love you, all of you," replied Kestan as he dipped his
fingers in the oil and reached behind Aedyn.
Aedyn lifted himself up on his knees so that Kestan could reach him
more easily. He gasped when the first finger breached him; the oil
had been cold but it soon warmed up. It wasn't long before Kestan
added two fingers, then three and Aedyn was impaling himself up and
down on those same fingers. The angle was different and as Kestan
crooked his fingers just so, Aedyn cried out in ecstasy, thinking at
first that he'd come unexpectedly, but no, he was still hard and
aching.
"Oh gods, what was that?" Aedyn had never felt anything
like it and he wriggled his hips trying to get it to happen again.
"Something Dame Nera didn't tell you?" Kestan asked with a
smirk.
"Why didn't that happen before?"
"I think we needed to get the angle just right. Just imagine how
it will feel with my cock touching it."
"OH! OH!" Aedyn groaned at that thought and ground himself
on Kestan's fingers. He couldn't wait any more. "In me, please,
Kestan! I want you in me!"
"See? Very pushy," said Kestan, pulling him down for a kiss
as he removed his fingers.
Aedyn fumbled between them, aiming Kestan'ss cock at his entrance and
sliding down onto it. He took his time, being able to control the
depth was amazing and he kept going, despite a bit of a burning
stretch at first, until Kestan was fully sheathed inside him. Kestan
was looking at him again with that hungry look that Aedyn couldn't
get enough of.
"You feel amazing, Aedyn. So tight around me."
Aedyn could hardly speak; the pleasure was just so intense. Neither
of them had moved much yet and Aedyn was sure that if he just stayed
here, with Kestan'ss cock embedded in him, he could come just from
this, from the fullness he could feel inside him. He twitched his
buttocks and gasped at the intensity of the fullness.
"Move for me, Aedyn. Ride me."
Kestan encouraged him by taking hold of Aedyn's hips and rocking him.
Oh gods, Aedyn wouldn't have believed he could feel even better. His
cock was throbbing, rubbing between them as Aedyn leaned forward and
pressed his upper body flush with Kestan'ss.
Kestan hit that strange spot again and Aedyn speeded up his thrusts.
He was wild with passion; sweat dripping down him as he bucked and
jerked his hips faster and faster wanting release so badly. His balls
felt so full and heavy, filled to the brim with seed that just wanted
to be spilled. He was close, so close. "Kestan!"
"Touch your cock, Aedyn. I want to see you come."
Aedyn didn't need telling twice. He lifted himself up again, then
reached down and tugged at his aching prick, one tug, two, and then
he was spilling himself over his hands; pulse after pulse as Kestan
touched that magic spot inside him again and again. It was as if his
whole body was coming. His insides clenched as the climax overtook
him and his belly fluttered as if he'd fallen down a flight of
stairs.
"Oh gods! Oh gods!" Aedyn's head was spinning; he had to
put both arms on the headboard to stop himself from falling over.
Even before the last pulse had left his cock and dribbled onto
Kestan'ss chest; Aedyn felt himself filled with wet warmth as Kestan
found his own release inside him, his hands gripping even tighter on
Aedyn's hips.
Aedyn leaned over to kiss him, his cock and arse still twitching with
little aftershocks. His body suddenly gave way; he collapsed on top
of Kestan in an undignified heap. Kestan gently pulled him up and off
his cock; Aedyn felt strangely empty after he did so. "We have
to try that again," he said.
"Indeed, but not right now. We have a coach to catch."
*
Aedyn had been very subdued both as they breakfasted and then the
carriage ride back to what had once been Grunhall Abbey. Kestan could
hardly blame him. He didn't want to remember too much about that
awful house either. It was the first time they had been back since
Aedyn's escape. The staff had stayed on, per Aedyn's request, but the
house had been sold now and the new owners didn't want the older
staff. Aedyn was determined to find them all places and had felt it
would be better if he told them all himself, rather than just rely on
a letter or a messenger. Kestan thought he'd never met a braver man
than Aedyn in his life. If the things that had happened to Aedyn had
happened to him, Kestan wasn't so sure that he would have wanted to
go back at all.
As the carriage pulled up to the front of the house, Kestan saw again
the bell tower that had been Aedyn's prison for so many years.
"Aedyn, how did you survive it? Out in the cold all that time?"
For the top floor where Aedyn had been held was open to the elements.
How had Aedyn survived that?
"I wasn't on the top floor all the time, Kestan. Most of the
time he tied me up and left me on one of the lower levels. At night a
boy used to come in and untie me and bring me blankets. He took them
away again before Grunhall came back in the morning."
"A boy? What boy?"
"I don't remember his name, but he had a stutter sometimes."
"Oh, that must have been Ordgar. He’s the gardener's boy.
He said you used to be friends when you'd lived here before."
So Ordgar had known about Aedyn's incarceration all along; he'd
certainly kept that quiet! At least he had done something to help.
Kestan got out of the carriage and helped Aedyn down the step.
Mistress. Merlia, Ordgar the Elder and Garom were all lined up by the
front steps. The men bowed and Mistress Merlia bobbed a curtsey in
Aedyn's direction.
"Is your son not here, Ordgar?" asked Kestan.
"My son? What do you know about my son?" demanded Ordgar
"It's just that Aedyn has arranged a place for you and your son
as gardeners for the Earl Chadron's estate."
"If that is a joke, Master Kestan, it is in very poor taste,"
said Mistress Merlia.
"I'm sorry, we meant no offence," said Aedyn. "I also
wanted to thank Ordgar for helping me."
"Ordgar can't have helped you," said Ordgar the Elder. "He
died when he was fifteen."
THE END
About the Author:
Annette Gisby grew up in a small town in Northern Ireland, moving to
London when she was seventeen. Being a very small town there were no
bookshops and a small library. When she'd devoured every book she
could get her hands on in the library, she started writing her own
stories so she would always have something to read later.
When not writing she enjoys reading, cinema, theatre, walks along
deserted beaches or wandering around ruined castles (great places for
inspiration!) New Zealand is her favourite place and she hopes to
travel back there one day. She's a fan of Japanese Manga and Anime
and one day hopes to learn Japanese.
She currently lives in Hampshire with her husband, a collection of
porcelain dolls and stuffed penguins and enough books to fill a small
library. It's diminishing gradually since the discovery of ebooks but
still has a long way to go.
You can write to her at
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