Winters Woe Ch. 07

Chapter 7

Melting Snow

[Bjarke]

When our lips touched I felt something in me snap. There was no more holding it in, and I took a hold of Derrick without restraint. Underneath his shirt my hands explored his bare back--his skin reacting strongly to my touch. The tips of my fingers slid up from the small of his back, all the way to the middle ravine, where prominent muscles were located. Grunts--that I eventually recognized as moans--came from Derrick in excess. Seems I had found a weak spot on the first go.

Our lips only parted for moments, just long enough to take in a breath. We were hungry--or something inside of us was, and we both intended to feed it.

Once his shirt was off I got a good look at him. This was the first time I had allowed myself to really see him, to see just how attractive he was. Even with a leaner build--especially compared to me--he was a beast. I grabbed one of his arms and trailed kisses all down it, giving extra attention to his bicep. At the end of my excursion our lips again met, with my tongue slowly--and gently, exploring inside. While I was taking charge, I was in no way leading, as Derrick had for a minute or two been aggressively exploring around my crotch. His pushback with those plump lips of his ignited a beastly fire inside, and I wasn't backing down. We tugged back-and-forth, vying for dominance--and while the balance was sexy, there was no way I was giving in.

When I rose to my feet Derrick followed me. My left hand wrapped around his waist, while my right targeted his ass. His bare cheeks were plump, smooth, but not as hairy as I had imagined. The curve on them was magnificent! I couldn't believe how perfect they were, and that disbelief drew me in deeper.

"Wait," Derrick exclaimed, my fingers only centimeters inside his crack. "I doubt I'm one-hundred percent clean down there. Let me go shower real quick." While I was impatient, I also recognized that it needed to be done.

Separating us was a long and sloppy kiss before Derrick threw on a coat and rushed to the shed. Standing alone, hard as a rock, left me feeling a little silly, but also incredibly giddy. There was genuine excitement for what was to come, and I could not be more eager to sink my teeth back into Derrick--the hunk of a man he was.

During the down time I collected some supplies--namely a jar of Aloe Vera, alongside some bottles I filled with water. I was coming back down the stairs after having finished setting things up when Derrick walked in. There was no room for talking since I immediately grabbed him as quick as I could, ripped off his coat and shirt to get us back to where we were, and began sucking on that lustful mouth of his. He was completely swept away in me, as I was in him.

Both my hands went right back down his pants, slipping in-between his cheeks, and feeling around just above his anus. While it may have been a decade, I'd forgotten very little about how to please someone, especially someone I was this excited to devour. Each nibble or trace of my fingers was done with purpose--each moan a delicious reward for my efforts. Derrick let out a heavy breath when I sunk my teeth into his shoulder; hard enough for him to feel it, but not enough to hurt him.

Noticing his hand inside my pants, fishing around desperately for my dick, sent me overboard. Each throb of my cock acted as a timer, ticking down to when foreplay would be over. Or, more accurately, when I'd be unable to restrain myself.

"Whoa!" Derrick exclaimed as I lifted him up by his thighs.

His legs instinctually wrapped tightly around my waist, my hands rested under his ass to hold him up.

We kissed while I carefully carried him up the stairs to the loft. At the top I laid him on the bed, holding myself back just long enough to remove the rest of my clothes. Derrick did the same, revealing the red hair that was prominent over most of his body. Those blue eyes of his pulled me to the bed, our gaze locked while I kissed a trail from his belly, up to his lips.

A firm hand was placed on my chest, instructing me to lie on my back. I did as told and watched with eager anticipation as Derrick journeyed down my body. He stopped for a second before taking a hold of my dick, his eyes looking intensely at it. Inside his mouth was so moist that there was a wet sound when he parted his lips; it was so wet in fact that a little bit of drool fell from the corner of his lower lip. He was literally salivating ... gosh damn that's hot!

The drool that had attempted an escape was sucked up before that wet mouth went for the gold. By the way he licked I'd figured Derrick was enjoying a lollipop; and when he sucked on the length, his eyes--so alluring--made me want to kiss him.

I was never one to throw my head back in pleasure as I very much adored watching my dick get sucked. This was even more true when it was getting sucked by someone who was actively eager to do the deed. Derrick was such a person, as he savored every moment.

Bobbing up and down like a beast, Derrick worked me with fervor! I growled, I howled, I was feeling lost in pleasure! It would be a criminal offense to undersell how amazing this blowjob was. My cock wasn't the only thing getting attention though, as the sack below received a massage by trained hands. A blessing it was, but also a curse, as I was dangerously close to blowing my top.

"Ease up down there!" I warned, but Derrick ignored me.

I knew what he wanted and so I gave it to him, mostly because there was now no stopping it! The load was ushered in by my heavy moaning, the velocity so strong that I truly felt like I was being drained. Seeing Derrick's throat contract as he swallowed sent me over the moon!

The moment my balls were empty and the cum had stopped flowing he drew in a deep breath before looking up and shooting me a grin. The cheeky bastard wanted more and he was going to get it! With my arms tucked under his armpits I pulled him up to me, planting a long kiss onto him. There was a distinct flavor of... well, me, on the inside of his mouth. I didn't hate the taste.

I had my fingers sliding down Derrick's crack, pressing in infrequently, teasing him into insanity. He kept backing his hips into my teasing digits, nonverbally crying out for more. Derrick was going to get everything he wanted, but first I flipped him over on his back and took him into my mouth for a time--tasting the constant flow of pre that oozed out. His dick was a pretty good size--somewhere in the six, seven inch ranch--but my muscle memory had kicked in, making deepthroating easy.

Before he could burst I flipped him over yet again so his ass was raised straight into the air. Nibbling on those plump cheeks sent shivers down his spine, and the feeling of my tongue lapping at his hole shot him to cloud nine. Every way in which he squirmed told me that he was wrapped in bliss.

With Aloe Vera in hand I put a tiny bit on his arm. "What are you doing?" Derrick asked.

"Just checking to see if your skin has a reaction to it. Leave it on for a minute while I keep prepping your hole." My tongue licked every inch of his ass in the interim. "Okay, no reaction, good." I wiped the Aloe Vera off, poured more onto my hand, and lathered the glob around Derrick's hole. "You ready?" I asked.

"Go a-ahead." There was a shiver overtop his words.

Resistance was minimal when applying pressure, my finger sliding right in as if it was meant to be there. Derrick looked relaxed and composed. Everything was going smoothly as my finger twisted, prodding around inside. Derrick's response to me finding his prostate was a bunch of slurs that increased in severity as I tortured him was immense pleasure.

With his sweet spot at my mercy nothing was held back. It was adorable watching him squirm as I rubbed over that hard lump which made the greatest noises escape him. He squealed when I put in a second finger--a priceless reaction. My erection jumped in anticipation.

The third finger was when things got serious. My hips autonomously bucked into the bed like a wild animal. Autopilot activated all on its own and my mind grew hazy; Derrick was looking offensively fuckable. He was practically begging to be destroyed--my dick writhing in acknowledgement, its patience long withered. There was only one thing left to do.

Legs overtop him. Hips aimed perfectly. My breath ragged. Derrick laid helplessly below me, like an offering from a village to a feared beast.

"I'm going in. If it hurts too much, let me know."

With that heads up out of the way I pushed forward, placing my member up against his eager hole. There was more resistance than what I had experienced with my finger, but after some time the head popped in. Watching carefully, I saw Derrick's fingers fiercely grip a pillow, my hips stopping as a result. The pause was brief before continuing on.

The deeper I delved the warmer it got. Any prior resistance had faded and my cock slid down the rest of the way with relative ease. When I bottomed out I put my entire weight onto Derrick, wrapping my hands underneath him, hugging his form with gentle dominance. Thrust after thrust drilled me what seemed deeper still, my lust consuming me ever more. Even trying to let go of him was hard since all I wanted was to stay in that caring warmth.

Each time my cock slid over that pleasurable lump Derrick would jerk, moan, whine, and buck. I tried getting a kiss out of him, but doggystyle didn't facilitate that well.

With my dick removed and Derrick now on his back, I inserted back into him, this time the entire length at once. My lips caught his moan, instead depositing it into my mouth. The heat from his nose as he desperately breathed turned me on even more than I already was, and not once did he attempt to break our kiss.

Thrust after thrust after thrust, onward and onward, we didn't stop. The bedsheets around us were becoming soaked by our sweaty bodies, and Derrick's hole became more accustomed to my size with each pounding. It felt like my cock was now imprinted on him; no other dick would ever fit so well.

"I'm getting close," The pressure was building in my balls. "Do you want me to come inside or..."

"Inside!" Derrick's words were desperate.

No cumshot compared to this one, and even though I couldn't see it, I knew the inside of his ass was now a complete mess. I was curious as to how Derrick felt feeling my cum fill him up ... maybe I should let him fuck me sometime?

We both took a minute to breathe. While doing so we cuddled, his legs wrapped around me assuring that every drop ended up inside him, (As if I would have pulled out early anyway). We kissed gently during the cooldown period, taking in each others' warmth.

There was a wet feeling between us. Watery as it was I figured he had pissed himself or something, only it turned out to be his own sperm, now meshed together by our abdomens. He came with only my length inside him, knowledge that returned my cock to a rock hard state.

The startup was slow, only a few gentle thrusts. But once I got going again we were back at it full throttle.

Our fucking lasted hours, spanning over many thick loads--each one smaller than the last. My favorite part of the night was when I had stood up, fucking him while his legs were still entangled around my waist, my dick reaching as deep in him as possible. Seeing his load--the biggest of the night--shoot straight up, well past our heads, made me cum in-of-itself!

Under the covers, still connected, we kissed ourselves to sleep, drifting away in each others' arms. Not just was it the best sex that I've ever had, but also the most excellent sleep I've ever gotten.

Emptiness filled me, body cold, no man stuck in my arms. Derrick was gone, the sun had risen, and my belly was more than empty. Downstairs I whipped up something to eat for both Derrick and I, and when I finished up, he came walking inside. His head was covered in snow.

"Where were you? And why are you covered in snow?" I asked.

"Just freshening up in the shed. Then some snow fell on me on my way back." He said with a shiver.

"Here." I wrapped my arms around him, nuzzling his head into my chest. Derrick melted right into me, his body relaxing soon after. "Want some breakfast?"

"Definitely."

We ate together, smirking away the occasional awkwardness when our eyes would meet. I finished before him, taking the opportunity to sit back and soak in the view. I had been ignoring it until now, but there was a part of me unable to comprehend that this guy across the table was a trained killer, nor that he must have had an awful childhood to steer him in such a direction. I wanted to ask him about everything, about his past; I desired to learn more about him. If only there was an easy way to start that kind of a conversation.

"Need something?" Asked Derrick, the corner of his mouth curled ever so slightly.

"No, I was just..." There was a pause where I took a breath. "What was your childhood like?" Derrick's eyes widened, my heart skipped a beat--I should have just kept my mouth shut!

"Heh... Want to get to know me, huh? Let me just say, if you're wondering why I became an assassin, it's not something that stems from my childhood or anything." I was taken aback by how spot on his assumption was. "Growing up my life was great. My parents weren't rich or anything, but we were better off than most. However, the fairytale ended when my father came home one day with a gun, shot my mother, shot me, and then himself. Mother and father died instantly while I got lucky." I could feel my face change as his story evolved. "Now before you get ahead of yourself, yes, that was traumatic, but not the reason I took to killing for money."

"Why d-did you start then?" I kicked myself mentally for stuttering. I didn't want to make this exchange awkward. Although, Derrick talked with pristine confidence, which did put me at ease... sort of.

"I was sixteen, walking home from school, when I saw a woman getting mugged in an alley. It was about to escalate to rape before I intervened. The dude--some gross looking fella--threw some punches at me which I dogged pretty easily. It was when he pulled out a knife that things got serious. The guy slashed it around a bit like a fucking lunatic, but when he thrusted it at me I grabbed his wrist, took the knife, and stabbed him in the heart. The girl stayed on the ground the entire time until the police arrived. I was arrested at first, but eventually let off since I was defending someone from, as they put it, great bodily harm. Everything went from there."

The more he spoke the more I found myself reeling. The story felt like cliff notes, and the way it went from normality to tragedy had my head spinning. The rest of his tale took me down a rabbit hole of black-market dealings as he explained how he was able to completely remove himself from the grid by successfully faking his death. I stared wistfully as my brain did its darndest to keep up.

Now that I had gotten him talking he wouldn't stop. I spent an entire morning listening to his life story. Not that I'm complaining ... I did ask for it after all.

When he finished he let out a sigh and burst into laughter. "Sorry... didn't mean to go all in there with my life story." I assured him that I did not mind in the slightest. He seemed to relax, returning to his now long gone cold breakfast.

The rest of our day--rather, our days, were spent like this. We would wake in each others' arms, chat over breakfast, do the daily chores, and then end the day having the hottest sex of our lives. In the end Derrick never once mentioned leaving. I worried that life out here in the wilderness would be too archaic for someone like him, but he managed to acclimate quite well. Eventually it all blurred into normality, our time together becoming something akin to boyfriends living together.

We never discussed our relationship, or rather we never labeled it. It was what it was, and we both loved it in its current form. I'm not sure what he feels for me, but I know for a fact that he's a man I could one day say that I love. For now, he's a special friend, who helped--not change my world--but understand it better.

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[AUTHOR'S NOTE] [RECOMMEND READING]

Hello! So first I'd like to admit a few things, while also making some stuff clear about the future of my work. I'll start off by saying that this story was a test run for me. My first story here was actually going to be a long running tale with deep lore and characters, only I eventually realized that I've never written anything erotic before and worried that maybe I wouldn't like it. Therefore, I started this as a tiny test run to see if I enjoyed--or even could--write sex scenes. The main reason this final chapter took so long to write was because I spent over a week just writing the sex.

I can say that I did enjoy writing this and plan on working towards a far more detailed, paced, and concise story. Now yes, I did end up rushing the ending here for this final chapter, but that's only because I didn't really have a plan for this tale. Usually I map out my stories with a clear path, but in this one I winged it on every chapter. That will not be the case in the future.

My favorite kind of books are ones where the sex is secondary, while the story, characters, action, and lore is front and center, so my work won't be for everyone. Either way, I hope to see you again for my second story, (Although I'd rather you consider it my first) which will start sometime in the near future. I'm already working on it, and have a good chunk of the planning done.

Have a wonderful day, stay safe, and thanks for reading.

P.s. I finally figured out how to get italics to work here on literotica, so my future work is about to get so much better. I'm so darn excited!