Chapter 13
Declan
Declan coated the heavy shaft of his cock in silicone gel, positioned the broad
head against Sawyer’s slick opening, and gripped Sawyer’s right hip in a
vice-like hold. He leaned over the younger man, bracing his upper weight on his
right forearm to keep all pressure off Sawyer’s taped left shoulder. With a
slow, heavy, relentless push of his hips, Declan drove forward, burying his
eight-inch cock into Sawyer’s burning core in one continuous slide.
Sawyer’s back arched off the mattress, a raw, strangled cry tearing from his
throat as Declan’s thick girth stretched him completely open. Sawyer’s internal
walls clamped down around the intrusion with savage, rhythmic contractions,
gripping Declan’s cock so tightly Declan’s vision flared with red sparks.
Declan bottomed out against Sawyer’s entrance, holding himself immovable at the
hilt. He brought his left hand up to cup Sawyer’s jaw, his thumb pressing firmly
into the hollow beneath Sawyer’s lower lip.
"Look at me, Sawyer," Declan growled, his voice a low, gravelly command. "Take
every single inch. Open up for me."
Sawyer opened his hazel eyes, his gaze dilated and wild with intense pleasure.
He let out a long, shuddering exhale, his hips relaxing under Declan’s heavy
frame, yielding to the full invasion of Declan’s body.
"Good boy," Declan praised, his voice rough with raw approval. "You take all of
me so damn well. You were made to take my cock."
Declan pulled back until only the swollen head remained inside Sawyer’s ring,
then drove forward with a heavy, authoritative snap of his hips. The steel bunk
frame groaned against the floor bolts. Declan established a deep, punishing
rhythm, each forward drive rubbing directly against the swollen knot of Sawyer’s
prostate.
Sawyer’s cries turned into broken, desperate sobs of pure ecstasy. He wrapped
his strong right arm around Declan’s neck, pulling the big man down, his heels
digging into the small of Declan’s back to urge him deeper.
"Declan, right there," Sawyer cried out, his voice cracking against the hum of
the heater. "Harder, please, fuck, don't stop!"
Declan answered by increasing his pace, his broad hips slamming against Sawyer’s
thighs with wet, slapping impacts. The scent of sweat, silicone, and raw sex
filled the heated dome, mixing with the sharp smell of propane. Declan reached
down between their slick bellies, his large hand wrapping around Sawyer’s rigid,
leaking cock, stroking in aggressive synchronization with his pelvic thrusts.
"You're mine, Sawyer," Declan growled against Sawyer’s mouth, capturing the
younger man’s lips in a deep, bruising kiss. "No more running from ghosts. You
stay right here under me."
"Yours," Sawyer choked out into the kiss, his hips bucking frantically against
Declan’s hand. "God, Declan, I'm coming!"
Sawyer’s inner walls clamped down in a violent series of spasms that milked
Declan’s cock with crushing force. Sawyer’s body locked rigid as thick, white
ropes of semen erupted from his shaft, splashing across his own chest and
Declan’s knuckles.
The intense clamping of Sawyer’s climax destroyed Declan’s control. Declan threw
his head back, drove his hips forward to the root three more times, and emptied
his release deep inside Sawyer with a deep, guttural roar that rattled through
the metal dome. He buried his cock to the hilt, spilling his hot seed inside
Sawyer in long, heavy pulses.
Declan collapsed forward, supporting his chest on his elbows, burying his face
in the crook of Sawyer’s neck. He stayed buried deep inside Sawyer for several
minutes, his heavy chest heaving against Sawyer’s ribs as their breathing slowed
to a synchronized rhythm.
Declan carefully slid out, pulled the thick wool blanket up to Sawyer’s chin,
and gathered the exhausted skier against his broad chest. Sawyer pressed his
face into Declan’s throat, his good right arm draped possessively over Declan’s
ribs.
Outside, the category-four blizzard hammered the steel dome with seventy-knot
winds, but inside the shelter, the bed was a fortress of heavy heat and absolute
possession.