Chapter 5
Five
AMbrOSE
I ’d figured I’d have to deal with this at one point.
I’d honestly expected it much sooner, like on the journey here.
Mentally, I was prepared for it. I knew what I was signing up for when I volunteered.
I knew the barbarian clans came to the towns for tributes because they didn't produce females. Male tributes were given to other men. I met a pair just last year. I’d spent the last few days gearing myself up for what was to come. I still didn’t feel ready for it.
Godr wriggled a little to get comfortable, resting his hand on his belly. I waited for him to make demands or pull off his clothes, but he did neither. Was he expecting me to make the first move?
Awkwardness swelled in my chest, but I forced myself onto one elbow to look down at him. It was too dark to see much of anything aside from shadows, especially with a new moon in the sky. Maybe that would work in my favor. I could just pretend for a little while that he was a woman.
Since I couldn’t see him well, I put my hand on his chest first, sliding it up to cup his neck and get my bearings.
I felt him stiffen beneath me and realized the move probably felt threatening, so I shifted to cup his cheek instead.
The stubble of his five o’clock shadow burned against my palm, reminding me that I was touching a man.
I moved my hand again to avoid it, sinking it into his hair instead.
“Ambrose?”
I was stalling, I knew that, but aside from in the course of my work, I never touched other men.
A thought occurred to me. Maybe if I pretended I was working, I could get him off, and we could move on for the night.
I’d studied enough to know where all the pleasurable spots on a man were.
Surely I could distract him with touch without having to get anywhere near my ass.
Shifting so I was seated on my knees beside him, I used both hands to trace over his chest again.
His breathing picked up a little, which I took as a good sign.
He was distracted enough that he seemed fine with letting me lead.
I traced over the defined muscles of his chest, brushing light fingers over his nipples.
His gasp was loud in the dark, and he shifted restlessly beside me.
That made me a little anxious—I didn’t want him getting any ideas about taking over—so I moved lower, over the bumps of his abs to the top of his trousers.
He said something, but I had no clue what, and I didn’t think he knew enough of the common tongue to explain it to me.
Or any at all. He’d only spoken the barbarian language since I was handed over to his care.
I ignored it, my heart rate ratcheting up as I pulled at the ties of his trousers.
Clinical. It was just clinical. Like a physical exam, but with my hands instead of my eyes. That was it.
I pulled his trousers down his thighs, imagining that I needed to because he was sick or unable to on his own.
Once they were gone, I traced my hands up his legs again, focusing on the muscles there.
I knew the barbarian clans were nomadic and rode horses twice the size of those in the town.
This guy was a prime example with his thickly muscled thighs.
He probably spent most of his time on the back of a horse to get muscles like that.
He shifted restlessly again as my hands traced up his thighs, the hair tickling my palms. It took some internal coaching to get me to go further, and when I wrapped my hand around his cock, he groaned loud enough to send a shiver up my spine. My patients never reacted like that to an examination.
Pushing that thought aside, I focused on the feel of him.
He was well endowed, long and thick, with a leaking head.
I couldn’t see him, which helped a little, and I could almost convince myself I was jerking off my own cock instead of a stranger’s if I focused hard enough.
On the next upstroke, I ran my thumb along the seam, teasing at the V of his crown like I enjoyed doing to myself when I was alone.
Godr seemed to like it as well, if his moans were anything to go by.
I spread the pre-cum down his shaft to ease the glide, adjusting my grip a little to something I enjoyed on myself.
It was a little difficult sitting next to him, but I didn’t hear any complaints from Godr. He didn’t say much of anything, the only sounds coming out of his mouth being moans of pleasure.
A hand touched my knee and slid up my thigh, making me jump in surprise.
I hadn’t expected him to reciprocate, and if I wanted to avoid this going any further, I needed to do better at distracting him.
I sped up my hand, ignoring the twitch of my cock when he groaned loudly in response.
It was a natural reaction to hearing someone experiencing pleasure. It didn’t say anything about me.
The hand on my thigh tightened, but he didn’t move any further, too distracted by what I was doing to continue.
My plan was working. Godr’s breathing was short and quick, and his hips started moving, thrusting up into the circle of my hand like he couldn’t stay still any longer.
He was entirely focused on my touch, and from the way his thighs shook, I didn’t think it would take much more to get him off.
I cupped his balls with my other hand, rolling them in my palm, and, using my knowledge of the human body, began rubbing small circles behind them where I knew a pleasurable spot was hidden.
Godr’s surprised groan accompanied his bucking hips as he thrust harder into my hand.
The steady schlck schlck sounds joined his moans as more and more pre-cum spilled from his tip, easing the glide.
He was also talking, though I didn’t have a clue what he was saying.
It sounded desperate and soft, like if I could understand him, he would’ve been whispering encouragement into my ear.
That didn’t help with the thickening in my trousers that I was still ignoring. I liked a noisy partner.
Anxiety over my reaction made me want to get this over with.
So, after gathering my courage, I released his balls and moved my hand lower, rubbing lightly against his hole.
It seemed to do the trick because his back arched off the blankets, and he came with a shout, his seed spilling over my fist and onto his abs.
He kept thrusting and gasping until he was spent, and his body melted into the blankets.
Relieved, I patted my clean hand around until I snagged the towel I’d seen earlier and wiped off my hand and his belly before settling on the bed and turning away from him.
I didn’t want him to notice my erection and think I was interested in more.
I’d given him what he wanted. Hopefully that was enough.
GODR
I laid there, too shocked to move, staring up at the ceiling until my breathing returned to normal and my body stopped tingling from such a strong release.
I hadn’t expected Ambrose to touch me like that.
I hadn’t asked for it. But when he started, I fell under his spell and couldn’t make myself push him away.
I thought about it, tried to say something, but he seemed to know exactly how to touch me to make my mind go blank.
He’d volunteered as tribute, as Matthew had, Uttin told me so, so perhaps he knew what he wanted?
I thought to touch him too, to share our pleasure, but when I reached for him, he sped his hand up until I couldn’t think straight.
Now that my head was clear, it felt unfair that I’d gotten off, and he hadn’t.
But when I rolled to face him, he had his back to me.
Maybe he was shy? My blood brother’s bondmate was shy and had come to me with questions about how things worked when they first got together. Perhaps Ambrose was the same?
Slowly, I shifted until I was pressed against his back.
He was stiff, and I could feel the tension coming off of him.
If he was inexperienced like most of the other bondmates had been, then he might be nervous.
I didn’t want to push him too far, but I didn't want him to think I was a selfish lover, either.
I would only reciprocate his touch, so he would have no reason to fear.
Wrapping my arm around his waist, I rested my hand on his belly.
I didn’t think he could get any more tense, but somehow he did.
I couldn’t imagine having to deny my desires for so long that I reacted in such a way.
I felt bad for Ambrose for having to wait so long.
He showed me his bravery by touching me first and showing me his desires.
I wasn’t going to deny him the same thing.
Sliding my hand down, I pulled at his tunic until it came free of his legwear. His breathing picked up and a fine tremble racked his body. I wasn’t surprised to find him hard beneath. What surprised me was when he grabbed my wrist tightly to stop me. Like he was too shy to let me continue.
“It’s okay,” I murmured, knowing he couldn’t understand me but hoping he could hear what I meant in my tone anyway.
I didn’t push, not wanting to frighten him, and waited for him to decide.
He didn’t release me, but his fingers relaxed little by little.
When his grip was loose enough, I wrapped my fingers around his length.
My stomach quickened at the feel of him.
He had perfect proportions. I couldn’t help but think the length and thickness would feel amazing inside me.
I ran my fingers along the veins, just teasing.
His body would make demands eventually and override his shyness, I was sure of it.
I started jerking him steadily, and he cut off a moan and thrust abruptly into my hand when I made the twisting motion I enjoyed over the head of his cock.
If he allowed it, I would take great joy in showing him everything he’d been missing out on before now.
Later. Right now, he needed to get off. I could feel it in the way he trembled.
Tightening my grip ripped another moan from him, and it took only a few more strokes before he was coming into my hand. He made such sweet noises when he came, and I wanted to go again just to hear more, but I didn't want to push him too far. This was new for him. Once was enough for tonight.
I’d show him more in the morning.