Winter Waites (Aster Valley 0.50)

He shook his head. “Terrified.”

I froze. “Have you… you’ve done this before… right?”

Winter’s face broke into a smile as he barked out a laugh. “Yes, daddy. I’ve done this before. It’s not that. I’m just… it’s you, you know?”

“Don’t do that. Don’t treat me like I’m anything other than the man who desperately wants to get into your pants. I’m no one special. Just a regular guy.”

He dropped his smile and studied me for a beat before pulling me in the direction of the bedroom. The cabin was a small one-bedroom affair, so it was obvious which door to choose.

When we got into the room, he sat us both down on the edge of the big bed and held both of my hands between us. His smile was gentle, but his eyes were strangely intense.

“You’re wrong, and I’ll tell you why.” He took a minute to gather his thoughts. “When I was in college, I ran out of money for food three days before payday.”

I opened my mouth to ask a million questions, but he squeezed my hands to stop me.

“Let me finish. I listened to your song ‘Behind the Door’ for those three days straight. That song… and I know you know this… but, it’s about private struggles, dealing with hard times when no one else knows. It’s about having the guts to ask for help. Your song gave me the courage to ask my friends for help when my pride was going to let me starve.”

I clamped my jaw closed against a tide of emotions. How did he have the strength to be vulnerable to me like this after such a short time? I’d spent years keeping my personal stuff so close to the vest, it was hard to imagine letting someone so close inside, especially someone I might never see again. We didn’t live in the same place, and it was impossible to even consider a relationship in my life right now.

But it didn’t stop me from wanting him. And I loved gathering any scrap of information about him he was willing to share.

“When I was exhausted from clinicals and working two extra jobs, I used to play ‘Blasting Cap’ as loud as I could stand it.” Winter’s smile was contagious. “It pumped me up and kept me going, every time. Your music made a difference in my life. Makes a difference in my life. You’re the furthest thing from a regular guy I know.”

I squeezed his hands. “I don’t want you to be nervous around me. I don’t want you to think there’s anything you could possibly do that would disappoint me.”

“But you’re a famous musician, and I’m just a guy.”

I slid to the floor on my knees and reached for the button of his jeans. “Right now I’m not a musician. I’m a horny asshole who can’t stop thinking about how to get into your body or get you into mine.” I opened his jeans and ran a palm over the cotton-covered bulge below. He was warm and hard. There was a damp spot already darkening the gray fabric that made my heart hurl itself against my ribs. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

Winter pulled off his fleece and the shirt below until all I could see was his rounded shoulders and jacked-up biceps. I ran a hand up his golden-haired chest. “Now, you,” he said in a voice laced with honey. “Let me see you.”

I stripped off my shirt and fumbled at my own fly. I finally had to stand up to get everything off. “You too,” I commanded. “Hurry.”

Winter snickered while throwing himself back on the bed to shimmy out of his jeans and boxer briefs. “Bossy fucker.”

“Desperate fucker,” I muttered, kicking my jeans out of the way. When we were both blessedly naked, I crawled over the top of him. Both of us let out a groan of satisfaction and relief.

“God, you feel good,” Winter said in a low voice. His hands smoothed down my back and grabbed my ass. I thrust my hard dick against his and made another sound deep in my throat.

I kissed him on the lips, unable to avoid his full, sultry mouth. As our tongues tangled together, our hands went everywhere. Warm skin rubbed against warm skin, and the rough drag of his body hair tugged at mine. I reached down to lightly tug his sac and stroke his dick, relishing every squeak and gasp he made.

His arm was thrown over his face as I sucked and pulled on his nipples with my teeth, and he said something too muffled for me to make it out.

“Hmm?” I asked, moving to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

“Can I please suck you off? I’ve fantasized about it so much, but I’m afraid I’m going to come as soon as I get a good look at your cock.”