Page 50 of Snowed In

Finally, he settled and picked up the soap. Despite the tight space, we sudsed each other up very thoroughly. Facing him away from me, I massaged his shoulders and hips until his moans grew pornographic.

Now that he was good and horny, we rinsed and toweled off, then walked, naked, to the bedroom. I pushed him down against the bed and kissed the hell out of him. I hadn’t planned on kissing him at all—that was pretty personal for what we were doing—but I had to taste him.

Fuck, he was delicious.

We quickly rearranged ourselves against the pillows, and he wrapped his hands behind his knees, pulling his legs back, exposing his hole to me.

I leaned in and ran my tongue over the bunched skin.

“Your mouth is lethal,” he choked out.

I responded by pushing my tongue inside him, fucking him on it till he began to relax. When he started to get noisy, I switched it up and started lapping at his nipples while I pressed two slicked fingers inside him. I dotted kisses along his neck and collarbones, twistinghim up as I owned his body. I eyeballed the condoms on the nightstand.

“I’m on PreP,” I said, raising my brows.

“Prison doc cleared me.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Though ... I haven’t done bareback in so fucking long.”

“It’s just...if I don’t get the opportunity to see my cum dripping out of this perfect hole, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

He nailed me with a look I felt in my nuts. “Can’t have that, can we?”

I slicked myself with the lube as he brought his knees to his chest. I hovered over him for a moment, taking in the pretty halo of hair. I then lowered my hips, pushing into his pliant, willing body.

“Jesus, your ass is the most perfect thing on this planet.”

“And the way your cock curves up just so...”

I grinned, lightly hooking my hips as I thrust in and out of him. His eyes never left mine, and I didn’t know why it felt this good to look into his eyes.

But it did. Itsodid.

We stayed in that space for a while, slow fucking, locked on to each other. Finally, I began to speed up, drinking in his cries and moans, wondering how the hell I was ever going to get to see him again. Because I did have to see him again after this. There was no way I couldn’t.

I reached between us, stroking him, watching his face as his body reacted to the pleasure. He came on a shout, and I followed soon after, reveling in his heat.

I licked his belly clean and grabbed a few soft tissues from the box on my grandmother’s side of the bed. After watching my cum drip from his perfectly wrecked hole, I gently mopped up the mess I’d made.

“You are quite the addiction,” I said, kissing him softly.

As I pulled back, his eyes widened, and I wondered if I’d said too much.

“Jesse, if this?—”

I stopped speaking when the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed in behind my ear.

“Hey, cousin,” said an unfamiliar voice. “Where the fuck is my dad?”

Chapter Six

Jesse

Kyler, the cousin who’d helped me by tagging Rafferty’s car, whose father I killed, stood at the side of the bed. He held the gun to Rafferty’s head with a shaking hand and cold hatred in his eyes.

I held up my hands, praying he wouldn’t pull the trigger.

“Jesse?” he asked, his voice trembling with anger. “Where. Is. My. Father?”

With a pit in my stomach, it occurred to me that he was asking because he’d known his father had come after me. And I wondered how much of what I’d shared with him had made it to my father.

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