Page 146 of Snowed In

Want to blow his mind.

With a heave and a grunt, I roll us over, my body on top his. I feel the coldness from outside. It hits my overheated skin, but I don’t let anything deter me. Just reach between us and grab our cocks, pulling them together.

Christian’s eyes widen, his mouth open in a low moan.

“I want to get us off. Can I?” I ask and he nods eagerly, his hips thrusting upward as my fist drags slowly down our combined lengths.

“Yes. Yes.Please.”

I slam my mouth back onto his and then start to jerk us, my cock producing so much fucking precum that it beads at the tip, and I smear it across both our cocks.

“So hot, you’re so hot,” I hiss and then lick my way into his mouth once more, sucking on Christian’s tongue.

He’s panting, and fuck, I want to suck his dick. I want to taste him.

I pull off him and his lips chase mine. But I’m already sliding down his body and taking his cock into my mouth with haste. The barbell in my tongue rolls up the length of him and Christian cries out, his hands tangling in my hair as I start to suck.

His moans are feral and unhinged, bordering on panic, and then I feel his cock twitch, and he explodes into my mouth with a shout, my name echoing through the room.

But I don’t even care how fast it was. It only turns me on. That and the taste of him, the sound, the scent. My own cock erupts between us, hitting the sheets and soaking through.

I lay my head against his thigh and breathe deeply, trying to gather myself and my wits. Minutes later, I finally push myself up and glance down at Christian, his drooping eyelids, his flushed cheeks. He blinks up at me, confused and dazed.

“You sucked…you sucked my….”

“I fucking did.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to taste you.”

He glances away, almost shy, and then peeks back at me. “Was it good?”

“It was.”

Neither of us sleeps, and neither of us pretends to either. Christian just presses up against me, fiddling with my nipple ring, driving me crazy.

We’re still naked, our cocks hard again, but we’re both content to just lay in the silence, listening to the snow pelt the outside of the rickety motel.

“Wren?” he finally asks and tilts his head up to brush his nose against my jaw. I want to kiss him again, want to fuck his mouth with my tongue. Fast, lazy, it doesn’t matter. I just want it, but I also don’t want to seem too desperate.

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind if I sucked your…you know?”

My heartbeat ratchets up. “My dick? You can’t even say the word and you want to suck it?”

He lets out a small laugh and bites down softly on my chin before leaning up and pressing his nose to mine, rubbing it against mine in the cutest way.

I hate it.

“Can I?”

“You never need to ask me. If you want to suck my dick, just do it.”

Those beautiful eyes stare down into mine and he pecks me on the lips before shifting down the bed, the covers over his shoulders, his large hands on my thighs as he just stares at me.

“I’ve never done this before.”

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