Page 77 of Snowed In

“Is this your pillow talk with all the guys you’ve dated, because I get why you’re single now.” I choked on my laugh when he lightly punched me in the chest. He started to make his way to the passenger side, but I grabbed his waist again and buried my nose in his neck. I kissed a line along his jaw, exploring the feel of his rough skin against my lips. I loved the feel of his stubble. The feel of him. “Stay,” I whispered. “Elves can be superior fighters. You win, okay. Just stay here…” I bit the lobe of his ear, and he let out the softest whimper. “Fuck, make that noise again.”

He let me nip his chin and his neck as he tipped his head back. “Gary.”

“Hmm?”

“I…” He made that sweet sound again as I tilted his hips, grinding his ass over my aching cock. “I need…”

“What… tell me what you need. Tell me what to do.”

“Touch me.”

“Yeah… I…” He rutted against me, stealing my words, his warm eyes glazed with want as he kissed and bit at my lips. “Fuck, Shi…” Any coherent thought I had dissipated under the rush of blood in my veins, chasing its way to my groin as his cock connected with mine. Even with a layer of clothing between us, every nerve ending in my body lit with fire. “I want to touch you.”

“Okay.”

“But I want to do it right.”

“Touch me like you touch yourself.” He kissed me, his smile loose in a way I felt privileged to witness. “It’s just a dick, Gary. Just like yours.”

“I mean, mine might be bigger.”

He chuckled as he nipped my chin again. “I guess we’ll see.”

This was really happening.

“Hey.” He cupped the side of my face. “We can stop.”

“No. I want to, I just?—”

“It’s okay. Gary, this is your first time with a man, and kissing is good. This is nice. Being with you is everything I ever wanted... okay?”

“You really need to stop interrupting me.” I shook my head with a smile as I covered his hand with mine. “I want to touch you, and I want it to feel good. I also don’t want to fuck it up. I don’t want to seem like… an amateur.”

“You won’t. Like I said. It’s just a dick. Do what feels good for you and we’ll be fine.” The crinkles around his eyes intensified. His smile exponential. I ran my other hand down the center of his chest, pausing on his flat stomach. “I never thought I’d have more experience than you at something.”

“Two wins in one night.” I kissed the corner of his mouth as I dipped my fingers below the waistband of his sweats. “What’s this world coming to?”

I gasped as he reached between us, his palm pressing with the perfect amount of pressure against the bulge in my sweats. “You talk too much.”

“Me?” I was incredulous. “You’re the one?—”

His lips crashed into mine with a groan, our tongues tangling. He lifted himself up onto his knees, giving me the room I needed to tug down his pants. His cock was long and thick, the tip glistening with pre-come. I’d never in my life thought I would look at another man’s dick and think it was perfect, but here I was, wondering what that bead of come would taste like. I swiped my thumb through the sticky moisture, and he trembled as I brought it to my lips.

“Shi…” It was different and unexpected, and fucking hot as hell. “You taste so good.”

His forehead dipped, laying gently against mine as I stroked him once, and then again, trying to gauge what he liked. If he wanted me to be rough or slow. He didn’t make me figure it out on my own. As I ran my hand along the silky skin of his shaft, he ordered me around in his sweet breathy voice that made me feel like a king. Faster, harder. Fuck just like that, Gary, yes, God, I’m so close. You’re going to make me come. I was making him crazy. I was going to make him come. Me, just me, and it was blowing my mind.

“Can I touch you, want you…”

“Yes,” I panted the word into his mouth as his kisses became sloppy with need. “Fuck yes.”

His hot hands found their way underneath my waistband, and I moaned as his calloused palm skated over the head of my dick. “Fuck, Shi… that… yeah, just like that.”

He stroked his fist up and down the length of my cock, bringing me to the brink faster than I thought possible. We worked each other, our mouths open and breathless, our foreheads pressed together likewe were sharing secrets. And in a way, we were. In this car, in this moment, we had become something new. No man had ever known me like this. This first I’d given to him. Only him.

“Shi, I’m…” I grabbed the back of his neck with my free hand, grounding us both as we came, spilling our last secrets until we had nothing left to share.

The windows were fogged, and as he stroked me slowly, until I shuddered one last time, it was easy to pretend we’d planned this. That we weren’t possibly going to die if we ran out of gas. That this was just a date ending well, and we would clean up and maybe have another round in the comfort of our own bed.

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