Page 15 of Winter's End

The hot springs had been dark, and I hadn’t had the option of jerking him off like he had me. I had not understood what this man had been packing under there.

Definitely bigger than me, and I wasn’t a small man.

I was too busy staring at his not-so-mini-me I didn’t notice the shiny foil packet he ripped between his teeth.

“Trust me?” he repeated. The sticky lube of the packet he’d just opened glistened on his fingers.

My heart leaped in my chest; I swallowed heavily and nodded in eager anticipation.

“Come here, baby.” He beckoned me from my lying down position on the bed. I sat up and scooted down to the end closer to him.

He reached for my cock, spreading the sweet-smelling lube all over my head and shaft. My pulse hammered in my ears as his own cock bobbed in front of my face.

“Stand up.”

The murmur was soft, but it was a command. I stood, our naked bodies not even an inch apart. The tip of his dick brushed mine and the contact nearly made me jump out of my skin.

Shane’s eyes stared into mine as he grabbed my cock and pressed it against his, his large hand holding both of us in a vise grip. He pumped up and down our lengths, the slippery warmth of him a sharp contrast to his tight hold.

I was going to come in seconds. Micro-seconds.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

His words came out between sharp pants as he took my mouth with his own. Our tongues danced as I writhed against his body, our cocks moving to the same rhythm.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. You’re going to look so good when you come for me.”

Fuck, this was hot. Maybe I had a praise kink, too? Winter and Shane were opening up a whole new level of sex for me, and I was here for it.

His other hand cupped my ass cheek and squeezed, forcing me to rut faster into his hand. His fingers skirted over my glutes before circling around my hole, teasing me in a way I’d never experienced.

He pressed into me, pushing through the ring of muscle and curving his finger inward. The spike of pleasure was so sharp, I was a goner.

He glided his thumb over our cockheads together, the swipe over my slit and his finger in my ass enough to make me detonate.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.” I whimpered into his mouth as cum forced its way up my abdomen and covered my chest.

Shane’s answering moan forced more jets of cum to coat our skin, as he exploded all over me, too.

I brought my hand up to our chests, smearing the sticky fluid all over our bodies and combining our releases into one erotic mess.

Shane swiped the cum from my pec with two fingers and pressed them to my lips.

“Open.”

I complied, opening to suck on his fingers and once again tasting the salty flavor on my tongue, but this time, I was tasting him. I tastedus.

He kissed me with a passion I had only ever felt from one woman, then pushed me back onto the bed and collapsed over me.

The bed let out a ferocious metallic creak and broke on its hinges, falling the two inches to the floor with a resounding squeal.

Lust-drunk and almost violently happy in that moment, I laughed. I laughed so hard tears fell from my eyes and into Shane’s hair, as he chuckled into my neck.

When I caught my breath, I stared into the eyes of the biggest surprise twist on my life—more surprising than learning my parents were criminals, or losing my job to Camden Lane, or falling in love with Winter and sharing her with multiple men—Shane Quicksilver was my surprise bisexual awakening, and there was no way in hell I’d ever be able to go back.

“That was incredible.” I kissed the tip of his nose as the endorphins flooded through me.

“Sure was, baby.” He kissed my forehead in return and stared into my eyes. “You’re incredible.”

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