Page 21 of Frost
He obeys, and I reach around him. As I kiss his smooth chest, I lower my hand to his backside and lightly move the slick finger across his hole. After light teasing, I push the finger inside.
“Mmm.” A light shudder ripples through him. “More.”
I glide the finger in and out before adding a second. Jack takes a handful of my hair and holds my head to his chest, resting his cheek on top of it. I can hear the thumping of his heart and each sharp intake of air.
“Turn around,” I say. With him facing me, it’s hard to properly finger-fuck him because of the angle of my hand. Jack arches a brow at me before rotating his body and turning around, straddling my hips in a reverse-cowgirl position. As I stare at his toned ass, my very few working brain cells die. I knead one of the fleshy globes, feeling my dick harden even more. I can’t wait to be buried inside him. “Your ass is so perfect.”
“Why am I facing the wall when I can be facing you instead?” Jack asks with an edge of impatience.
Has he never fucked this way before? That’s hard to believe.
“You’ll see.” I squirt more lube in my hand and stick a finger inside him, rotating my wrist as it goes in and out of his tight heat.
“Oh.” Jack shudders and grips my knees as he leans forward, exposing more of his sexy backside.
It’s easier now to finger him as I add a second digit to the mix. I can hit him deeper, something he sure seems to appreciate if the moans filling the room are anything to go by. As I continue stretching him, I look from his ass and study the skin of his back. I don’t know if it’s a trick of the light coming in through the window, but areas of his skin seem to glimmer a bit. I look closer and see those snowflake designs I noticed on him earlier. They’re faint but definitely there, and they glow in the moonlight.
My gaze trails up higher to the pointed ears poking out from his hair. Glowing skin, pointed ears, frosted hair—there’s nothing human about Jack. But I want him anyway. Ineedhim.
For the first time in my life, I feel a soul-deep connection to someone. Human or not, I don’t care. He’s just Jack to me.
“Deeper,” he moans, grinding on my hand.
The heat of him around my fingers is enough to make a soft groan work its way up my throat. I’ve never been this hard in my entire life. I bend my hand and brush his prostate at the new angle. Jack’s spine curves as I probe at the little bundle of ecstasy.
“Right there,” he whimpers, throwing his head back. I admire the dip of his spine and his long, lean torso. My hand starts to cramp a little, but I grit my teeth and keep going. I’ll do anything to please him. “Luka. Inside me. Now.”
Don’t have to ask me twice.
I pull my fingers free and grab my dick before positioning it at his hole. Then I remember I’m not wearing a rubber.
“Goddammit,” I hiss when it occurs to me that while I have lube, I forgot to pack condoms. My tip’s at his opening, and I die a little inside at being so close to pushing into him and knowing I can’t. “I don’t have protection.”
“So?” Jack reaches behind him and grabs my shaft. “I’m immortal, Luka. That means I’m immune to human diseases and can’t pass them on either. Fuck me bareback all you want.”
Before I can form a response, he sinks down on my dick, welcoming me inside his tight heat.
Chapter Six
I watch my dick sink into him and softly groan, thumping my head back on the headboard. I have never fucked without a condom—even when in relationships—and the sensation is more intense than I expected.
“Jack,” I moan, giving his ass cheek a gentle squeeze.
He tosses me a smile over his shoulder and glides up and down my shaft, taking me deep inside him. His movements are slow at first. Neither of us is in any rush to reach the finish line. I want to enjoy the feel of him, revel in every one of his moans.
As he rides me, I grip his ass with one hand and trail the other up his back. His muscles move beneath my palm, and the snowflake designs on his porcelain skin faintly glow. My breath hitches in my throat as he pulls nearly all the way off my dick, then slams back down, his body pulling me in deeper than before.
I’m fire and he’s ice, but instead of snuffing me out like a candle in a strong wind, he does the opposite. He fans my flames, making the fire deep in my core spread through my veins.
I’m burning. And I’ve never felt more alive.
Skin slapping skin fills the room as he increases his tempo, coming down on me faster. Harder. I grip his hips with both hands and help guide his movements. When I thrust up into him, moving with him, Jack whimpers and leans forward, gripping my legs as he bounces his firm ass on my dick.
“Ah, fuck.” My fingertips dig into his sides as heat radiates down my spine and gathers in the base of my balls.
“I want you to come, Luka,” Jack pants as he strokes himself. “I’m so close.”
Shit, I am too. I can’t say the words aloud, though. My mind is a tangled, cloudy mess, and it’s all I can do to even breathe as his ass cushions my cock so damn good that my toes curl. Speaking is definitely out of the question, unless it’s to shout “fuck” a million times because he feels so damn amazing.
