Page 42 of Frost
He gives me another stroke, chuckling when I moan against his back. “Once you’re warm enough, I’ll take you to bed and fuck you senseless.”
“Damn,” I say with a trembling sigh. I nip at the side of his throat. “I’m ready now.”
Jack stands from the tub and grabs one of the towels I’d set out for us. His soft cock hangs between his legs, though it’s beginning to harden as he smirks down at me. “Excited?”
“Mhm.” I stand up and step onto the drying mat before quickly running the second towel over my body. “I’ve wanted you inside me for a while. I just didn’t say anything.”
“You should have.” He steps forward and wraps his long arms around me. “I could’ve fucked you sooner.”
We don’t bother getting dressed since we’ll be stripping each other’s clothes off anyway right when we fall together in bed. I run from the bathroom, pulling Jack along behind me down the hall and into the bedroom.
He chuckles and makes a joke about me being eager for winter sausage. I then collapse on the bed and laugh. A laugh that he cuts off with a hard kiss as he gets on top of me.
Sex with Jack can be slow and tender. But I’ve learned he also likes it rough. He likes for me to flip him around and fuck him hard and fast. He likes to bite and be bitten.
What way will he want it tonight?
“I love your body, Luka,” Jack says as he kisses down my chest. “These sexy little ridges.” He nibbles my abs. “And this right here.” He licks my hip bone and trails his tongue down to my inner thigh. “Every inch of you.”
And then he takes my cock into his mouth.
I nearly shoot off the bed as he takes me to the back of his throat in a single glide. His lips press against the dusting of dark hair at my base, and I tangle my fingers in his silver hair, amazed at his no-gag reflex. My entire shaft is in his mouth. The hot wetness cushioning me is enough to make me quiver. His gaze locks on mine as he slowly lifts his head, keeping his lips snug around my cock.
“Goddamn, you’re amazing,” I say in a raspy voice.
Jack glides his lips up before stopping at my tip. His tongue flicks against my slit as he cups my balls in his hand, and I damn near lose my mind. Determination sparks in his blue eyes as he rolls my balls between his fingers and takes me deeper into his mouth.
This isn’t just foreplay to get me in the mood. He’s thoroughly enjoying it too.
“You want more?” he asks, gently slapping my cock to his lips.
“Uh-huh.” God, I sound so whiny. Needy. But he makes me this way.
Jack hikes my legs up and exposes my ass before putting a pillow under me to prop me up. He grabs the lube and drips some onto my crack, swirling it around my pucker before slowly sticking a finger in knuckle-deep.
“When’s the last time you did it like this?” Jack asks.
“Um.” It’s hard to think about anything except his finger in my ass. “My ex was a strict top, so it hasn’t been long. I hadn’t topped in a while before you, which is why I almost busted a nut right when I pushed inside you the first time.”
“Busted a nut?” Jack laughs. “I adore terminology these days. Not as much as I adore the sounds you’re making right now.” He pushes his finger deeper, then withdraws it before diving back in. When the glide becomes easier, he adds a second. “I want to hear every moan, Luka. Don’t hold any of them back.”
There’s no way I could have even if I tried. Not with his mouth snug around my cock and his fingers scissoring inside me, probing for my sweet spot. My thighs start to quake like they do when I’m getting close, and Jack immediately pulls away. My cock slips from his wet mouth and slaps against my lower stomach, the tip sticky with precum.
“Not yet, sweet Luka,” Jack says, crawling up my body. He settles between my legs, and I grunt when our cocks slide together. “Remember when I told you about all the fun things I can do in bed with my ability?”
I stare up at him and nod.
With a smile tugging at his lips, he drops his head to my chest and kisses my collarbone. He leaves a wet trail down my sternum and over to my right nipple. I whimper a little when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, suckling it.Fuck.I roll my hips up, grinding my cock against his. A groan rumbles in his chest, causing vibrations against my beaded nipple that adds even more stimulation.
“Ready?” he asks, looking up at me.
Before I can respond, he blows on my wet nipple. And a thin layer of frost covers it.
“Shit,” I pant. The sudden chill makes my nipple bead even tighter.
Jack sucks it back into his mouth and warms it back up, chasing away the frost, before softly blowing and freezing it again.
“I fucking love that.” I gasp and arch my back off the bed.
