Something new curled low in his stomach, an intense feeling of belonging that threw him for a curve. Then Jude walked past him, a slow grin curving those pretty lips as he opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and tossed lube and a condom onto the comforter. Before Snow could open his mouth to give him hell for being so damn cocksure, Jude strode right up to him and pulled him fully against his body. Snow hissed in pleasure when their skin met and he slid one leg between Jude’s, loving the rasp of hair against his thigh.
Jude cupped his ass with one strong hand and did that slow rocking of his hips again. He slid his other hand up Snow’s back, tracing his spine with hot fingertips, until he held the back of Snow’s neck. His grip was sure, strong, and he anchored their bodies tight together. This time, when their mouths met, Jude slid his tongue into Snow’s mouth and groaned before tilting his head and taking the kiss to new levels of intimacy. He stroked and bit and sucked aggressively on Snow’s lower lip. He plundered his mouth, driving Snow mindless with lust. Snow rubbed his hands over muscles and hair and hot, hot skin as he ravaged Jude’s mouth back.
He yelped in surprise when Jude abruptly growled, picked him up, and carried him to the bed. Snow’s eyes flew open wide as his back hit the pile of sheets and comforter. He dug his toes into the covers, then gasped as Jude suddenly stretched out on top of him. His body sizzled with heat, his weight pressing Snow deep into the bed. Snow hissed and bucked up into him.
“You are so damn gorgeous, General,” he rasped against Snow’s neck, his breath hot yet sending shivers down Snow’s spine. He opened his mouth over Snow’s Adam’s apple and sucked.
Snow’s strangled sound choked off when Jude nudged his legs apart and slid right between. His hot cock rubbed against his own, the hair on his legs rasping over the sensitive skin of Snow’s inner thighs. He smelled like rain and heat and man and Snow grew dizzy with the rush to his senses.
Jude slowly slid his body up and down his and Snow’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d never been one for body hair on a man. He didn’t mind some, but he’d never gone for the type who had to shave twice a day. Jude, so obviously that type, had thick stubble that tingled on Snow’s skin as he nuzzled his throat. The silky, black hair on his chest and abdomen rasped all over Snow’s flesh and the blast of lust that hit him stole what was left of his ability to think. He opened his legs more, barely coherent as he rocked up into the man, loving the slide of their cocks against each other.
Jude reached Snow’s ear and he couldn’t stop the shudder that rippled through him as the man’s tongue came out to play. His ears were so damn sensitive. Shivers raced up and down his spine, his balls tightened, and he wrapped one leg around Jude as he cried out.
Hoarse curses spilled from Jude’s lips as he licked around Snow’s ear, then sucked the lobe into his hot mouth. “I knew you’d be like this,” he rasped. “Knew you’d burn up my bed.” He rutted against him. “I could eat you alive.”
He bit down on Snow’s ear and Snow was pretty sure he’d never been so painfully hard in his life. He frantically shoved his hand between them and grasped both of their cocks in his hand, moaning just from the relief of some kind of touch there.
Jude groaned, burying his face back in Snow’s neck.
Snow nudged him with his chin, got him to lift up and slant his mouth over Snow’s. He wrapped his lips around Snow’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. All the kissing had left Snow’s lips tender and swollen. Sensitive. Every stroke of Jude’s lips and tongue felt like fire. The paramedic had some kind of oral fixation going on and Snow loved it. That wicked mouth was killing him. He wanted it on his dick but he couldn’t stop the pace of his movements. “Close,” he breathed into Jude’s mouth. “So fucking close already.”
Jude abruptly let go, balanced one elbow next to Snow’s head, and grabbed the lube. “I don’t want you to come until I’m buried as far as I can get inside you.”
“You can’t control when I come, Torres,” Snow growled the words even as he struggled to come to terms with what was happening in this bed. What he wanted up against what he was used to…what he usually allowed. His heart raced, his every instinct telling him to roll this man and take over—show him what it felt like to be ravaged. But something inside fought those urges, something that swore this was exactly what he needed and even more importantly, what Jude needed. He wanted to give Jude what he needed. Badly.