“Fuck, Snow. Fuck!” Jude kissed his mouth, his chin. He licked a line over the top of Snow’s mouth. “So hot. So good.” He pushed deeper.
Snow dug his feet into the covers and clenched around Jude, causing the other man to cry out and start ramming inside him with long, deep strokes. Hard fingers dug into his shoulder and that extra edge of pain lifted Snow even higher. He gasped and moaned and grabbed onto Jude’s hips.
Jude reached down and wrapped one strong arm under Snow’s knee, bringing his leg up high, opening him more for the hard, heavy thrusts. The pain had eased and the pleasure, heady and overwhelming, swept through him in crashing waves. Snow gasped and snapped his hips up as he clenched his fingers in Jude’s ass.
Jude went into a muttering frenzy.
“So hot. I knew it—” he broke off, his voice hoarse. “Knew it would feel like this!” He heaved into Snow over and over. Sweat built between them making their bodies slide together. “Stroke your dick, General.”
Snow didn’t even hesitate to wedge his hand between them. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and cried out. All the pent-up tension, the anger, the grief, everything he’d been feeling for more days than he could handle…it all rose up in Snow until he teetered on that edge of letting go. Jude growled again, leaned down, pressing Snow’s leg into his body as he kissed him. When he licked his top lip again, Snow gave up everything to the pleasure. He yelled, spilled all over his hand, all over his stomach.
Jude groaned, returned to Snow’s mouth, licking deep inside, swallowing Snow’s moans. He was sure nothing had been hotter than Jude pushing into him. He was proved wrong seconds later when the man let out a long, rumbling groan, thrust hard into him two more times, then came inside the condom. That. That was hotter.
They stayed on top of each other, breathing hard. Jude let go of his leg and fell all the way on top of him, his heart pounding against Snow’s chest. Snow felt boneless, replete, floating on the after-haze of a great orgasm. An unbelievable orgasm. The man’s weight on top of him was so good.
“Holy hell,” Jude muttered into his neck.
Snow stroked a hand down his back, enjoying the taut, sinewy muscles. The smooth, sweaty skin that felt like silk under his palm.
Jude rolled off him, kicking the covers away from his legs as he tied off the condom and dropped it into something beside the bed.
The room was still a little chilly, but it now felt good on Snow’s sweaty skin. He sprawled back on the bed, one leg still tangled with Jude’s. His fucking mind was blown, his heart hammering through his chest. His thoughts couldn’t merge into anything rational. The rest of the world had faded and dropped back so he could breathe. He’d opened himself up to this man more than he had with anyone else, let him see something he didn’t let others see. And he didn’t understand why—what made this man special?
He was gorgeous. Sexy. But he seemed so…nice. Then there was that dominant side that came out of nowhere. He liked it. A lot.
Snow turned his head and caught Jude watching him. His jaw, covered in that tenacious beard growth, tapered into a sexy, pointed chin. His nose sloped, long and elegant. He had eyes so dark a brown, they looked black in the low light. Full soft lips that Snow now knew would probably wrap his cock like a dream. When they got around to that.
Wait, when?
Snow didn’t plan beyond one-time hook-ups. Ever. But he would be pretty fucking stupid not to do this again. It was too good. And nothing like any first time he’d had with anyone else. It hadn’t even felt like a first time at all—their bodies meeting in a smooth rhythm Snow had only imagined came with familiarity before.
Jude propped his cheek on his palm and scooted closer, sliding his thigh along Snow’s. Silky hair on his leg rasped over his skin and he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. Jude placed his free hand on Snow’s belly beneath the now cold pool of his semen. He stroked his fingers through Snow’s pubic hair.
Snow needed to get up. Get out of here. He couldn’t make himself move.
Jude chuckled, patted his stomach and rolled off the bed. “I can almost feel how hard and fast your mind is working. How much you want to run. I’m getting something to clean you up. Stay there.” But he didn’t move right away, his gaze moving slowly up and down Snow’s sprawled form. “I mean it. Stay.”
Snow tucked his arms beneath his head. “Sexy fun time is over. You can drop giving the orders now.”