Malix said I looked like a goddess when I jerked off him and Kian, and right now, I feel like one. I feel wild and free as I take Frost deeper into my throat, swallowing around him when he pauses with his cock buried inside me. My hands slide around to clutch at his ass as he fucks my face, breathing loudly in the small cocoon of the shower.
I can feel him thickening against my tongue, and I know he must be close. So I push him even further.
Keeping one hand on the firm roundness of his ass as it flexes with each thrust, I slide the other between his muscled cheeks until I find the puckered hole between them. I slip one finger inside, and Frost lets out a roar.
At first, I think he’s pissed at me for sticking a finger up his ass. But then his hips jerk forward in two more harsh thrusts and he spills his release down my throat, shuddering and shaking with each jet of cum that erupts from his shaft. I swallow it, sliding my finger deeper into his ass as I do, and his upper body bows over me as if he can’t even manage to remain upright.
When his cock finally softens a little, the last few droplets wrung out of him, I draw back, gasping for air. My throat is a little raw, but when I look up into Frost’s face, I don’t even care about that.
His pupils are large, darkening his light blue eyes, and his lips are parted slightly. His chest rises and falls, and despite his clearly heightened emotions, the dark shadow marks on his body are mostly still.
I slip my finger out of his ass, and he shivers again, reaching down to haul me up and pull me into his arms. His lips find mine, and he kisses me like he’s been wanting to do it this whole time.
When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine.
“Did you like that?” I murmur, holding on to him and delving my fingers into the wet hair at the nape of his neck.
His whole body shudders one last time, as if the question alone was a turn-on.
“Yes,” he murmurs roughly. “So much.”