Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Snow tensed, obviously starting to bristle at the command, and that warmth in Jude’s gut turned to fire. He loved it when Snow got his back up. When he fought back. Jude pushed him toward the bed. Blue eyes sparked at him over a sexy, muscular shoulder and Jude made sure Snow could see every bit of the lust burning in his body through his expression. He opened himself wide and just let Snow see everything he felt.
“Fuck, Jude.” Snow sucked in a deep breath, breathing hard and staring. Then, he slowly shook his head and stretched out on the bed, his muscles tense even as he submitted to whatever Jude wanted.
So. Damn. Hot. Every time.
Jude, barely breathing, mounted him, latched onto Snow’s ear and bit down. The expected groan was his reward. Sometimes, he thought Snow liked his ears sucked more than his dick.
He let go, sat back on his heels, and looked at the gorgeous body stretched across their bed.
Jude loved everything about Snow’s form, from his lean, sinuously muscled back to his sleek, toned thighs, to his long, narrow feet. But his ass. His ass was a thing of beauty. Tight, round, and with these sexy, slight indentations on the sides, that ass turned Jude into a primal animal. He tugged Snow’s hips until his butt came up off the bed, then ran his palms over his cheeks and pressed his thumbs into his crease to open him up. Snow, knowing what was coming, quaked and pulled a pillow under his face.
Jude dove in. He placed his tongue on lightly furred balls then slowly, firmly, licked upward. He pressed into that sensitive strip of skin between his sac and hole. Snow let out a hoarse cry, writhing underneath him, and the heady pleasure that swamped Jude made him growl against Snow’s skin.
“Fuck,” Snow breathed, the word half muffled by his pillow as he spread his legs wider.
Jude feasted. He licked. He nibbled. He stiffened his tongue and fucked Snow with it. He pressed hard, stroked, and then backed off to gently take each of his balls into his mouth. He loved the musky male scent of Snow here, reveled in his taste. His textures. And he especially loved the way this act alone broke Snow down into a moaning, taut mess. He writhed and rocked his hips and twisted in a continuous, sensual movement that had Jude’s insides feeling like a ready-to-erupt volcano. The noises coming from his general’s mouth stoked the deep fire in Jude’s belly. He pulled back and licked the ultra-thin, ultra-sensitive strips of skin where Snow’s legs met his torso, holding back a laugh when Snow wiggled like it tickled. Then he threw him completely off balance by stabbing his tongue back into Snow’s ass.
Snow shouted, loud and throaty, and Jude groaned as he fucked him over and over with his tongue. His own dick felt hot and ready to explode and he whimpered when Snow tightened around him. He had to be inside there with his dick. Now.
He pulled away, ignoring Snow’s protests and groped for the lube they’d left on the bedside table. Hell, half the time, they never put it away. Used it too often. He hurriedly lubed himself as he kissed every part of Snow’s back he could reach. He was poised and ready to go in when he stopped, his brain telling him to prep Snow more.
“Now. Fuck, Jude, get inside me right the fuck now!”
The order had him gritting his teeth and pressing slowly inside his man. He had to stop halfway in, panting against Snow’s back, counting in his head so he didn’t blow too soon.
“What are you waiting for?” Snow demanded. “Fuck me now. Hard!”
A primal yell raced up Jude’s throat and erupted from his mouth as he shoved all the way inside Snow. The snug, hot channel swallowed him whole and he grunted against Snow’s shoulder as blinding hot pleasure short-circuited his brain. “Damn. I love you,” he breathed onto Snow’s skin. “Love you so fucking much.” He pulled back and thrust in, his hand tightening on Snow’s chest as he yelled again, unable to stop it, and shoved back into him.
Snow groped behind him, squeezing strong fingers onto his hip bone.
They found a rhythm, one that scrambled Jude’s brain until all he could do was hold onto Snow and move his hips back and forth, reveling in the satiny, snug heat of Snow’s body. He inhaled the scent of his skin deep into his lungs, pressed his lips to the nape of Snow’s neck. Snow suddenly shoved his face back into his pillow and screamed, his entire body going taut as he clenched around Jude so hard, he saw stars.
He came up to his knees, picked up pace, no longer holding any sort of steady rhythm as he gave in to the unadulterated passion that consumed him. He thrust hard and fast and dug his fingers into Snow’s hips. When he came, he teetered on the edge of passing out, barely holding on. His vision whited out, every muscle in his body tensing, then releasing in a rush that left him dizzy. He took a shaky breath, then slumped over Snow, who smashed flat with a grunt.