Page 30 of Texas Snow


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He brayed like a donkey until he could barely catch his breath. His unguarded, unsexy laughter filled my chest with happiness, and I was struck with the realization that this was the only time I’d have a chance to hear it.

My good mood dropped to the soles of my feet.

“Are you done?” I asked, unable to pull off any real grumpiness.

He wrapped his arms around me and smashed his face into my pecs. “Mm. Almost, Raff. I’m just trying to imagine the nicknames they had for you behind your back.”

“Shut up,” I said, but I didn’t mean it.

“Magic the Dorkening,” he said, barely able to talk for laughing so hard. “The Great Nerd-dini.”

“Shutup,” I grumped, my mood climbing.

I just couldn’t be low around him.

Finally, Jesse settled and picked up the soap. Despite the tight space, we sudsed each other up very thoroughly. Facing him away from me, I massaged his shoulders and hips until his moans grew pornographic.

Now that he was good and horny, we rinsed and toweled off, then walked, naked, to the bedroom. I pushed him down against the bed and kissed the hell out of him. I hadn’t planned on kissing him at all—that was pretty personal for what we were doing—but I had to taste his mouth.

Fuck, he was delicious.

I arranged him against the pillows, and he wrapped his hands behind his knees, pulling his legs back, exposing his hole to me.

I leaned in to run my tongue over the bunched skin.

“Your mouth is lethal,” he choked out.

I responded by pushing my tongue inside him, fucking him with it until he began to relax. When hestarted to get noisy, I switched it up and started lapping at his nipples while pressing two slicked fingers inside him. I dotted kisses along his neck and collarbones, twisting him up as I owned his body, slow and steady.

“Fucking tease,” he grumbled, his body giving way to my fingers.

I eyeballed the condoms on the nightstand.

“I’m on PreP,” I said, crooking my fingers.

“Prison doc—fuck, right there—cleared me.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “I haven’t done bareback in so fucking long.”

“If I don’t get the opportunity to see my cum dripping out of this perfect hole, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

He nailed me with a look I felt in my nuts. “Can’t have that, now, can we?”

I slicked myself with the lube as he brought his knees to his chest. I hovered over him for a moment, taking in the pretty halo of hair. I then lowered my hips, pushing into his pliant, willing body.

“Jesus, your ass is the most perfect thing on this planet.”

“And the way your cock curves up just so…”

I grinned, lightly hooking my hips as I thrust in and out of him. His eyes never left mine, and I didn’t know why it felt this good to look into them.

But it did. Itsodid.

We stayed in that space for a while, slow fucking, locked onto each other. Finally, I began to speed up, drinking in his cries and moans, wondering how thehell I was ever going to arrange to see him again. Because I had to see him again after this. There was no way I couldn’t.

Did he trust me enough to tell me where he was going?

I reached between us, stroking him, watching his face as his body reacted to the pleasure. He came on a shout, and I followed soon after, reveling in his heat.

Please trust me.