“Why not? It’s fucking snowing outside. What else are we gonna do?”
I tipped the empty wine bottle and stood abruptly. “I’ll grab a couple of waters. Want anything else to eat?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t shut me down now. This is just getting good,” he grumbled. “Take a seat and tell me all your filthy lumberjack secrets. My imagination is running wild with hot guys in plaid flannel shirts swinging their dicks—I mean, their axes. Don’t leave me hangin’.”
I barked a laugh, allowing him to pull me onto the sofa. “I’m afraid I’ll have to. I don’t kiss and tell, and you should be happy I’m discreet.”
“I am, but I’m a bisexually curious guy with limited experience, remember? I want to know things.”
I regarded Silas thoughtfully, searching his handsome features for clues. Everything about our encounter was a freak accident of sorts. A product of the weather and circumstance. If today had gone as planned, I’d be making dinner for the kids while they did homework or fought over what show we should watch afterward. But they were at their mom’s, and I was here…with a man I’d known for less than twenty-four hours.
Still, I let the silence gather. One night with a stranger, no strings and no expectations, sounded pretty damn nice. Silas was passing through. He’d be gone in a week, maybe less.
But tonight…
“Why don’t I just show you instead?” My voice rumbled, low and huskier than usual.
His Adam’s apple slid in his throat as his gaze dipped to my mouth. “Yeah.”
I wordlessly slipped to my knees and tugged at the elastic of his long johns. The second Silas lifted his hips, I dove for his cock and swallowed him whole. He moaned aloud, raking his fingers in my hair. I played with him—deep-throating him while I fondled his balls, then licking his tip like a kitten till he growled in frustration.
I pulled away with a taunting half grin, jacking him slowly. “Want more?”
“Ungh! Yes.”
I winked, still stroking him. “Take it.”
Fire burned in his eyes as understanding dawned. Silas grabbed my head in his hands, thrust his cock between my lips, and fucked my mouth. I scratched at his upper thigh and sucked like a hoover, humming on the downstroke.
Silas muttered unintelligibly, tightening his grip and losing his rhythm. He was close. I redoubled my efforts and was almost immediately rewarded with a panicky grunt followed by sweet surrender. He cried out a warning I didn’t heed.
I swallowed every drop and sucked him dry.
“Holy…fuck,” Silas panted, flopping onto the cushions. “That was…”
I licked my lips, stroking myself as I straddled his thighs. “Too much?”
“No, it was…” He blinked wildly, his gaze fixed on my cock.
“Mmm. Fuck.” I gasped as my balls tightened and a telltale tingle of pleasure skittered along my spine.
My body tensed, and there was really no point in pretending I could last another second. I painted his stomach in cum, trembling through a wave of aftershocks.
Silas ran a finger through the mess and sucked the digit clean. The bold move surprised me.
“I think I like you,” he said in a silky, self-satisfied tone.
I fisted a handful of his thick hair, pulled his head back, and licked the column of his neck, loving his low, greedy growl.
“Good. You can return the favor.”
And that was how we spent the rest of the night and the early morning hours.
We didn’t bother with clothes or unnecessary niceties. I didn’t care about his former career, his divorce, or his sexual prowess with other men. All that mattered was now. His skin was warm, his mind sharp and curious. The only side effect of his brush with hypothermia seemed to be a voracious appetite for carnal exploration. I could live with that.
Touching, licking, twisting, writhing, hungry kisses, and soft sighs. I barely noticed the storm raging through the living room window. It was a whiteout with howling winds and never-ending snow. But inside…it was heaven.
Our conversations post-orgasms were a mix of meandering non sequiturs and halfhearted debates about popular music or movies from the early 2000s. We were passing time in a bubble where nothing and no one could reach us. This was a fragile thing, and yet it felt safe.
