Page 166 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

My hands moved along his hips to the small of his back, palms touching his ass while my fingers slipped under his waistband, tugging it lower.

“Oh, you’re serious about this,” he said against my lips, laughing softly.

“When am I not serious?” I asked.

He kissed me and bit my lip in reply.

We had a year and a half left in the hourglass. Come the June after, I would leave Northwood and embark on a difficult journey with the NHL. I did not doubt that. Soon enough, we would be faced with the same old choice and, if history were any teacher at all, we would quietly not choose anything.

I held back the accusation that swelled inside of me, focusing on the heat of our bodies and the idyllic scenery around us. Why didn’t you stay in touch? But we had always known that this thing was temporary.

“You came back to me,” I whispered, tugging the waistband of his shorts lower, revealing inches of his flesh.

Seth sank lower onto me, pressing himself against my lap and taking my breath away. He pulled me into his arms, lifting his head so I could kiss his chin. An evening stubble covered his chin and the space above his mustache, making him cuter than ever.

My lips trailed his throat, passing over his Adam’s apple to the space between his collarbones, and down between his pecs, until he leaned so far back that my lips could press against his solar plexus and remain there, feeling his heartbeat and making me singularly aware of how precious he was to me.

Seth let go of me, afloat, pushing himself a couple of feet back and helping me take his shorts off. I pulled them down his legs, over his knees, and slipped them off, tossing them over the edge of the tub and leaving him gloriously naked and beautiful.

“There,” he said, lifting one eyebrow. “Look what you did.”

“I’m looking,” I whispered. My gaze swept his body, taking in the muscles of his torso, the sweet, sexy rolls of his waist, his smooth legs, and his thick, hard cock. I took him by the hips and pulled him close to me, supporting his back with one hand and pressing the other against his stomach, dragging it down.

I love you, I thought. I love you. I love you.

I bit my lip and wrapped my hand around his cock, watching the ripple of pleasure pass over his face. The minuscule tension rising and falling in his eyebrows, the way he winced, the tightness in the corners of his lips before he parted them and formed a round O, exhaling.

My fist moved along his cock, tension rising, pressure growing, and his moan turning louder as the fingers of my other hand dug into the flesh on his back.

A quiet moan rose from the depths of his chest as I lifted him into my lap and held him close.

In one quick move, I turned us around. Seth was in my seat, and I floated gently before him, lowering myself onto my knees and leaning in.

He put his arms back along the edge of the tub and let himself rise from the seat, body afloat, inviting, willing, defenseless.

I moved in, holding his hips high up, his abdomen, thighs, and cock above the bubbling surface, and I leaned in, parting my lips. He was delicious inside my mouth, hard and sensitive to every move of my tongue; he throbbed as I took him in.

“Oh, fuck,” Seth whispered, voice strangled as he put one hand on the back of my head and pushed me down.

I took him easily down my throat. After all, practice makes perfect, and we practiced religiously.

My left hand moved to the small of Seth’s back, keeping him afloat, while my lips sealed hard around his shaft, taking him deeper into my throat, head bobbing up and down his length with growing ease.

We had only just arrived in this white heaven. He’d agreed to be with me for Christmas. He’d picked me over his family. He’d given me the time, the adoration. He’d given me his body and soul for a few wonderful days. My plans covered every minute of the time we had carved out for one another here. And tonight, making him shiver with pleasure in the tub was the explosive little tease of the things to come.

The fingers of my right hand traveled along his torso as I took his pulsing cock deeper in, savoring every drop of precum that spread its delicious flavors over my tongue, savoring the little moans and shallow panting from Seth’s lips, savoring the texture of the prickles that rose along his skin where I touched him.

Snow fell faster, snowflakes flurrying in the breeze, casting tiny shadows under the string lights, but sweat broke over me anyway, the tub heating me up, making me breathless and flustered as I lowered myself and held my breath, choking on Seth’s cock with all I had to give him.

My right hand traveled down his thigh, moving inside and rising to his taint, feeling how hard it was. My fingers moved deeper, sliding between his cheeks, gently massaging his tight hole with the tip until he shuddered.

I could feel him relaxing. His cock didn’t throb as much, and his hole didn’t pulse under my finger, loosening slightly as I applied more pressure. He never stopped me, and I loved him for it. I loved him for the trust.

Seth pushed my head harder, impaling it on his cock and cutting off the flow of air instantly, but the move made my fingers stiffen. I thrust my hand forward, breaking through an invisible barrier and pushing my finger inside Seth.

A whimper broke from him, replaced quickly by short, shallow breaths that carried whispers of moans. My finger sank into him, into the warmth of his body, so welcoming and soothing.

I could feel the growing tightness around my knuckle for a long moment before he relaxed again, letting me move my hand back and forth. And when I found the right spot, I didn’t let him rest anymore. Each thrust was a little stronger than the one before it. I pushed moans out of Seth’s sexy body with my skillful finger, sucking him steadily, not showing him any mercy.