Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
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This was exactly what Snow needed. That elusive connection of sex could possibly take away the gut-wrenching images that kept playing like a movie in his head. And Jude had a beautiful body. Watching the man stretch out on the evergreen comforter stole his breath. When Jude ran his hand down his belly and touched his hard cock, Snow wanted to fall to his knees and worship him. He did the next best thing, pulling off his clothes and crawling between the man’s legs. The soft hair on Jude’s inner thighs rasped over his arms. Just that little touch brought a soft humming, moaning sound up Jude throat.
Snow nuzzled the deep groove where Jude’s leg met his hip bone, loving the sensation of Jude’s more wiry pubic hair against his cheek. He opened his mouth on that bone before kissing softly up his abdomen. He dipped his tongue in Jude’s belly button. “Jesus, your stomach makes me hard.” He licked an ab muscle, in awe of the beauty under his lips and tongue, amazed that such a striking man would give him complete access to his body. Snow wanted to worship him the best way he knew how.
He rubbed his cheek on the silky trail of hair under Jude’s belly button, followed it down until even silkier, hot skin met his cheek. He nuzzled again, then moved up, sucking one of Jude’s nipples into his mouth. Jude writhed on the bed—obviously more sensitive there than Snow—and Snow had to bury his grin against Jude’s chest. He kissed up his collarbone, sucked on his neck, then fell into a kiss that was just as fucking hot as all the ones from the night before. He brushed over Jude’s soft as hell lips, licked into his mouth and just as Jude’s hands came up and landed on his shoulders, Snow pulled back. He knew that move—knew Jude was about to start running the show, directing with his hands.
He met that beautiful, black gaze and kept it as he moved back to Jude’s lower body. He pulled that gorgeous, cut cock into his mouth and sucked it deep, using his tongue to chase the flared head, the vein that pulsed against him.
Jude cried out, stroked his fingers through Snow’s hair. “Fuck, your mouth.”
Snow took in a deep breath then sucked harder, moving his head up and down, pulling that cock deep into his throat and loving every gasp and moan he tore from Jude. This didn’t feel like any sort of sex he’d ever had. He wasn’t just after an orgasm, wasn’t trying to dominate anyone—wasn’t focusing on anything other than enjoying every inch of this man’s body while making him squirm.
He loved the squirming.
He’d needed this so badly and hadn’t even realized it.
Every time he came to the top of that beautiful prick, he swirled his tongue around the head. Jude made the most noise when he did it. He held the base of his cock in a tight fist and licked into the slit and Jude tensed underneath him, spreading his legs more, then tightening them around Snow’s arms.
He loved this. The panting, the groans. The hot skin, slick with saliva and pre-come. The vein that pulsed against his tongue made his own prick so hard, it ached. He sucked the man back into his throat and braced himself between Jude’s legs so he could use his other hand to fondle Jude’s balls. Even the hair here was soft. Snow loved the way Jude let his natural masculine state shine free. He cupped his balls, tightened the suction in his mouth.
Jude cried out and tugged on his hair in warning but Snow didn’t give him a chance to pull away. He opened his throat, sank lower and tried to swallow. It wasn’t something easily done and he seldom knew someone enough to even try.
Jude made a choking noise, went silent and tense, then released a loud yell as semen hit the back of Snow’s throat. He swallowed, slowed his movements and licked until the other man was clean. He rested his cheek on Jude’s hip. “That was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Jude stroked his hair and made an inarticulate sound, his breathing heavy and erratic.
“However, we are going to get hell when we go downstairs because I’m sure that was loud enough for Lucas and Andrei to hear.”
Jude grunted.
Grinning, Snow nuzzled into that groove again, claiming the spot for his own. He knew that noise, too—the ‘I can’t function enough to form actual words yet’ noise. It was a good noise, filling Snow with a sense of pride. Jude tugged on his hair and Snow crept up his body, stretching out until he could feel all of the other man against him. He nudged between his legs until Jude let him in, loving the rasp of hair against his hips and chest. Again, he thought about how he’d always liked men with masculine hairy legs, but always before he’d preferred smooth chests.