Page 30 of Snow Globe Secrets

It didn’t take very long for our breathing to sync. My mind wanted to race and think about everything that was wrong with that moment, but the massaging water, the pleasant scent, and the embrace of the man behind me won out. The soft whir of the bubbler drowned out all thought, and I could feel myself snuggling even closer, curling in and tucking under my lower leg. In a lazy motion, Austin adjusted to accommodate me, dropping one arm to my bent leg and tightening his grasp on me with the other.

We stayed like that for many minutes, and I don’t ever remember feeling more comfortable around another human. There was no thought to it when I curled in even more, kissing his glistening bicep and following it up to his shoulder, turning into him as I followed his clavicle, straddling him as my kisses traveled up his neck, over his Adam’s apple, and behind one ear. He slid down further, grasping my hips as I picked a spot behind his ear, where I sucked and kissed until I knew I’d leave a mark. Austin’s hair was shaped around his ears. His strawberry-blond curls wouldn’t hide what I was up to. Hopefully, his ear would.

Austin made one of those guttural, almost primal noises, and sank down a little bit more, adjusting his neck to allow me access, but the move made me realize how possessive I was being, so I pulled back.

“More,” he moaned, and he drew me close, his hardening cock brushing my leg. I hesitated, but he pulled me tighter, positioning himself so that our dicks found each other in the water. His eyes were closed, and he removed one hand while grasping me even closer with the other. He glided that hand from between my shoulder blades and up my neck until his grip tightened in my hair.

“Don’t stop. Mark me, babe. Make me yours. No one will know, but it will be right-the-fuck there.” From the nape of my neck, he guided me back down, offering his neck like I was some kind of cinematic vampire. I resumed my work on the spot that was blooming a deep red on his pink skin, flushed as he was from the steam of the room.

Once I was licking and sucking and kissing him again, his fingertips glided down my spine, stopping just below the small of my back. The featherlight trip down my spine had my body on fire, and when his finger found the dimple just above my crack, we both moaned. He grazed up and down the small of my back, never going lower than the dimple. The combination of the touch, the heat, and whirl of the water on the lower half of my body, in contrast to the cooler air on my upper half, had goose bumps prickling all over me. I began to undulate above him in time to the up-and-down strokes of those fingertips. His hips followed mine in a dance that kept time with the pattern of the water whirling around us.

I pulled off again, but we kept moving: up, down, up, down, together, in sync. He sat up straighter to seal his lips on mine, and his fingers traveled around under the water, never not touching me as he caressed my glutes, my hips, my thighs. He was brushing against my cock, which was brushing against his, but only tangentially, as his fingers grasped my inner thigh.

“When I mark you, it’s going to be right here,” he said with confidence, but I could sense the question there as well, the desire for my consent. I wished my response could be more coherent, but all I could do was grunt and nod as our lips found each other again, and he turned his hand until he was grasping my dick.

“Want to watch you,” he said as he sat up and lifted me in the water until my legs were out from under me, and I could wrap them around his hips. He slid, and I leaned back, arching and wrapping around him. There was a flash, just a moment, when I thought about being self-conscious, splayed out over him as I was. But my desire was too great. I needed to continue, I needed to get off, and I needed him to watch me as much as he wanted to.

Even more than that, I needed to be touched, to be caressed, by him.

“Please,” I begged unabashedly, thrusting up, my hard cock breaking the surface. His grip tightened around me, and he began to pump as I tightened my legs around his waist and used the leverage to rock into him. My eyes were closed tight. I was all sensation, the splash of the water, the feel of my muscles tight around him. The feel of him, stroking and squeezing me. His cock hard but ignored between us.

My focus became all-consuming. I needed to climax more than I needed my next breath, to feel the crescendo that was building inside me, to know exactly how he could make me come undone. He was in command, moving me and himself upright.

The sound of his voice boomed all around me in my hyperaware state as he demanded, “Look at me.” My eyes flew open immediately. We were on our knees. He was stroking me with one hand and himself with the other. I looked down at our two cocks, separate but rocking and being stroked in tandem.

“At me,” he growled, and my eyes flew up. I could feel myself cresting, and I was torn between wanting him to ride the wave with me and my need to get off.

“Are you going to come for me?” I demanded, and his eyes widened.

That grunting sound was back as his hands abruptly stopped but only long enough to wrap around my back, his lips seeking mine as he grabbed us both in hand.

He pulled away from my lips with a violent tug as if he couldn’t bear not to be looking at me. “Can’t wait to learn everything you like. Fuck you in every single corner of the fucking open space out there. Watch you come. Make you come. Come for me now, babe.” His words were insistent, frenzied but as sincere as they were naughty.

I think he was going for a second “now,” but he started to keen instead, leaning back and managing to demand one more time, “Fucking watch me come for you.”

He held my dick still, focused on his own pleasure, arching back as he pumped himself just above the water line. My eyes were locked on his, my hands digging into his hips, my “yeses” encouraging him until he had wrung every drop out of himself.

I placed a hand in the center of his chest. “Lie back.”

“Nuh-huh,” he said, shaking his head no. Instead, he moved me bodily again, hoisting me and tucking me into the far corner, where a small counter extended from the curve of the tub to the corner of the wall. It was his turn to place a palm on my chest, and I followed the command, leaning back into the corner.

He held my dick upright, not losing eye contact with me as he bent down and took me in his mouth. We’d come too far for playing and teasing. Without preamble, he was sucking and running his tongue over a vein that ran along the underside of my cock. My dick is not thick, but I’ve been told that it’s rather long, and Austin seemed on a mission to take me deeper and deeper with each bob of his head. Eventually, he found a depth that worked, and he began bobbing in earnest, gagging noises accompanying my huffs as that crescendo I’d been riding returned and washed over me. I yelled his name as I came, and part of me couldn’t imagine ever coming again without thanking him and worshiping him and yelling the name “Austin” every time.

Chapter Thirteen

Austin

He slumped even further into the corner, his feet in the water, head back, eyes closed. The jets had turned themselves off at some point, and the room was quiet until I moved and caused the water to splash. It was cooling as I sat back on my heels and admired the man before me, sated and relaxed, a subtle hint of a smile on his face.

He opened one eye to confirm I was staring at him, and his smile brightened.

“I’m gonna need a nap.”

“You just keep having really good ideas,” I teased. “How about you crash on the couch, and I’ll start lunch. Do you think you could eat a little something?”

He shrugged without moving from his slumped position.

“Okay. Let's get you out of here before you fall asleep in that corner.” I chuckled at him.