Page 42 of Snow Globe Secrets

I shut him up with a kiss, pushing him against the island. I pulled back to seek understanding in his eyes, and he explained, “You never responded.” I thought back to that moment my brain went offline and realized he was right.

“Meet me at that window in five fucking minutes.” I kissed him again and had to force myself to walk away, first to the loft where I’d returned my supplies, and then to the bathroom.

I took the world’s fastest shower and spent a few minutes preparing myself, slathering lube much faster and more aggressively than I guessed Randall would have. I was maybe a little anxious and excited to get this act of exhibition underway.

I started to wrap a towel around my waist but decided against it, exiting the room with the lube and a strip of condoms in one hand and my cock in the other. Randall stood at the window, fully clothed, taking in the view. He turned when he heard me. I took a few steps into the middle of the room but didn’t meet him.

“Strip,” I commanded.

He hesitated only a moment before tearing the sweater and T-shirt over his head, then bending to pull off his socks. I stroked myself, and he watched, clenching himself through his jeans. I was close enough to an end table to put the condoms down. I flipped open the lube with one hand and poured more into the other, reaching behind me. Randall’s grip tightened.

“Pop that button,” I said as I strained behind me, my back arched, my own cock sticking straight out ahead of me, pointing toward him and beyond that to that uncovered window.

“I am so fucking ready for you, babe. Unzip.” He let go of himself and slowly opened his pants.

“Off, now. Underwear too.” His eyes went to the window, and I thought he might call it off.

I pulled my hand back and stood up straight, about to give him an out and suggest we head up to his bed, but before I could, he dropped his pants and kicked them off. He only stood naked in front of me for a moment before he turned to face the window more fully. I could see him tugging himself as he looked out at the evergreens, highlighted with heavy snow, giving them an almost luminescent glow.

It was his turn to give the orders. “Bring the supplies.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered under my breath, and I walked toward him, stroking myself as I watched the shadow of his motions in the reflection.

“Sweetheart,” he said without looking back at me, in his “parfect” accent.

I was behind him and kissing his neck when I responded. “Yeah?”

“No.” He let out a little, nervous laugh but looked toward me as my chin rested on his shoulder.

“Don’t call me ‘sir.’ I like it better when you call me ‘babe.’”

I couldn’t help but nip his shoulder, hoping he could feel my smile.

I wrapped an arm around him and replaced his hand with mine, gently squeezing and tugging. “You ready for me, babe, because I’m so ready for you?”

A beautiful grunt was his only response. I tore off one condom packet and tossed the rest, coming around to face him but realizing it defeated the purpose if I was blocking his view. I kneeled to the side and turned him toward me before reaching up with a condom in hand.

“Open this, babe,” I said, and before he even had it in hand, I had his member in my mouth, licking and sucking and bobbing my head, my hand on my own cock, keeping time. I looked up to see him looking down in wonder. I tilted my head to the condom he held up, still sealed in its wrapper, and quirked a frown around his cock. He tore it open then, and I came off him with a pop. I kissed him quickly, then stood next to him, facing outward but watching him as he got suited up.

He kissed me and grabbed our cocks together. We kissed for minutes, naked in front of the wide expanse of window, isolated and alone with who knew how many people tucked into the forest within our view. My skin prickled with the thought, and I pulled us apart.

“Are you ready to really give the trees a show?” Randall’s hand trembled as it released us, and I looked into his eyes for confirmation.

It came in the form of him bending down to put the lube on the floor before grasping me by the shoulders and turning me toward the window. It was his turn to nip at my shoulder before he kissed his way up my neck, tickling me behind the ear as his fingertips slid down my arms to my hands.

He raised both and placed them on the cold window before he grabbed my hips and dragged them back so my ass jutted out.

“You got yourself ready for me,” he growled into my ear.

“Just like I said. I am so fucking ready for you, babe. All prepped. No teasing necessary. Just fuck me.”

Randall didn’t listen. He lubed up his cock and played around with it in my crack for a minute, tapping and brushing against my entrance, but then he backed up and picked up the lube again, gently shoving two fingers inside me, spreading the lube and stretching me. Then he glided those fingers in and out a few times, feeling around until he found what he was looking for. I arched up into him, my back to his chest as I moaned and writhed, and he chased the spot.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

I had every intention of letting him know how much, but he found the spot again, and all I could do was gasp and turn my head to him, begging for a kiss. I was open and exposed in front of that window and could have cared less. All I wanted was more of him, his lips on mine, those sneaky fingers teasing me, his hand on my cock. He had his arm wrapped around my chest, though, possessively keeping me upright as I strained my neck into our kiss, so I let my own hand find its way to my member, finding it dripping more pre-cum than I had ever produced.

I thought for a brief second about the mess and wished I had brought the towel. The thought had me smiling into Randall’s kiss, and it broke our rhythm. I gave my cock a few core-shattering tugs before purposefully bending back into place and slapping my hands on the window.