Page 43 of Snow Globe Secrets

I gave my ass a little shake and clenched around his fingers.

“I need your cock, babe. Hard and fast. I need to make you come.”

His fingers withdrew, and he spread my cheeks, his hard cock finding its way to my hole.

He stood behind me and grabbed one hip, leading his tip inside me with the other. He let it sit there, grasping my other hip with his greasy hand.

“Ready?” he asked, just a breath before I said, “Now.”

He started to slowly sink in, but I took matters into my own hands, shoving my ass back until I could feel his scratchy hairs against me.

I grunted on the motion, and he moaned. I rotated my hips a bit, getting used to the feel of his dick inside me, then I clenched down on him, loving the desperate grunt he made so much that I did it two more times before I said, “Now, hard and fast.”

Randall did not disappoint, rocking in and out of me slow and steady for just a few beats, pulling almost all of the way out each time before sliding back in, sometimes brushing that spot like a little tease before settling in tight, his fingers grasping my hips as he thrust and pumped into me, finding my prostate and pounding away at it over and over and over. His breathing shortened, and he grunted out his thrusts. The sounds, the smell, the feel, the location; all too soon it overwhelmed me.

I stood again, flush to his chest, and he wrapped an arm around me as we adjusted positions. I moved up and down, rocking my hips. I’d done it to free my hands, but Randall found his way to my dick first, grasping me tight before exploring the tip, grunting in pleasure at the moisture he found there.

“So hot. So ready. Are you ready, sweetheart?” I was so much more than ready, I was a sweaty, incoherent mess as I frantically thrust myself backward onto his dick and forward into his hand, the word “fuck” spilling out of me on repeat.

I tried to focus my gaze on the view out the window, but a darkness had truly descended on the snowy view of the valley and the mountain resort beyond it. What I could see was our reflections, and there was Randall behind me, looking at my mirror image with more affection than lust despite our heightened state.

Our eyes were locked as I felt my balls tighten to the point of no return. “Fuck, babe. Now, now, now!” I rambled as my orgasm began. My eyes closed of their own accord, and all I could hear was our shared grunts as Randall’s movements all but stopped, his grip tight on my cock as my inner walls constricted around him. He was back to performing little thrusts as I came to, and I opened my eyes to our reflections, to see his head arched back as he rode out his pleasure.

I gently moved his hand from my spent dick and wrapped both of our arms around my chest as I watched the beautiful man behind me let loose. He’d been grunting, but it turned into a, “Yes, yes, yes,” that ended softly, his chin back on my shoulder, his arms wrapping around me tight as he pulled out, and we straightened, arms entwined, staring at each other in the darkened window.

We both began to smile. “Wow,” he said to our reflections.

“Uh-huh,” was the most articulate response I could come up with.

Randall kissed my cheek and whispered, “Shower,” into my ear before turning around and heading up the stairs to his loft, pulling off the condom as he went. I quickly headed to the kitchen and found what I was looking for under the sink, returning to the window to clean up my handprints and the evidence of my pleasure before following Randall up the stairs.

We washed up quickly in the large multi-spray shower, and Randall asked if I wanted to watch another movie for our last night alone.

“If I pick one of those silly winter romances, will you stay awake for it?” he teased.

I didn’t reply, too busy thinking to myself that I hoped it wouldn’t be my last night alone with him. The look on my face had him saying, “What?”

“I’m kinda hungry again,” I admitted.

“Insatiable in many ways, then?”

“Well, it was a really good workout.” I did a quick squat. “I think I can skip leg day.”

Wrapped in towels, we entered Randall’s room, and he tossed me a pair of sports shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt with a stylized image of a computer on the left side and the name New Day emblazoned on one sleeve.

“New Day Tech, cool. You know, Anson Day got his undergrad at HU. There’s a building on campus with his name on it.”

“He’s an interesting guy. Did you know he’s gay?”

Randall also pulled on a pair of shorts, along with a T-shirt that had the name of my parents' college on it. I watched him pull it over his head, and when he caught me looking at it, he started to lift it back over his head.

“Wait!” I all but screamed. “I was mostly thinking, you’ve been in England for years. That shirt must be as old as I am.” I dragged a finger down the center of his chest over material softened by age.

“Older. I remember buying this my sophomore year.” He dropped to his bed. “Your dad and I had gone to the campus store to buy our books. Mind you, this was in the time before everything was digitized, so we had to actually leave the dorm and venture to the bookstore.” He let out a performative and adorable shiver.

I laughed because I had been thinking just that. The hearts shooting from my eyes may have been due to how charming he looked, feigning the chills.

“You know, I have never once had to set foot in the campus store to buy a book. I visit once a year before I go home for the holidays to buy Christmas gifts for Mom and Dad, but my textbooks? That’s all handled online.”