Page 47 of Snow Globe Secrets

He never took his eyes from mine, so I had to narrate. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m using your cum to slick the way.” I could feel my balls tightening, and I knew he could feel it too. He leaned in then to whisper directly in my ear.

“That’s it, babe. Come for me.” He began kissing a sensitive spot behind my ear.

I huffed in two heavy breaths, then ordered, “Look at me,” almost not getting the command out before my entire body was awash in sensation, that joyous tightening pulling at my cock and spreading to every nerve ending. His eyes were on me right before mine closed, and my mouth opened in a silent “o”; I could feel them on me, even with my eyes shut, even as all other sight, sound, and sense left me in favor of sensation.

He held me tight as I came down, eventually whispering in my ear, “We gotta get those sheets out of the dryer.”

“Talk dirty to me,” I countered as we pulled apart. He turned to the now-freezing water and ran a cold, soapy cloth over both of us, giving my spent dick a little tug in teasing response, so of course, I couldn’t help but give his ass a slight tap when he turned around again to shut off the water. I couldn’t remember ever having as much fun with another man, or in the shower for that matter. I was elated, riding the high of my most recent orgasm, sure, but mainly I was elated just being with Austin, knowing that I could make him grunt and moan and come, but of equal importance, knowing that I was making him laugh.

I could have almost forgotten that outside world that was beckoning us if we hadn’t gotten out of the best shower of my life, dressed, made the bed, then packed up and left the house. A clump of snow falling from a tree and onto my SUV as we backed out felt like our snow globe shattering in a million pieces.

Chapter Seventeen

Austin

We had made it safely to the main highway, the roads relatively clear. The just-above-freezing temperatures helped.

Much as I wasn’t a fan, I’d offered to drive, figuring it would be easier since we were headed to my home, and Randall took me up on it after I assured him I didn’t mind driving every once in a while. I assumed he’d want time to get caught up with work, and our marathon shower hadn’t really left time for much else before we’d packed up and finally left Randall’s snow globe cabin.

“I just never thought I needed a car up at school. I never had a reason to venture far from campus before.” I smiled, my head in his direction as I backed out of his garage. A clump of snow caused us both to jump and caused me to pull my eyes back to the driveway.

Randall pulled out his phone as soon as we were on the main road.

“That wasn’t too bad,” I said, trying to hide the tension I’d felt on the more remote mountain roads near Randall’s house. “And the view down the mountain from your house in the daytime is stunning. I mean, everything about your home is stunning. I see why you picked it.”

He nodded distractedly. I glanced at the phone in Randall’s hand and guessed. “Checking in with work.”

“Sorry," he said quickly, lifting himself up to pocket his phone. “Just skimming my email.” My eyes darted down at the movement, and I reached out to stop him.

“Yeah, of course you are. I’ve kept you fairly busy the last few days.” My eyes were back on the road, but I could sense him looking at me. I was rewarded with his smile and his eyebrow shooting up above the thick frame of his glasses when I risked another quick glance his way.

“Please don’t stop,” I insisted. “Only, I think I should check in at home now that we're really on the road and can confirm that the highway has been plowed. I won’t stay on the phone long. But I waited to let them know we were leaving in case it was a shitshow out here, and we had to turn around.”

“Oh. Right. Yes, of course.” Randall fluttered.

Could he tell from my voice how much I wished it had been a shitshow, and that we’d had to turn around?

Randall had offered to let me sync my phone to his car, insisting that the driver should pick what we listened to. I threw on a holiday playlist I’d put together when I thought my dad was coming to pick me up. Randall may have rolled his eyes at me when he heard those jingle bells. The music muted itself as I hit a button on the steering wheel.

“Call Dad,” I instructed. The phone was ringing moments later, and Dad’s voice was booming through the car a moment after that.

“Austin! Hey, kiddo, how’s it going? Are you guys ever going to be able to get on the road? Have you been behaving at Randy's? Not leaving shit all over the place, are you, because …”

“Dad! Hi! I’m here, in the car, on speaker, with Randall.”

I snuck a quick peek at the man himself and mouthed the word, “Randy,” as my dad said, “Hey, Randy, how are you two making out?” I couldn’t help myself. I hit the mute button for a quick second and spoke. “I wish we were making out.”

Randall began to chastise me—“Austin”—but I shushed him and unmuted the call.

“We just made it onto the highway. The back roads are plowed but not perfect. The highway is a little better. We’re slow and steady, not a lot of traffic, which helps. How is it down your way?”

“Well, you know we didn’t get that second storm …” We could hear my mother talking in the background but couldn’t make out what she was saying. Dad responded to her. “Yeah, it’s Aus and Randy. They’re on their way … I don’t know, we haven't gotten that far yet.” And then to us, “Any idea how long you’ll be?”

“GPS says a little over five and a half hours.”

“That’s good. Not too much longer than usual. But seriously, how did you guys survive being stuck alone for two days? Did my son have his nose in a book the whole time, like he does at home? Always studying. Did he tell you he’s going to be a doctor, Randy?” my dad asked with pride, and I could sense Randall tensing up next to me.

He didn’t respond, and my dad filled the void. “He reads books, taps on his phone, and leaves his clothes all over the bathroom floor. So my apologies in advance that you’ll be sharing a bathroom with him when you get here. Did you pick up after yourself at my friend’s house, son?”