Page 65 of Snow Globe Secrets

I ran up the rest of the stairs and turned at the top, waiting for Randall to meet me there. We were face-to-face, and we both leaned in, smiling. But I pulled back almost immediately, gripping Randall by the arms and turning him toward the guest room door.

“You have email to answer. Or code to produce, or whatever.”

“Austin …”

“Go.” I gave him a little push in that direction. “Oh, and Randall.”

He turned quickly, a fire in his eyes. “Please be naked while you’re doing it.”

Randall let out a little choked sound of surprise, but he reeled it in, tilting his head as I pointed. He went into the guest room, and I took a quick trip to the bathroom before following to find him standing in front of the desk, powering up his computer. I dropped the shaving kit on the bed and began to unzip the winter jacket I still wore.

“Clothes off, babe.”

We stood facing each other, peeling off our clothes, one piece at a time. When we were both naked, I pulled out the desk chair and guided Randall to a seated position.

“I don’t know how you expect me to get any work done …”

“What do you need to do?”

He shook the mouse to awaken his laptop’s screen. “Just root through about a hundred emails. It shouldn’t take too long.”

“Start rooting,” I insisted as I bent down and began picking up our clothes, folding them into two stacks on the bench in front of the bed.

When I was done, I retrieved the shaving kit and propped myself up at the head of the bed. The noise of the zipper had Randall turning around, his eyes wide, his cock protruding from his lap. I smirked as I asked, “How far along are you?”

“Got through about twenty-five of them. No emergencies so far.”

I pulled the dildo out of the bag. “That’s great, babe. You don’t mind if I keep myself busy while I wait for you, do you?” I smirked, setting the bag aside and pulling the lube from it while Randall watched.

“Those emails aren’t going to answer themselves, babe.”

The sound that Randall made reminded me of the grunts that had come out of his mouth at his perfect cabin in the woods. His eyes were on the toy as his hand grasped his cock.

“No touching, babe. That’s mine. And no peeking. Now turn around and get your work done. I promise I’ll be quiet.”

Randall gave his cock one last tug before swiping at the tip and licking his finger. I moaned as my own cock twitched. Randall made a point of looking at my excited member before slowly turning the chair around, his finger still in his mouth.

Slowly his hand found the mouse again. He sat up straighter in his chair, and I could see that red splotch that I had come to love, bursting on the back of his neck. Once I heard the first click of the mouse, I echoed it with a click of the lube cap, releasing the gel onto my fingers and reaching between my legs.

I hissed a sigh when the cool gel met my furled flesh, and Randall froze at the computer. I imagined he was fighting not to turn around.

“How’s your count?”

“Sixty-one to go.”

“Mmm,” I huffed, my finger breaching my hole. “That’s so good. You’re doing so good.” He was back to clicking and reading and occasionally typing as I slid down on the bed, the blanket rustling beneath me. I sought out my prostate and swiped at it once, twice, causing a zing to pop through my body, culminating in a loud moan. “So good.” My elbow jostled the toy next to me, and I pulled my finger away, applying more lube and working a second finger in with the first.

The bedding continued to rustle and the headboard to gently tap against the wall as I began to rock slowly, savoring the intrusion. Randall inhaled deeply, letting it out long and slow, his spine speaking volumes in its rigidity.

I focused on the red splotch on the back of his neck as I loosened myself up. Before long, the snick of the lube cap opening filled the room. I watched as Randall’s shoulders practically reached his ears. I picked up the toy, holding it out in front of me to slick as if willing him to turn around and watch. He didn’t, and the fact that he was following my directions was hotter than what I was doing behind his back.

I positioned myself and the toy, and the sound had Randall huffing, his eyes locked on the computer screen.

“Yes,” I hissed, unbelievably turned on by the pale cream of his neck against the fire-red patch practically pulsing down its center.

“Almost done,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, me too,” I huffed as the toy sank in. My other hand, almost of its own accord, pressed down on my raging dick. I put pressure on it momentarily but decided it was unfair for me to be touching mine while he wasn’t touching his.