Page 66 of Snow Globe Secrets

I wish I could say that I slowly and seductively began working myself over. That had been my intention, but watching the back of Randall’s beautifully crimson neck and imagining what he looked like, staring at that screen, had me so worked up that I almost immediately began pumping the dildo in and out, seeking my prostate and working myself over until I was arching and writhing on the bed. I had failed in one thing. I was being very noisy. When my other hand found my cock again, I let it. Giving up and giving in.

“Now, Randall. I need you now!”

Damned if the fucker didn’t let out a small chuckle. “This is the last one,” he said calmly as he typed away at his response. With all the willpower of a superhero, I released myself and slowed down the thrusting in my ass. The toy was still making me crazy, and I wanted to pull it out in frustration, but I wanted more for Randall to see his gift in use. I splayed my hands and legs and waited, slowing down but still rocking. I simply couldn’t stop.

I didn’t have to wait long before Randall tapped at a few last keys with an exaggerated flourish, spelling out, “T H E E N D,” though I assumed that was not what he was sending to a colleague via email.

As he said the final letter, he stood quickly, the office chair rolling away from him until it hit the bench at the foot of the bed. He turned around, but our view of each other was partially blocked by the damn chair. With a grunt, Randall shoved it aside. He leaned forward as if to climb on the bed but straightened up instead, taking me in.

I did the same, watching his shining eyes as they bore into me, his gaze hot and heavy lidded. He was looking at the toy as I took in his body, from his head to his flushed chest, stopping to salivate over his angry red dick, leaking and rock hard and so, so ready.

I was ready too. Without taking my eyes from him, I patted the bed, tossing the lube in his direction. “Do not be gentle. I need this thing out of me. I need you to take it out of me, and I need you to fuck me, like, right now.”

His look was so adorably serious that it sent a surge through me that had my pulsating dick spouting. We both watched as pre-cum dribbled down my cock. I could barely wait as he reached for the lube, so I scrambled to turn over and onto my hands and knees, but Randall’s hand slapped down on my ankle to hold me in place. His loud, “No!” softened as he explained, “Like this. I need to see you.” Part of me really wanted to flip over and shake my ass while making a joke about how he was seeing the best part of me, but my God, the look in his eye, stopped me in my tracks, that hand on my ankle, possessive and warm and scorching hot all at the same time.

I spread my legs wider, feet flat on the bed as he put on a condom and lubed up, never taking his eyes from mine. My cock was leaking, and my every instinct screamed at me to move my hips and rock that toy, but I held his gaze and kept my body still, the anticipation ramping up my excitement and frustrating me all at one pulsing, vibrating time.

He climbed on the bed between my legs, our eyes still locked, then with one hand on his cock, he reached for the toy with the other. He paused, and I nodded. “Now, babe.”

He pulled it out and moved forward, a delicious smile on his face. “Right fucking now,” he said as he shoved into me with one powerful thrust, just like I had asked, just like I wanted.

“Not going to last,” he huffed as he grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg onto his hip.

“Come for me, babe.”

“I’ve never been driven so crazy. Not in my whole life. Sitting there …”

He lost the power of speech as he pounded into me, over and over. But I knew exactly what he meant.

“Sitting here, babe. Watching you work. Picturing you leaking. Not touching yourself. So fucking hot.” He found my spot then, but I wasn’t done talking. As he set my body on fire over and over again, I shouted, “So fucking hot,” once more, the word “hot” transforming into a grunt that felt like it would never end, like I wanted the feeling to never end while at the same time I chased the final goal.

“Together,” I shouted, clenching down on him. My grunts continued, interspersed with the words “harder” and “faster.” When he nodded, I grabbed my dick, pumping and squeezing. His grip on my leg tightened, and the eyes that had been holding mine with such hunger and such care, closed.

“Yes, babe,” I whispered.

“Now, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, his eyes flashing open long enough to see my first spurt of cum shoot out toward his stomach. His eyes closed again as his neck arched back, his movements becoming erratic until he stilled altogether, grunting as he filled the condom.

“Beautiful,” I said, my hand relaxing on my stomach, the other behind my head. He was flushed, his gaze so humble when he opened his eyes that I could just picture the back of his neck brightening to an even deeper red.

There was a slight no to the shake of his head. “What am I going to do with you?” he questioned.

“Come here,” I pleaded, opening my arms. He pulled out slowly, standing to tie off the condom and toss it in the small garbage can tucked under the deck. “I’ll take care of that later,” he muttered as he turned back around to find me still with open arms.

His sigh and shake of the head seemed to echo his question as he climbed back up between my legs and dropped down on top of me. I enclosed him in my arms, enjoying the warmth of his body next to mine, finding peace in the up and down of our breathing and the thud of our hearts, beating chest to chest.

We may have both started to doze, and something may or may not have triggered me awake. I don’t think we’d been resting long when I muttered, “Don’t fall asleep on me, babe. We’ve got to get ready for dinner.”

Randall held me tighter as he stretched his body out on top of me. Our bodies were intertwined, and heat surged through me as Randall came alive above me. I shifted, seeking his lips, hoping for round two, when we heard the garage door open.

“Fuck,” we said in unison, and I would think later about how cute it was that we’d said the same thing at the same time. In the moment, all there was, was a nervous energy. We jumped up and stood still for a beat, still naked, flushed and cum stained.

“Clothes,” we said again at the same time; seriously, it was like we were made for each other, bending simultaneously and scooping material up off the floor, throwing clothing items at each other. I was pulling on a pair of underwear, his as it turned out, as he hopped into his jeans, opting to go commando. I rushed into my jeans and T-shirt, scooping up the hoodie I had been wearing as well as my underpants, and shoving them under the bed.

“Dildo,” Randall croaked out.

“Fuck.” I nervously shook out the sheets until I found it and shoved it under the bed as well.

I rose to find him dressed and holding two socks out to me. They were mismatched and the only two to be found. “Fuck it,” I said, taking them from him and shoving them under the bed. I smoothed Randall’s hair down, and he raked his fingers through mine, fluffing it up and not attempting to tame it. I shrugged, sure that my parents wouldn’t think anything of seeing me with messy hair.