Page 156 of Snowed In

“Say it then. Say, ‘fuck me, Wren.’”

He blushes, and it’s so endearing.

“Please…fu—fuck me, Wren.”

I groan at that, at his naughty mouth, and move up to kiss him roughly, pushing a third finger inside just as my tongue plunders, taking what’s mine. He lifts his hips and fucks back against my hand, taking me so well. He always does. He’s so eager.

“You want to ride me?” I ask when I finally move my mouth from his.

His lips are spit-slick and red.

“It might be easiest and you can control it.”

“No, I want you to be in control. I want you to take me. Missionary style and then later, doggy.”

I moan at that and then grab the lube, shuffling back down his perfect body and stuffing more of the liquid inside of him, making sure he’s open and wet, so my cock doesn’t hurt when it pushes inside of him.

And then I wet my own cock, making sure it’s slick enough to slide in before slotting it right at his hole.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want you to take me, Wren.”

The sweet way he says that makes me drop my lips to his, pushing into his mouth just as I push into his hole. My pierced cockhead pops inside and he gasps, his legs falling open wider as I continue to kiss him through any sting of pain.

“Okay?” I ask, nearly breathless.

“Oh gosh, so good,” he moans and then reaches down to grab my ass, sliding me further inside of him, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated and fuck, the way he clenches around me, the heat of him. It’s too good.

“You feel so damn right, Christian.”

“So do you,” he says, his hands moving through my hair. “I love it.”

“Me too. I fucking love this. Love fucking you.”

I arch my hips back and then slowly push back into him, making him cry out.

“Wren! Yes! Your piercing…ah!”

I don’t stop after that; I continue to work him over the edge, leaning down to nip at his Adam’s apple, his chin, and lips until he’s crying out my name and spilling across his abdomen. That makes my own release crest and I follow him over a minute later, filling up his virgin ass with my cum.

When I finally pull out, I fall to his side and he looks at me with such adoration that my heart nearly bursts from it. I can’t stand it and yet I want more of it.

“I…I love you,” he says softly, looking almost shy as he utters those words.

They settle somewhere in my chest and bloom rapidly. I feel warm all over, like I’m standing right under the sun.

“You don’t know that,” I reply softly.

“I do,” he says and then reaches out and touches my cheek tenderly. “You don’t have to say it back, but…I can’t help how I feel.”

“It’s only been a month.”

Hegrins at me and then sighs, turning his gaze back at the ceiling, his eyelids drooping.

“Doesn’t matter. Think I’ve been into you for ages. But having you like this…well, can’t help how I feel. I love you, Wren. Deal with it.”

I don’t know how he can be so open with his feelings, but it makes something broken inside of me stitch together and when I press into him, our bodies slipping into sleep, I can’t help but think that maybe I could feel the same thing.

And when his breathing turns into soft snores, I whisper into his ear.

“Love you, too.”