Page 37 of Snow Storm

Harley’s breath trembled on his exhale. “I can be so good for you.”

Claude reached for the condom and tore the box open, grabbing the little strip. He broke one away, then carefully set it against Harley’s palm. “Put this on me.”

Harley managed it, fingers stiff with his nerves. He handled Claude roughly, but it felt amazing. His dick gave a twitch as Harley stroked him, and it got a little thicker. He still had some time before his pill wore off, but not forever, and he didn’t want to deal with the disappointment of it ending too soon.

“Lean against my chest. I’m going to open you up.” Claude popped the cap on the lube and coated his fingers. “Don’t come.”

“I’ll try,” Harley said, his voice thready and weak. He was limp against Claude’s chest, but that didn’t last long. Tension raced up his spine as Claude circled two fingers around his hole. His breath left in a small groan, and Claude basked in the sound.

“That’s right,” he murmured. He pushed one finger inside, feeling the way Harley squeezed around him. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get his cock inside this man. “You like that?”

“Mm. I like it. I really, really like it.”

It was the awe in his voice that had Claude wondering how often his shitty ex took time with Harley to learn him. How often had he spent time paying attention to what this gorgeous,perfect man needed? He was willing to bet everything he had to his name that the answer was none.

“Relax. Breathe. Just feel me,” Claude urged. He used his free hand to stroke up and down Harley’s spine until he went completely boneless. He turned his face, mouthing against Claude’s neck, groaning softly every time Claude managed to hit his prostate. “Just like that. Yes, mon chéri. Mon ange. You are so good.”

Harley’s moan sounded almost like a sob. His hips moved restlessly, seeking but not finding what he was looking for. And Claude was in no hurry to give him the climax he wanted. He added a second finger instead, stretching Harley wide, his cock twitching at the sound of the desperate moans escaping Harley’s throat.

“Enough now?” Claude asked after a short forever.

Harley nodded, lifting his head. His eyes were red and glazed, his lips parted on his panting breath. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

Harley looked almost afraid to ask for what he wanted. But Claude was patient. “I…I can’t say it. Please don’t make me.”

Claude half considered making him—pushing him—but he could see Harley was truly struggling, and he took pity on him. “Okay. It’s okay, chéri. You want me inside you?”

Harley bit his lip and nodded, his breath speeding up.

“Then lift up,” Claude said as he withdrew his fingers. As Harley lifted onto his knees, Claude took another dollop of lube and stroked himself through the condom. His cock was still stiff, still waiting. He held it in a firm grip, then used his other hand to guide Harley over him. “Just like that,” he said. He felt his dick catch Harley’s rim. “Yes, go ahead. Take it. Take me.”

Harley’s eyes closed, his head falling back on his shoulders as he sank down. He took Claude in an easy slide, his thighstrembling as he let his weight rest fully, and after a beat, he rolled his hips and let out a chest-deep moan.

“How does it feel.” Claude used his clean hand to touch Harley’s chin, urging his eyes to open. “Tell me, how does it feel now that my cock is stretching you open.”

“So good. I want to…to—” His voice dropped to silent, and his lips formed the wordmove.

Claude grinned. His legs were beginning to spasm a little, but he ignored them in favor of gripping Harley by the hips. “So move. Take what you want. I want to watch you get off on my dick.”

Harley’s eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but no words came. Instead, he lifted up until only the head of Claude’s dick was stretching him open, and then he sank back down. It was tender and slow the first time, then a little harder the second time.

“Yes,” Claude murmured. He pressed his hands to the tops of Harley’s thighs and met his gaze. “Take me. Harder. Faster.”

Harley obeyed, almost like he had no choice. His cheeks flushed red as his hips rose and fell, and Claude felt his orgasm rising—powerful and hot in the center of his chest. Coming was different now than it had been before the accident. Sometimes it wasn’t as good, but he was now starting to realize with the right person, it was so much better.

He’d never felt this way before. He couldn’t look away from Harley—from his parted lips, his flushed cheeks, the frantic expression on his face as he rolled his hips with every rise and fall, trying to find the right spot.

And when he did find it—when Claude’s cock grazed his prostate—the noise he let out carried through the entire house. Claude wouldn’t have been surprised if they heard it all the way up at the resort. Harley’s head dropped forward, bowed overClaude’s chest as he slammed down in rapid succession—over and over,thwap, thwap, thwap.

Skin against skin.

He was shuddering, punched-out moans being dragged from his chest. It took all of Claude’s restraint not to touch Harley’s weeping dick, but he knew he could do this. He knew he could come this way.

“Take it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself come.”

“I’m—I,oh,” Harley babbled. His thighs trembled, and he ground down hard, rolling his hips. And then, as heat fully enveloped Claude from the force of his orgasm, he watched as Harley’s dick gave a hard throb, then hot, white spurts shot out, hitting Claude in the chest.

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