Page 74 of Snow Storm

“I want to fuck you. I want to lose myself in you,” Claude told him as he finally pulled out. Harley hated the feeling of being empty, but it was better with Claude’s body pressing him into the bed.

Harley’s hand moved out, searching until he found where Claude was hard and throbbing against the bed. “Let me recover for a minute, then I can get on top.”

“No. No, my love. Like this.” Claude rolled Harley onto his side, then took one of his legs and hooked it backward over his hip. He was open again, cock hanging in the air, asshole twitching and pressed against Claude’s dick. “Let me fuck you like this.”

“Yes,” Harley groaned. In that position, it wouldn’t be a hard fuck, but it would be a deep one. It was the perfect angle to hit his prostate, and he knew Claude would be relentless. He would nudge his cock against it over and over until Harley lost his mind.

Exactly the way he’d asked to be taken apart.

“Hold yourself open for me,” Claude ordered as he rolled away. Harley reached behind him to spread his cheeks as helistened to his lover rummage in his nightstand. He was on edge, desperate, needy, feeling strangely alone.

But before the feeling could overwhelm him, Claude’s body was back. It was warm and pressing. Two fingers brushed along his hole again, this time slick with lube. He let out a relieved groan as he was filled again. Not enough—but he would be soon.

“More,” he begged.

Claude added a third finger, stretching him wide—almost to the point of painful. And when it was nearly too much, he let go. Harley’s body collapsed against the bed, but he was only given a second of reprieve. Claude gripped his dick and positioned it against Harley’s hole, and then thrust forward.

It was a slow slide, filling him up inch by inch until he was bottomed out. Harley released his hands, pressing one into the bed, lifting the other to the pillows above him, and Claude’s fingers found his own.

“I love you like this,” Claude murmured against his ear. He began careful, stiff thrusts against him. “Love watching your body respond to me. Love the way you fall apart in my arms. Love that I’m the only one who can give you this.”

“Yes.” Harley panted in time with his own thrusts backward. “Yes. Please. I need…I need…”

“What, my love?”

His love. He’d been saying that for a while now. Hislove. Did it mean what Harley was desperate for it to mean?

“Hold me when you make me come. I need you to hold me.”

Claude’s arms immediately closed around him, one hand trailing down his sternum. He took his time, nudging Harley’s prostate with every roll of his hips. His cock was so hard, throbbing and stretching him, and Harley was pretty sure he was close to losing his mind entirely.

He was on the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain, and he could feel his climax hovering. Just a few strokes would do it.A whispered word, a kiss on his neck, and those gorgeous hands bringing him over the edge.

Claude closed fingers around his cock and held tight. “Like this?”

“More,” Harley begged.

Claude stroked him once—root to tip as he thrust forward.

“More,” Harley begged again.

Claude obeyed. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t keeping any rhythm. It was a tease—a promise of more to come, but he was drawing it out. Harley’s vision was foggy now, his hips trying to take what he wanted, but Claude wouldn’t let him.

“You come on my command,” his lover whispered against his ear. “Not before, not after. Do you understand?”

Harley’s body lit up with heat. Fuck. “Yes. Yes. But…please…I’m ready.”

“Not yet. Let me have you a little while longer. Let me feel you. Watching you fall apart on my cock is all I have ever needed.” He switched to French again, the words lost to him but the tone speaking the same language as he had been before. This meant as much to him as it did to Harley. This was important.

Theywere important.

Harley was falling in love, and he was pretty sure Claude was falling right beside him.

“Mon âme.”

“Yes.”

“Je veux que tu jouisses,” Claude said very carefully. Then he gripped Harley tight, stroked him hard and fast as he repeated in English, “I want you to come. Now. Right now.”

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