Page 20 of Frost
“Immortality kinda seems like a curse,” I whisper, grazing my fingertip up and down his abs. “Everyone you meet, everyone you fall in love with, will eventually die.”
“Now you see why I’ve never been in love.” Jack grabs my hand and lifts it to his chest. “I guard my heart and don’t let anyone in. It’s much too painful.”
He doesn’t need to say it for me to know: his statement includes me too. No matter what I feel for him—this unexplainable attraction and connection—he won’t let anything more than sex come of it.
“Enough of this sad shit,” I say, running a hand up his thigh and squeezing the side of his ass. “Less talking and more doing.”
He smirks. “I like the way you think.”
“If you like the way I think, you should see the way I fuck.”
A delighted chuckle leaves him as I rise up and kiss his chest. The sound pierces my heart and warms it at the same time.
Jack’s known heartache, loss, and pain, yet he hides it all behind a playful smile. In the same moment when he paints the land in ice, bringing winter and beauty to the world, he’s also longing for what he can’t have: someone to share it all with.That’swhat scared him earlier. He felt himself getting close to me, felt me chipping away at the ice around his heart.
So why did he come back?
Why is he in my arms right now, smiling against my lips as I kiss him silly?
The answer is probably the same one for why I’m letting him—why I’m letting myself be drawn into his gravitational pull even though I know it can’t last forever: because it feels too good.
Hefeels too good.
“Fuck me, Luka,” he moans, grinding against my erection.
I feel a wet spot on the front of my sweats as I lean back and push them down my hips. I can’t find the will to be embarrassed about it either. I want him so much. My dick springs free, and Jack grips my base, making eye contact with me as he strokes me from root to tip. He smooths my precum around with his thumb before stroking me again.
Every muscle in my body quivers as I fall to my back on the bed and stare up at him. Fuck. I want him to ride me.
“Which way do you like it?” he asks, massaging my tip. “Giving or receiving?”
“Both.” With all my blood rushing south, it’s difficult to form a coherent sentence. Can he hear the chaotic pounding of my heart? “I like both.”
“Me too.” He releases my dick, causing it to gently slap my lower abdomen, and then he starts taking off his pants. His pale skin seems to glow in the moonlight in the same way snow does.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say once he straddles me again. Jack’s body is lightly muscled and toned, like a swimmer. It makes sense with how he leaps into the air, twisting and turning as he flies.
A soft smile touches his lips. “As are you.” When he leans forward to caress my cheek with the back of his hand, his hard cock glides against mine. “You remind me of Adonis. Same dark hair and entrancing eyes. He was the god of beauty and desire, both of which you have in spades, little light.”
“Out of all the gods to be compared to, I’ll gladly take Adonis.”
Jack grins and pushes to his knees, putting one hand behind him.
Ah, fuck.He’s fingering himself. Literally the sexiest sight in the whole damn world.
“Wait,” I say, gently sliding him off my lap before getting out of bed and hunting for my duffel bag.
I unpacked mostly everything when I arrived at the cabin but had left one thing still in the zipper pocket on the inside, something I carry with me everywhere I go. Just in case. I retrieve the small bottle of lube and go back to the bed where Jack is on his knees and tilting his head at me.
“Oil?” he asks, grabbing the bottle from me and turning it in his hands.
“Kind of. It’s lubricant to help with… well, you know.”
“I always used olive oil in ancient times,” Jack says, settling back on top of me. He moves his ass across my erection, and heat spreads through my body.
I’m so damn horny I could burst.
I grab the lube from him and squirt some on my fingers. “Come here.”
