Those gorgeous blue eyes narrowed, that sexy mouth softened and opened, and that feeling in Jude bloomed because there was nothing like affecting this powerful man in this way. Nothing. He’d watched him walking around the hospital like he owned it, yet he submitted here. Like this. To Jude. It made him feel raw and honored and so fucking hot, he thought his heart might explode.
He ran his hand up Snow’s back, absorbing the heat through his shirt as he kissed Snow’s neck, his jaw, and Snow turned his head, clasped both hands on Jude’s head and took his mouth in a dominant fashion that also hit all Jude’s buttons. Snow pressed his lips open, slid his tongue deep into his mouth and the kiss grew so hot, Jude expected to burst into flames. This time, this time, Snow seemed to want to take the reins. Jude didn’t blame him. His life had been filled with things outside his control. He’d lost a loved one. Someone had invaded his space, defiled it, and stolen a life. The strength and power in his touch, the way he stroked Jude’s tongue with his own—the absolute possession in the way he moved his body against Jude’s—said a lot about what the man needed right now to pull him out of the hell of his day. One kiss blurred into another as Snow tried to crawl inside Jude.
Jude pulled back, panting. “Holy shit. Not that I don’t want to climb into this bed with you, but I need to hear what happened first.”
Snow’s breaths weren’t coming along any easier and his hand tightened on Jude’s waist. “Need?”
He thought about making light of it, then decided nothing other than straight in-the-face honesty was going to work with Dr. Frost. “Yeah, General. I need to know what happened. You climbed out of my bed after a pretty fantastic night only to walk into hell inside your home.”
Snow stared at him for several moments, his long, hard body so stiff, Jude expected him to pull away. Instead, he shut his eyes briefly. When he opened them, the horror reflected there, tore into Jude like sharp claws. “Never mind. I think maybe talking isn’t what you need right now.
“I will,” Snow said slowly, gaze piercing into Jude. “I will tell you about it. I promise. But yes, I need something else right now.” He paused, took a deep breath. “Please.”
Heart stuttering, Jude reached down and stroked his hand over Snow’s hard dick. “Why don’t you take off those pants and lie back?”
“No.” Snow slid his hands up Jude’s chest and pushed his brown leather jacket off his shoulders, then started working the buttons of his shirt. Before it was all the way open, his fingers were threading through the hair on Jude’s chest. He dug the pads of his fingers into skin, groaned as he rubbed his hands around. “I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” Jude said on a shaky breath. Watching Snow take such pleasure in touching him was sending him too fast to the finish line already.
“Take your clothes off, lie down and let me play.”
Jude couldn’t have answered verbally if he tried. He used his hands instead and followed Snow’s request, his clothes piling fast on the floor. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to breathe normally again as he crawled onto the bed and laid back for Snow.
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This was exactly what Snow needed. That elusive connection of sex could possibly take away the gut-wrenching images that kept playing like a movie in his head. And Jude had a beautiful body. Watching the man stretch out on the evergreen comforter stole his breath. When Jude ran his hand down his belly and touched his hard cock, Snow wanted to fall to his knees and worship him. He did the next best thing, pulling off his clothes and crawling between the man’s legs. The soft hair on Jude’s inner thighs rasped over his arms. Just that little touch brought a soft humming, moaning sound up Jude throat.
Snow nuzzled the deep groove where Jude’s leg met his hip bone, loving the sensation of Jude’s more wiry pubic hair against his cheek. He opened his mouth on that bone before kissing softly up his abdomen. He dipped his tongue in Jude’s belly button. “Jesus, your stomach makes me hard.” He licked an ab muscle, in awe of the beauty under his lips and tongue, amazed that such a striking man would give him complete access to his body. Snow wanted to worship him the best way he knew how.
He rubbed his cheek on the silky trail of hair under Jude’s belly button, followed it down until even silkier, hot skin met his cheek. He nuzzled again, then moved up, sucking one of Jude’s nipples into his mouth. Jude writhed on the bed—obviously more sensitive there than Snow—and Snow had to bury his grin against Jude’s chest. He kissed up his collarbone, sucked on his neck, then fell into a kiss that was just as fucking hot as all the ones from the night before. He brushed over Jude’s soft as hell lips, licked into his mouth and just as Jude’s hands came up and landed on his shoulders, Snow pulled back. He knew that move—knew Jude was about to start running the show, directing with his hands.
He met that beautiful, black gaze and kept it as he moved back to Jude’s lower body. He pulled that gorgeous, cut cock into his mouth and sucked it deep, using his tongue to chase the flared head, the vein that pulsed against him.
Jude cried out, stroked his fingers through Snow’s hair. “Fuck, your mouth.”
Snow took in a deep breath then sucked harder, moving his head up and down, pulling that cock deep into his throat and loving every gasp and moan he tore from Jude. This didn’t feel like any sort of sex he’d ever had. He wasn’t just after an orgasm, wasn’t trying to dominate anyone—wasn’t focusing on anything other than enjoying every inch of this man’s body while making him squirm.
He loved the squirming.
He’d needed this so badly and hadn’t even realized it.
Every time he came to the top of that beautiful prick, he swirled his tongue around the head. Jude made the most noise when he did it. He held the base of his cock in a tight fist and licked into the slit and Jude tensed underneath him, spreading his legs more, then tightening them around Snow’s arms.
He loved this. The panting, the groans. The hot skin, slick with saliva and pre-come. The vein that pulsed against his tongue made his own prick so hard, it ached. He sucked the man back into his throat and braced himself between Jude’s legs so he could use his other hand to fondle Jude’s balls. Even the hair here was soft. Snow loved the way Jude let his natural masculine state shine free. He cupped his balls, tightened the suction in his mouth.
Jude cried out and tugged on his hair in warning but Snow didn’t give him a chance to pull away. He opened his throat, sank lower and tried to swallow. It wasn’t something easily done and he seldom knew someone enough to even try.
Jude made a choking noise, went silent and tense, then released a loud yell as semen hit the back of Snow’s throat. He swallowed, slowed his movements and licked until the other man was clean. He rested his cheek on Jude’s hip. “That was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Jude stroked his hair and made an inarticulate sound, his breathing heavy and erratic.
“However, we are going to get hell when we go downstairs because I’m sure that was loud enough for Lucas and Andrei to hear.”
Jude grunted.
Grinning, Snow nuzzled into that groove again, claiming the spot for his own. He knew that noise, too—the ‘I can’t function enough to form actual words yet’ noise. It was a good noise, filling Snow with a sense of pride. Jude tugged on his hair and Snow crept up his body, stretching out until he could feel all of the other man against him. He nudged between his legs until Jude let him in, loving the rasp of hair against his hips and chest. Again, he thought about how he’d always liked men with masculine hairy legs, but always before he’d preferred smooth chests.
He’d been stupid.
He slanted his mouth over Jude’s, letting Jude taste himself on Snow’s tongue. Jude rubbed his calf over Snow’s ass and Snow groaned into his mouth, deepening the kiss. One kiss followed another as Jude’s hands mapped Snow’s shoulders and back, then slid down to grip his ass and press their groins together. Jude wasn’t hard—not after coming so recently, but he felt amazin
g against Snow and before he knew it, he’d started to rut against him.
Jude moved his mouth to Snow’s jaw, then his ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth, bit it lightly and Snow shuddered and moved his hips faster against him.
“I figured out last night that you’re sensitive here. I wonder if I could make you come just by sucking on your ear.” Jude licked the pulse-point below his ear. “Any other interesting erogenous zones, General?”
“A few.”
“Gonna tell me?”
“I’d rather you find them for yourself.” Snow pushed up on his elbows so he could look down into Jude’s face. “The hunt is the fun part.” He grunted when he was suddenly on his back with a hundred and ninety pounds of Spanish heat looming over him.
“I bet I know of one already.” Jude slid his hand over Snow’s throat and kept his grip firm, steady, grinning when Snow immediately started panting. The man had picked up on that kink fast. That stupid need to be held down—a need he’d spent most of his adult life shoving to the back of his mind. He’d never, ever trusted anyone enough to let them take the reins and he still wasn’t completely sure why he let this man.
Other than he couldn’t seem to stop it. He wanted it, wanted him and something told Snow that it was possible that it never had to get any more violent than this. Just knowing that Jude was strong and tough enough to deal with his shit turned him the fuck on like nothing ever had in his life.
“Be still,” Jude ordered, taking his hand away. “Don’t even think of moving. It’s time I did more hunting.”
Snow held his breath as Jude latched onto his shoulder and sucked his flesh hard enough to leave a mark. He didn’t stay there to make sure, pushing back up to roll to Snow’s side. He watched Snow’s face as he began touching his body—running his palm down Snow’s chest. “Do you wax?” he asked.
“No. I’m as smooth as nature made me.”
“I like it.”
“Yeah?”
Jude nodded, thumbing his Snow’s nipple, smiling when Snow narrowed his eyes. Jude didn’t linger there and Snow knew the man was paying close, close attention. Having his nipples played with was nothing more than pleasant for Snow. There were things he liked more and it occurred to him that he was looking forward to Jude figuring his body out. No one had ever bothered, but then, he’d never allowed anyone linger long enough to even try.
But now wasn’t the time. His dick felt hard and hot. He reached down and gripped Jude’s hip, stretching enough to slide that grip to back of the man’s thigh, so he could hike his leg up over Snow’s crotch. Dark brown eyes locked with his and a smile played about those sexy lips.
“Hunt later,” Snow growled as he pushed back on top of Jude.
But Jude just chuckled and flipped them again, using those strong hands to hold him down and stare down at him with dark, glittering eyes. He thrust his hips in a slow, sensual slide, still keeping those strong hands firmly on him. Snow’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body bowing up off the bed in pleasure.
“Fuck, General,” Jude bit out. “I just want to swallow you whole.”
“Yes,” Snow hissed, grinding up against Jude.
Then Jude’s hands were gone. Snow’s eyes snapped open only to see Jude opening his lips and pulling his cock into his warm cavern of a mouth. He didn’t explore, didn’t lick. He just sucked him down and swallowed around the head, and Snow couldn’t stop the yell that tore from his throat. He thrust up into Jude’s mouth and Jude grabbed his hips with strong fingers, taking him even deeper, pulling hoarse cries from Snow, because that hint of pain—that he loved.
He couldn’t think, could barely breathe, as unbelievable pleasure swamped him. His toes curled into the soft comforter beneath him. He reached up and pressed his hands to the headboard, pushing. Jude didn’t protest, didn’t lessen that powerful suction. He just groaned and slid his warm hands under Snow’s ass to clutch him close. Holy shit, he’d thought the man might have an oral fixation and he’d been right. So, so, wonderfully right.
Snow didn’t have to thrust because Jude dug in his fingers and spread Snow open. Cold air hit his hole as Jude groaned again—the vibration on Snow’s dick mind blowing. Snow’s vision went white as the pleasure raced through him and blasted out of his body. He cried out again as Jude swallowed everything that kept pouring out of his body. Jude lessened the force of his suction, holding Snow’s cock in his mouth as tremors wracked Snow’s body. When he could breathe, barely, he reached down, clenched his fingers into Jude’s soft, thick hair and pulled him off his dick. “Holy shit, Torres. Holy shit.” He tugged and Jude slid his sexy body up Snow’s, slanting his mouth over Snow’s. Snow tasted himself on Jude’s tongue and groaned. He pulled back, panting. “Holy shit,” he whispered, dazed.
Jude didn’t chuckle, didn’t grin, didn’t do anything but stare at Snow and some of the shock Snow felt was coming right back at him. Black eyes locked with his and something moved between them that flooded Snow’s chest with warmth, made his stomach flutter. He wrapped his arms around Jude’s neck and buried his face in his throat. He inhaled the scent of sweat and come and felt the wet head of Jude’s soft dick against his belly and realized the man had come again just from sucking Snow’s dick.
Holy shit, was all he could still process—even in his own head.
Chapter 13
The low rumble of Jude’s stomach finally spurred Snow into moving. It was a sad day when he started avoiding his friend because he didn’t want to face a little razzing—fuck knows he’d dealt out more than his fair share over the years. The difference was that Jude wasn’t some nameless quickie in a bar bathroom. He didn’t know what the hell Jude was, but he did know that he wasn’t sharing.
“Hungry?” Snow asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked over his shoulder at Jude, marveling at the beauty of his body stretched out against the twisted comforter like a muscular jungle cat in a patch of sunlight.
Jude’s stomach rumbled again and he pressed his hand against it, blushing. “Yeah. I came right over after I got off my shift. Haven’t grabbed dinner yet.” Sitting up, he slid over and nuzzled Snow’s neck, sliding the tip of his tongue along his ear lobe so that a chill skimmed down his spine. “Though you were a nice appetizer.”
Snow twisted his upper body just enough so he could grab Jude’s mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. He simply couldn’t get enough. But just as he thought about pushing Jude back down to the mattress for another round, his own stomach rumbled, causing Jude to chuckle. For the first time in what seemed like days, Snow was hungry.
“Let’s raid Lucas’s kitchen for food,” Snow murmured, his lips brushing against Jude’s.
“Think they’re still down there?”
Snow rose to his feet and picked up the towel he’d left on the dresser after using it to dry off. He quickly wiped himself off then tossed it to Jude. “My luck? Yes. And they heard it all.”
Jude groaned but said nothing else as they quickly dressed and headed down the stairs. As Snow crossed the living room the sound of banging pots and running water reached his ears. Had Ian stopped by as well? Snow didn’t know whether to curse his ever worsening luck when faced with the prospect of teasing from both Lucas and Ian, or rejoice that Ian was going to be the one providing the dinner. But as he turned the last corner, Snow’s mouth dropped open. In the kitchen were only Lucas and Andrei. And they were…cooking.
“You have got to be shitting me,” Snow muttered, unable to take another step closer. Andrei looked up from where he was chopping vegetables while Lucas turned around from the stove, both with expectant, confused expressions on their faces. “You don’t cook.” He pointed an accusing finger at Lucas.
“It’s just steaks,” Andrei countered, returning his attention to the vegetables on the cutting board in front of him.
“We thought you’d need to eat. Build your strength back up,” Lucas shot back, flashing a wicked grin at both of them before looking back at the stove.
“Probably low on iron,” Andrei added, not looking up at them.
“Vitamin deficient,” Lucas chimed in.
Andrei shook his head. “Not necessarily.”
Lucas turned around, his hand coming to rest on Andrei’s lower back as he looked over the Romanian’s shoulder at the various piles of chopped vegetables in front of him. “How’s that?”
Snow held his breath, waiting. These two had carried this entire conversation in a light, easy tone as if they were discussing the chances of more rain that week. But he could see the tension in their expressions, their struggle to hold back the laughter. He didn’t even want to look over at Jude.
“Sounded like they took turns,” Andrei finally answered. His eyes lifted and he saw a dark, mischievous look that probably brought Lucas to his knees more than once. “Could have swallowed. Not a vitamin wasted.”
“You know what?” Snow lifted his middle finger, directing it at Lucas. “Fuck you.” And then moved it to Andrei. “And fuck you.” Both men knocked into each other laughing. Snow was stunned when he heard soft laughter beside him. He twisted around to find Jude blushing, but laughing as well.
“They got us,” he said with a wink that caused Snow’s heart to flutter. Jude placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently, sending some of the tension oozing out of the muscles under his long fingers. He was right. Snow had been on the receiving end of so much teasing because of his sexual habits and it had never bothered him before. He just wasn’t sure if it had to do with the fact that the teasing involved Jude or because he was still trying to rebound from the past week’s absolute hell. He was hoping it was the latter. Jude was possibly something else and he didn’t have the energy to contemplate it.
“Jude, please tell me you’re a meat eater,” Andrei said.
Jude grinned at the other man. “Total carnivore.” Shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, he strolled a little farther into the kitchen, while Snow took a moment to appreciate the way his jeans molded to his ass.
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