Shatter (Unbreakable Bonds 2)

That one small thought nearly sent Snow running for the door.

But then Jude coated his fingers with lube and reached between Snow’s legs. Snow instinctively grabbed his wrist. His breaths came hard and fast, his eyes locking with Jude’s. But his words lodged in his throat. Still, he didn’t push Jude’s hand away.

Jude stopped all movements and watched him, those dark eyes losing some of the fire, gaining something that looked a lot like concern. “You okay?” he asked softly. “You saying no, General?”

His expression showed flat out that he’d stop if that’s what Snow wanted. He would back off in a hot second because he was a good man. Instead of uttering any of the crazy, mixed-up crap going on his head, Snow shook his head. “Not saying no,” he breathed. He let go of Jude’s arm. “But…I haven’t done this in a long time. I hadn’t planned—”

Jude’s lips parted and his voice dropped into a deep growl as he placed his lubed fingers on Snow’s pucker and slowly rubbed. That black gaze seared. “You want to let me in, Snow?”

Snow smirked even as he gasped at the first circular motion of Jude’s fingers. “Shit! Would you just shut up and fuck me?”

“No. I won’t.” Jude didn’t push his finger in, he merely drew circles on Snow’s tender flesh. “You’re going to learn I’m stubborn as hell. As stubborn as you.” He licked the dimple in Snow’s chin. “I want the words.” Jude kissed his lips, then sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. He nipped the skin, then moved his mouth to Snow’s cheek, his ear, dropping light, sexy kisses. “Give them to me,” he whispered into his ear.

Nobody outranked Snow on stubborn, but he didn’t want to draw this out anymore. He opened his mouth to answer, then lost his train of thought as Jude added pressure. He shuddered and spread his legs wider. The slick glide of Jude’s finger around his ass made him stretch his neck back and clench his teeth.

“Words. Now.” Jude bit his ear.

Snow’s hissed, loving that bite of pain. “What words?” he gasped out as Jude added a second finger.

Low chuckling rasped over his ear before Jude muttered, ducked and opened his mouth over the muscle where Snow’s neck met his shoulders. “Lost your train of thought?” He moved back up to Snow’s mouth and licked his lips open. “Tell me that you want me inside you.”

Snow growled, grabbed Jude’s head and pulled it back so he could look him in the eye. “For fuck’s sake, Torres, I’m spread open here and obviously willing, so get the condom. I want you inside me. Now.”

Jude responded by pushing two fingers into Snow’s ass.

“Agh!” Snow came up off the bed. He’d forgotten how good that felt. Forgotten the coil of pain and dark pleasure that flooded his body with heat. It felt like all his senses had been electrocuted into some higher, more sensitive realm. He could no more have stopped the movement of his hips than he could stop breathing as he bucked into Jude’s hand. He reached down and grabbed his own dick, stroking it. “Now would be good, Torres,” he managed to gasp out.

“Jude,” he breathed against Snow’s mouth. “Call me Jude.” He slid his fingers in and out while he nuzzled that crisp beard growth over Snow’s neck. He kissed his ear.

“Agh!” Snow dug his toes into the bed again as he slammed his eyes tightly closed and tried to stop the flood of pleasure about to send him over the edge too early.

Jude, relentless, didn’t let up. He slowly pulled his fingers back and added a third, curling them to press into Snow’s prostate. “Your long body is so gorgeous. You’re so hot inside. I can’t wait to be in here.”

Words were beyond Snow at this point. It was all too much. He merely moved his hand harder and faster on his dick.

Jude pulled back slightly, watching his movements, seemingly mesmerized before he snapped out of it and pulled his fingers out of Snow’s body. He reached for the condom. His hands visibly shook as he put it on, his breaths harsh, his dark eyes hardly moving off Snow’s hand on his cock.

Snow let go, grabbed the lube and covered Jude’s condom covered dick. “Now, Jude.”

“Oh, I like when you say my name.” Jude came over him, guiding himself to Snow’s entrance, his thick thighs pushing Snow’s wide as he settled between them. He framed Snow’s face and stared at him as he slowly pushed inside Snow’s body.

The first lick of pain made Snow see stars, but he welcomed it wholeheartedly, groaning even as he lifted to meet Jude’s intrusion. Their eyes stayed locked and as the stars subsided, all Snow could see was the liquid ink of Jude’s eyes as the man looked at him just as he had earlier. Like he gazed at something he couldn’t fully believe was real—a sort of stunned, yet possessive stare that warmed the deepest recesses of Snow’s body. Again, it was too much and Snow shut his eyes, focused on the fullness of Jude’s cock in his body.