Shatter (Unbreakable Bonds 2)

“Gets you that hot, too, eh?”

“Yeah, and just knowing you like it, too? Fuck.” He stepped all the way against Snow’s body, loving his long, lean lines of muscle. He looked at that sexy divot over Snow’s mouth, leaned in and softly ran his tongue over it. “You have the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen,” He whispered. “I’d like to see it wrapped around my cock again.” He ran his tongue over Snow’s plump, lower lip.

Snow groaned and dug his fingers into Jude’s waist. He chased Jude’s tongue when he pulled back, sliding his hand up to grab the back of Jude’s head and pull him back to his mouth. He took over the kiss, made it deeper. Hotter. And Jude hadn’t thought that possible. Jude opened his mouth wider, a groan of his own rumbling up in his throat. Need wracked his body as he untucked Snow’s shirt then ran his hands under it. Hard muscles and smooth skin made him close his eyes. He loved the feel of Snow under his hands and he stopped moving, resting his palm over the strong, fast beat of his heart. He wanted his mouth there.

Snow pushed him back, locked that molten gaze on him, then moved his hands up to shrug out of his coat. Long, nimble fingers hit his shirt buttons. He quickly moved down the row, baring that gorgeous skin to Jude’s hungry gaze. He pulled the shirt off, displaying strong shoulders, arms and the ripped stomach that drove Jude crazy.

Snow smirked. “You going to join me or are we doing this with one of us clothed?”

“That can be hot.” Jude dropped his coat on the floor and reached for the hem of his sweater. “What exactly are we doing, General?”

“Me, naked, and instead of under you like you said earlier, I’m turning right here and bracing myself on this wall.”

“Oh yeah,” he breathed, hurrying to remove the rest of his clothes. He still had a sock left when Snow grabbed him and started kissing him again. Snow pulled back and he lifted an eyebrow.

“You were taking too long.” Snow brought their mouths back together and slid his chest across Jude’s. He pulled back, breathing hard. “I love how silky the hair is here.” He reached between them, running his palm over the hair on his chest, then lower on his abdomen. He combed his fingers lower and wrapped his hands around Jude’s dick.

Jude gasped and thrust up in his hand.

“So hot.” Snow kissed his jaw, his neck. He pressed his lips over Jude’s pulse. “So fast,” he murmured. He ran his thumb over tip of Jude’s cock. “You’re leaking.”

“Yeah? Why do you think that is?” Jude hissed the last word as he moved his hips faster. He tilted his head back, baring his throat. “Why do you think my pulse is so fast?” he bit out through gritted teeth. “Could it be that I want you more than anything on this earth right now?”

“Just right now?”

Jude laughed even as his heart swelled with emotion. Snow stopped kissing his neck, his breath hot over his skin. His entire body had gone taut as if he’d realized what he said.

Jude ran his hands down Snow’s back, loving the lithe muscles, the slope at the small of his back. He took Snow’s mouth again, sliding his tongue in to stroke. When he pulled back, he looked at Snow, who frowned at him.

“What?” Snow asked softly.

“No, I don’t want you for just right now. I want more than just right now.” Jude took the man’s mouth, loving the warmth, the heat of his body. He moved to Snow’s ear, licking, biting and reveling in the sexy noises coming from his throat. He breathed into the canal, then groaned when Snow cried out and clasped both hands onto Jude’s ass. He pushed their groins together, rubbing against Jude before he abruptly turned and slammed his hands into the wall.

“Fuck me, Torres.”

All his blood went south so fast, Jude wondered how he still managed to stand. Snow’s back, long like the rest of him, started with broad shoulders that flowed into sculpted muscles that moved elegantly under his smooth skin. His waist, the perfect size for Jude’s big hands, sat over the most beautiful ass Jude had ever seen. He couldn’t bring himself to walk away from the man long enough to grab the condom and lube. Not yet. Instead, he pressed close, hissing at the contact of skin on skin and he pressed a kiss to Snow’s nape.

Snow moaned and turned his head so their mouths met.

They kissed like they’d been doing it for years, like they knew when to move, when to give or to take and Jude was sure he could be happy with the flavor of his general for the rest of his life. He stroked his hands down his sides, his taut, gorgeous ass, then pressed tighter against him and ran his hands around to that stomach that had taken over his fantasy life. They never took their mouths apart and when Jude wrapped his hands around Snow’s dick, he felt the vibration of his grunt on his tongue.