Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“So it had nothing to do with needing the wide heat for cooking?” Rowe shook his head. “We’re all sweating our balls off for nothing.”
Ian reached over and poured his beer onto Rowe’s crotch. “That should cool them off.”
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“Holy shit, it’s even hotter in here.” Rustling sounds filled the tent and Jude guessed Snow was stripping down. “Remind me again why you suggested camping?”
Jude sighed. “Because one of your best friends loves to camp and he needed this outing.”
The silence he got in response said a lot. It stretched out until Snow sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry about the bitching.”
“It’s okay, General.” He rolled onto his side and laid his hand on Snow’s sweaty chest. “We’ll survive.”
“Maybe next time—if there is a next time—we do this in October or something. It’s too fucking hot in this tent. I had plans for us tonight and just the thought of all that body heat you generate is making me sweat more.”
Jude sat up. “Tell you what. I’ll make the heat in one place of my body worthwhile.” He leaned over Snow, taking in the smell of sweat and Snow that he loved so much. “But you have to promise me one thing.”
Snow’s breathing had already picked up. “What?” he whispered.
“You’ll be very, very quiet.”
“Oh shit.”
Grinning, Jude didn’t lead into anything. He didn’t stroke his hands over Snow the way he normally liked, didn’t run his tongue over that sexy iliac furrow and taut stomach. He didn’t do anything other than find Snow’s already half-hard cock with one hand before sucking it into his mouth.
“Shit, Jude. Fuck!” Snow’s back bowed as he half came up off the sleeping bag.
He pulled off and put his hand over Snow’s mouth. “Quiet. Remember?”
“You’re gonna pay for this.” Snow growled from behind his hand. “Put your mouth back on it.”
Jude sucked Snow’s now fully hard cock back into his mouth, relaxed his throat and let Snow punch deep. Snow moaned, his breath hot on Jude’s hand while his hands tightened in Jude’s hair. He’d let it grow out a bit because Snow liked clenching his fingers in it so much. He winced, though, as Snow clutched too hard and shoved his cock deeper.
In retaliation, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked even harder. The muffled sounds Snow tried so hard to swallow back had his own dick aching like crazy but he ignored it. He was enjoying unraveling his general like usual. Nobody had ever just given himself over to pleasure with Jude the way Snow did. He let it all out, turned his gorgeous body over to Jude and just reveled in everything Jude did to him. It was heady and mind-blowing and so goddamned beautiful, Jude sometimes expected his heart to just explode. Fuck, he loved this man. Loved him more than he’d ever thought possible.
He loved that beautiful cock with his tongue, lips, and throat and had to stop himself from groaning when Snow’s legs fell farther apart. Then he remembered the lube he’d left next to them. He blindly groped with one hand until he found it and keeping up the suction while coating his hand took a bit of finesse and a lot of fumbling, but he did it.
And when he sank two fingers into Snow, he nearly came without even touching himself at the utter silence that took over Snow as his back bowed again and he erupted down Jude’s throat. He licked him clean and sat back on his heels, panting, his own dick so hard, it ached.
Snow sprawled there, his harsh breaths the only sound other than those from nature outside. He abruptly sat up, grabbed Jude’s arms and turned him onto his back. A warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock and he ground his teeth to keep from shouting. Snow’s wickedly talented tongue came out to play and Jude failed to stop the whimper. He flung his hand out and knocked over something in the tent that made a loud noise.
“Oh my God, is it a bear?”
Ian’s yell from across the camp made Snow stop. Then he choked as laughter spilled from his throat.
“It’s not a bear, Ian,” Rowe yelled. “It’s just Snow. Gettin’ some.”
Snow choked again, then fell onto Jude, muffling his laughter in Jude’s stomach. Jude couldn’t stop his own glee and before he knew it, more laughter spilled from around the campsite.
“Give it a rest already!” Lucas yelled, though his words were broken with mirth.
Jude expected to lose his hard-on, but it still stood tall and proud and poking Snow in the chest. “They’ve already heard us anyway,” he muttered as he pushed Snow’s mouth back to his dick. “Might as well finish.”
Snow’s laughter vibrating on his cock felt pretty damn good.
Chapter 3
The oppressive heat didn’t let up much during the night. Snow spent it sprawled on his back making sure no part of him touched the furnace that was his boyfriend. And when he finally staggered out of the tent, he’d decided Rowe had the better idea with the hammock outside. To hell with the bugs—he needed a breeze!