Chapter 6
When I woke, I knew I was warm and something heavy was on top of me. Weighted blanket? That was nice. Being naked wasn’t a surprise since of course they would’ve had to get me out of wet clothes to warm me up.
But then I realized the weighted blanket was breathing.
I opened my eyes to find that I was inside a pretty large, navy blue tent with swirling silvery marks all over it.
Beside me was a fire blazing. There was blanket covering me that was silver fur, but there was something between it and my skin.
A couple somethings. One felt like a layer of flannel.
The other was definitely a slender male body.
My heart kicked up and arousal slithered through me.
Was the prince under the fur keeping me warm?
That felt like a lot more than just obligation.
I’d take his sense of duty, of course, but if he’d also been worried about me?
It was giving showing up on his doorstep in a rainstorm and being invited in so I could get out of those wet clothes.
A classic romance trope, and I was all for that, thank you very much.
I was also not real sure what to do now. Let him know I was awake? Pretend to keep sleeping? See how much I could get away with before he woke— No. For shit’s sake. Show some respect, Hawkins.
A moment later, Flurry gave a little snort and rolled right off me.
I was able to get an arm out from under everything and lifted the fur to look at him.
He was on his side, mouth open, eyes closed, tucked all along the side of me from shoulder to knee.
I realized that the spikes of ice that made up his hair weren’t brittle and sharp like they appeared to be because they were bent back under his head as if they were entirely flexible.
I couldn’t resist. I touched one of the tiny crystalline pillars jutting up from his head.
It moved easily, flexing as I bent it. Tendrils that looked like a spider’s web with frozen drops of dew on them moved with the spike, and little baubles tinkled when they touched.
His strange hair appeared to be delicate icicles, but it really wasn’t at all.
What about his skin? I caressed the back of his hand where it rested on my flannel-covered chest. His skin wasn’t cold or rough or sharp either.
There were icy-looking bumps that made me think of freckles dusting his skin, but they were velvety soft.
I petted down from his elbow to his fingers, amazed that he didn’t feel at all the way he looked.
Was his appearance just some kind of disguise? A ruse to make people think he was untouchable?
Well, now I knew the truth.
And he was awake.
I didn’t apologize or pull my hand away. Instead, I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. He sucked in a tiny breath and his tongue darted out to lick where I’d touched.
“You’re softer than you look,” I whispered.
Pink bloomed on his cheek, and I swore I saw vulnerability in his pale blue eyes. He wasn’t pulling away, wasn’t hollering for me to get out, so I cupped his jaw and smiled.
“It’s just camouflage, isn’t it? Armor.”
He swallowed hard. “I am what I am.”
“Yeah, but how many people know your skin feels like velvet? Does anyone know that but me?”
Staring right into my eyes, he shook his head the tiniest bit, and my heart squeezed to know he was so untouched.
Again, I couldn’t resist. “I want to touch you, Flurry. I want to touch all of you.” I gave him the smallest tug toward me. “Will you let me?”
I’d been thinking that I’d go slow, ease him into everything. Trace his eyebrows, that cute little nose, those lips. But I suddenly had him back on top of me and mauling my mouth like he needed my kiss to save his life.
“Whoa,” I said, pushing his shoulder away. “Flurry, baby, wait a minute.”
His blushing vanished and eyes went wide as he pulled back farther, and I knew we were seconds away from his embarrassment turning into anger.
“Not stop,” I hastened to say, “just slow down.” I wrapped an arm around his waist to stop him from getting away and realized— “Oh, fuck, you’re naked.” I had a handful of his pert little ass before I knew I’d moved my hand.
“Milo,” he whispered, and I wasn’t sure what his tone meant. Warning? Encouragement?
“Before you tell me to stop or scream for your guards or something equally awful, please know that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about touching you since I got down off your breakfast table.”
He blinked. A few times. “I…haven’t either.”
Smiling, I got my other arm out from under the blankets and furs to wrap it around him, too. “Liked the view, huh?”
His blush returned as he grinned just enough to notice.
I flexed my hand against his ass, his slightly textured skin teasing my fingertips, and spread my legs so one of his thighs could fall between them.
I could feel his cock and knew he could feel mine.
What did his look like? I couldn’t decide if I wanted more snow or smooth ice.
“Will you let me explore you?” I asked him and let go of his ass to caress up and down his back. “Touch and taste you everywhere?”
“Everywhere?” he whispered.
I nodded. “I’m really interested in sucking your cock, actually.”
That tiny gasp… Those were really doing it for me.
I rolled us over and took advantage of the position to kiss him.
Slow, deep, I showed him why I’d wanted to ease up and take our time.
He whimpered into my mouth, and I moaned to hear that.
He opened up and let me in, making more tiny sounds of surrender as he clung to my shoulders.
When he tried to wrap one of his long legs around my waist, I pulled back and grinned at him.
“You gonna let me suck you?”
He was nodding before I’d finished asking. “Please.”
I got up on my hands and knees over him and looked down.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I said upon seeing that his cock was white as snow and smooth as glass.
I wrapped my hand around him, heard him gasp, and gasped myself.
“It’s cool. Cold, I mean. The rest of you is a decent temp, but here… You’re like a popsicle on a warm day.”
“P-popsicle?”
I moved down to lick over the head of him. He jerked and gasped, making me grin all over again.
“A cold treat that you eat like this…” I dipped down and filled my mouth with his cock—heard his sweet startled cry—before sucking my way back off again.
“Oh, gods… Milo…” He sounded alarmed but his fingers were flexing in my hair a second later. He wasn’t asking me to stop.
I spread his legs wide and settled myself between them, a grin on my face as I got a good look at his snow balls. Swear to god, that’s what they were. But then I refocused on his nervous expression and gave his inner thigh a little kiss.
“You need a break, just let me know, but I’m going to suck this beautiful cock of yours until I make you come down my throat.”
Wide eyes stared at me, but he nodded. I bent and got to work.
I had glass dildos at home. Different shapes, different sizes. I liked them because I could run cold water on them and they’d keep that chill for a good long while. And having more than one of them meant I could suck on one and have the other up my ass. Chilled from both ends.
Flurry’s cock was just like that, except that it didn’t matter how long I sucked and licked, he never warmed up.
The smooth ice-like surface of his cock stayed just cold enough to keep me moaning right along with him.
I gave him every technique I knew and could tell from the desperate noises he made that I was driving him closer and closer to the edge.
I deep-throated him, he pulled at my hair, and then a chilly-cold blast of cum shot down my throat. He wailed and went limp under me, his panting breaths the only sound now. I pulled off to look him over, pleased by what I could see of him.
I sat back and moaned at the flushed pink of his pale skin and the way he twitched.
Spitting in my hand, I reached down to stroke myself as I stared at him lying there wrecked.
He blinked like he was waking up, and then he was up on his knees and coming at me.
He brushed my hand away, taking over the stroking of my cock himself.
I let him and grabbed his throat to pull him in for a filthy kiss.
He moaned into my mouth, his one hand flying over my cock, and his other hand wandering— Oh, hello! He shoved fingers into my crack, one finding my hole. I moaned, unable to keep kissing him as I flew higher with the knowledge that he wanted my ass. That cool, smooth cock fucking me? Yes!
I came in his hand, my hips jerking and cheeks clenching. His finger teased my hole as he milked every drop out of my throbbing dick. Maybe my sweet little Prince Popsicle wasn’t so untouched after all?
“You wanna fuck me?” I managed to asked him.
He pushed just the tip of his finger into my ass and grinned like a glittering devil when I grunted and my hips jerked again. “Yes, I do. Next time?”
I laughed and kissed him, loving that he was already planning. “Next time.”
I might not know what the hell was going on with anything else or be able to change a single bit of my current fate, but I could absolutely let the Winter Prince take me any way he wanted.