Page 41 of First Snow

Just good?

Shit, Arttu needs to pay attention. He must play his role so as not to make Jareth suspicious.

I love it. Don’t make me spell out how much I want to go there.

Does the prospect arouse you?

Arttu types quickly before he loses his nerve.

Yes.

Good boy.

Arttu groans. He presses his palm against his growing erection. This isn’t the time to get turned on by Jareth’s text messages.

Where do we meet?

I’ll send Annikki to pick you up. We can take the plane from Helsinki together.

Okay. But I’m not going to let you pay for my plane ticket.

If you do, I’ll allow you to pleasure yourself before you go to bed.

The audacity! If Arttu weren’t playing a role, he would never agree to something like this!

At least that’s what he tells himself when he wraps his left hand around his hard cock, typing with his right.

What would I be allowed to do? I might be interested.

Get ready for bed. Strip. Call me when you’re there.

A soft whine slips past Arttu’s lips. He hurries to comply.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

Jareth’s smooth voice sends shivers down Arttu’s spine. He’s lying naked on his bed just as Jareth had instructed him, the phone on speaker and propped up next to his head.

“Hei,” Arttu answers. He already sounds breathless, fucked out. Shit, he’s so gone for Jareth, counting the minutes before he can see him again. Hemisseshim. This mission is completely out of control.

“Are you naked for me?” Jareth’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

Arttu swallows around the lump in his throat. “Yeah.”

“Are you on your back? Spread out for me? Touching yourself?”

Arttu whimpers. He trails his fingers over his belly as he knows Jareth would do. It feels so good when he finally closes his hand around his cock. “Yes. Only for you,” Arttu breathes.

“Good boy,” Jareth purrs, sounding incredibly smug.

Arttu can imagine the smile on his face. Sexy. Elated. Arttu loves it.

“Are you—Are you touching yourself?” he stammers, suddenly shy. What if Jareth is just playing with him? What if he isn’t affected by him at all?

Jareth chuckles. “Yes, darling. You’re far too sexy for me to not be hard for you.”

A soft moan escapes Arttu’s lips. He can neither help the relief flooding his veins, nor the swell of arousal. He shouldn’t want Jareth to want him, but he basks in his affection nonetheless. Arttu speeds up his strokes, biting his lips. Why must he want Jareth right here with him, all the time, every day?

Jareth’s breath grows heavier, the sound has Arttu panting too.