Page 101 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

Scoffing, I flipped onto my stomach. “I know you, Gagné. You’ll torture me until I’m flailing around, begging for your dick.”

His chuckle was wicked. “It’s always better when you’re a little desperate. And getting you that way makes me worked up too.”

I got to my knees and left my shoulders on the bed. “Go ahead, because I’m already halfway there.”

“I’ll get the lube.”

While he rummaged in the nightstand drawer and crawled to the foot of the bed, I thought about what we were about to do. We’d had sex of some kind since he took me home from the hospital. Blow jobs and mutual masturbation got us through until early February, more than two months after the accident. I’d still been sore, but he took his time and let me ride him. We hadn’t fucked since before training camp in September, but we made up for it that night.

Sex was important in our relationship, and very different from how it had been with other men in my life. I’d wanted to show affection and love, but they never did. As time passed, I’d realized sex was only about getting off for them. My ex, Drake,told me at the end that he’d thought it was a way to say thank you for the things I bought him.

I didn’t dwell on those memories, but I hadn’t tried to push them away because they helped me appreciate Pip more. Our relationship had never been materialistic because we both had everything we needed and most of what we wanted. With Pip, my paradigm shifted. His love transformed me every day, making me better.

Having sex with him was incredible because it was one of the ways we expressed our love for each other. Even at our filthiest, we were making love, and when the tender moments came, they were even more welcome because of the play that had preceded them.

He pulled my ass cheeks apart and blew, the chilly stream of air making my hole contract, the clench of muscles intensely sensual. When he licked around my hole, gently at first, and then pressing harder, I moaned. “Yes, tough guy. Just like that.”

He responded by massaging my ass with his tongue until the muscles loosened, and then pushing the tip inside.

“Ah! Fuck, Pip.”

He hummed while making slow, maddening circles with his tongue.

“Oh, God.” I drew the words out, then groaned as he worked a little more of his tongue inside.

Moving my hips, I pushed back onto his tongue while he fucked me with it. I hummed in disappointment when he pulled it out.

“You like that, eh?” he asked. “You’re sure a filthy D-man. Bet you’d like me to stick it in again.”

“Fuck yes, and you’re the filthy D-man, Gagné. You like sticking your tongue up my ass, so do it again, right now.”

“Who’s going to make me? You’re too busy begging for more.”

“Fuck you. Stick your tongue up my ass, or I’ll kick yours.”

He laughed. “I’ll give you what you need.”

I moaned as he ran his fingertips up my legs, then pulled my ass cheeks apart again. Another puff of cool air, another clench of my hole. This time, he licked a stripe from my taint all the way up my crack, passing over my hole but not stopping.

“Shit,” I whispered. “Do it.”

He kept licking up my crack, paying more attention to my hole with each pass, but never stopping.

“Fuck, fuck!” I grumbled.“Please.”

“There you go.” His breath caressed my opening. “I knew you’d be begging soon.”

“Fuck off.” My voice had weakened so much it was more like a whine.Who fucking cares? It’s Pip.“I need it. Please fuck me with your tongue.”

He squeezed my cheeks and licked my hole until the muscles relaxed, then slid his tongue back inside. Soon, unable to remain still, I pushed up on my elbows and wiggled my ass. “Hell yes. Damn, that feels so fucking good.”

When I broke out in a sweat and my pleas grew louder, he withdrew his tongue and spat on my hole. I breathed through the stretch as he worked two fingers inside.

“You okay, babe?” His rough voice told me he was on fire too.

“Fuck… yes.” I drew the words out as he stretched my hole, scissoring his fingers. I welcomed the push and pull as he played with me. “That feels so good. God, I want your cock.”

“You’ll get it soon.” He slid his fingers out of me and soon wiped more lube over my hole. “Ready for three, babe?”

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