Page 21 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“Sh. I’ve got you.”

I jerked his cock while I rubbed my finger over and around his hole. He got louder, cursing and moaning, and when I glanced up, he was watching me again, panting softly.

“Pip, if you…”

“Relax,” I whispered. “Let me do this.”

He moaned as his asshole relaxed under my touch. I pushed, and after brief resistance, his muscles gave way, and my finger slid inside.

“Yes!”

I had experience fingering a guy’s ass from playing with Danny, so I turned my finger to the side and found his prostate. When I pressed into the fleshy gland, he bucked violently.

“Goddammit!” he yelled. His first volley of cum splatted against my cheek, and the second dinged me on the chest. Theywere heavy shots, big wads of cum. He cursed and raised off his seat while he came.

When his curses faded into soft moans, I eased my finger out of his ass, and he collapsed back onto the chair. I stroked his thighs with both hands while he came down. Everything was quiet until the pool pump cycled on, and while Sven caught his breath, confusion swirled inside me.What the fuck have we done? Did we just ruin our friendship? Have I gained a fuck buddy or lost a new friend?

Both of us had wanted it, and there was nothing wrong with having fun and helping each other out. We were both consenting adults, and the only bad thing may have been that he’d ruined me for blow jobs from anyone else.

A good-natured laugh interrupted my worrying. “Sorry about that,” he said.

“About what?”

Reaching forward, he wiped some cum off my cheek. “I got your face.”

Taking his hand around the wrist, I brought it to my mouth. “Don’t be. It’s fucking hot.” I gazed into his eyes while slowly sucking the cum off his fingers, savoring its musky taste. “Next time, I’ll blow you.”

“That’s an offer I won’t refuse.” After a moment, he added, “That was amazing, Pip. Thank you.” When he leaned forward, I realized he was about to kiss me and turned my head at the last minute.

He froze. “Sorry, I guess you’re not into that.”

“Not with guys,” I said.What the actual fuck?Tonight had been more fun, sexually and otherwise, than I remembered having for a long time. I’d never kissed a man before, but I wasn’t opposed to it. He’d caught me off guard.

He shifted his gaze, and the hurt etched across his face tugged at my heart. Then it vanished, replaced with a smile Irecognized. I had one exactly like it; I called it my for-fans-only smile—utterly fake but finely tuned to give the appearance of sincerity.

“Thanks again, Pip,” he said. “It was fantastic, but I should go now.”

“You don’t need to go. We can…”

“What? Go curl up in your bed like lovers? We said this didn’t have to mean anything.”

His voice had an edge, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had wounded him. Yet, despite my attraction to him, I couldn’t ignore the unease swirling in my gut. I’d just had sex with a man, and I’d enjoyed it at least as much as I ever remembered liking it with a woman.

Sure, it doesn’t have to mean anything, but should I be having sex with a man at all?

What century am I living in? Just because I enjoyed sex with Sven doesn’t mean we’re getting married.

But I sure wish I could marry someone who made me feel that good.

I didn’t want him to leave. After a night’s sleep, things might be clearer, and we could talk in the morning. “That wasn’t what I meant, Sven. I have a guest room. We can swim in the morning, have breakfast and talk.”

He stood and glanced around. “Can I get a towel? I’ll clean myself up and get out of your hair.”

I sighed. Maybe it was for the best, because I needed time to think. Heading to the bar, I grabbed a towel from a small cast-iron table and handed it to him. I averted my gaze as he dried himself off; it seemed too intimate to watch.

You’re messed up, Gags. You had your finger up his ass, and after he shot his cum on your face, you licked it off his fingers. That’s about as intimate as it gets.

He tossed the towel on a chaise. “Thanks. I really enjoyed tonight.”

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