Page 32 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

I wound my fingers in his hair while he squeezed the base of my cock with one hand and sucked harder. He slurped, ratcheting up my excitement. He jerked himself with his spare hand, working his cock in rhythm to the way he was sucking mine. Unable to control myself, I groaned, the echo bouncing around the shower.

He sucked faster, and the increased speed emphasized the rough texture of his tongue. Forcing myself to stay quiet, I moved my hips, fucking his mouth while he worked. The reverberation of his slurps combined with the splash of water to create a lascivious soundscape. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Unexpected voices made me panic. I pulled Pip’s hair and whispered, “Stop. Stop it.”

He pulled off and looked up, confused. Lust dimmed his gaze as he mumbled, “Huh?”

“Get up,” I said, stabbing my finger toward the locker room.

His eyes widened as he got to his feet. “Shuford,” he whispered, “and Mulberry.”

We stepped back under our own nozzles and turned away from each other. The shock had caused a rapid deflation of my boner, but if Shuford or Mulberry came to the door, we needed to look like two buddies rinsing off after a hard workout. Their voices grew louder and then softer, and it seemed like they were walking around the locker room.

“You’re right,” Mulberry said. “We need to replace the logo. I like your idea of suspending a lighted one from the ceiling. It’ll look sharp, and the men won’t worry about stepping on it. We’ll replace the carpet on the floor so everything will be fresh by the fall.”

“Sounds good,” Shuford said. “I’m glad you agree.”

The surprise in Shuford’s voice made Pip snicker, and I held up a hand to shush him.

“I’ll make sure it’s finished before training camp,” Mulberry said. “Now, I have to go back upstairs for a conference call.”

“That’s fine, because I’m heading home. I’ll ride up with you in the elevator.”

Their voices grew dimmer, more difficult to hear over the running water. Finally, the distinct sound of the locker room door closing was followed by silence. Pip and I stared at each other for a long moment before we exhaled.

I grinned. “Shit, that was close.”

“I’m fucking glad they’re gone.” Pip’s eyes went dark again. He stepped in front of me and kissed me.

My dick came back to life in record time. I pulled him into a hug and couldn’t resist the draw of his lips. The kiss was hard and messy, our tongues moving from mouth to mouth while we both groaned. Our dicks brushed against each other, and we purred into each other’s mouths. Pip’s chest was flush against mine, and his heart pounded wildly.

Our eyes locked when we broke for air. “Fuck,” I said. “You’ve got to be the hottest man alive.”

I turned to pump a generous amount of body wash into my hand, and when I faced him again, he smiled as I covered our cocks with the soap.

“Mm. You know how much I need to shoot a load?”

“Fuck yeah. About as much as I do.” I joined my hands around our dicks and said, “You do the same.”

“Hell yes.” He wrapped his hands around us and stroked my thumb with his.

I looked into his eyes. “Now we fuck our hands.”

We started moving our hips, and the sensations were overwhelming: our hands touching while we pumped into our joined fists, every movement creating more lather as the superheated skin of our cocks collided like shooting meteors. We switched up, alternating who pushed forward as the other pulled back, then returned to both of us pushing in at the same time. The breathtaking friction of our crowns passing over each other caused blinding pleasure as our shafts slid together. His calluses were rough against my dick, but the lather softened them enough so they took me to the very edge. We squeezed our hands, tightening the sleeve of flesh even more.

“Goddamn this is good.”

“Fuck, it’s amazing.”

Our lips met again, and I explored every corner of his mouth while he caressed my tongue with his. We kept fucking our hands, and the pressure in my balls built until there was no holding back. I grunted and shot hard while Pip shuddered, crying out as he came. The warmth increased as we both fired hot cum into the closed space. We broke our kiss and panted while semen overflowed our hands and dripped onto my feet.

When the shooting stopped, we grasped onto each other, struggling for breath. We slid down to the floor and leaned back against the wall. The nozzles were angled forward, so the watersplashed in front of us while we leaned our heads together and moaned.

Pip snickered. “Fuck, I’ve never come that hard before.”

“Tell me about it. A first at my age.”

“You a magician or something?” he asked. “I don’t mind. Just curious.”

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