Page 40 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“Relax, D-man. Let me do my job so you can feed me your load.”

I lifted my hips to allow him to slide my shorts and boxers down to my ankles. With no foreplay, he kissed my balls, licked up the underside of my cock, and took me in his mouth.

“Yes!” I placed one hand on the back of his head and grabbed the corner of the seat with the other.

He bounced his head, taking more of me in every time he went down.

“Shit,” I whispered, trying to stay quiet. We didn’t need anyone to hear me shouting his name and come over to investigate.

He wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, and I slid forward and spread my knees as much as possible. Looking up into my eyes, he sucked a finger and slid it behind my balls to my asshole.

“Oh,” I cried, clenching hard and arching my back so my butt lifted off the seat.So much for staying quiet.I settled back down while he moved his finger in gentle circles around my hole, occasionally grazing across it. The area was so sensitive I couldn’t stay still. He soon reduced me to a babbling, whining sack of bones, focused on the handsome mouth stretched around my cock. “Fuck, Sven. You suck cock better than anyone.”

He hummed, the vibrations making me even harder, and then deepthroated me at the same time as he slid his finger into my hole.

“Fuck!” The need to be quiet seemed less important than it had a few minutes earlier.

Chuckling around my cock, he worked his tongue across the bottom of my shaft. I brushed my fingers through his hair, moaning while he sucked harder. Unexpectedly, he changed the angle of his finger, and?—

“God almighty!” I was practically blinded by powerful sensations. He moved the pad of his finger in circles, gradually pressing harder into my gland and sending electric sparks shooting through me.

“Mm?” He looked up into my eyes again, raising his brows.

“Fuck yeah.” Grunting, I wiggled my butt to work his finger deeper inside me. “Keep doing that. You’re gonna make me come. Don’t stop.”

He deepthroated me again, and it was like my entire body groaned. “Play with it like that.”

He increased the pressure on my prostate. The pleasure was so intense I came with a harsh shout, hips raising off the seat as my ass clenched around his finger and I grunted to the rhythm of my powerful spurts. He gulped, still fingering my gland, and it seemed like I came forever.

When I collapsed back into the seat, struggling to catch my breath, he eased his finger out of me and cleaned me up with his tongue. Then, shooting me a grin, he undid his shorts. “Watch me. I like to be watched.”

I nodded while he pushed his shorts and boxers over his knees. His cock bounced up, and he wrapped his fist around it, jerking slowly. “See how hard I am for you? I got so excited sucking your dick, this won’t take long.” His voice became stern. “When I warn you, wrap those pretty lips around me and swallow my jizz. Got it?”

“Fuck yeah.” I liked this bossy side of him so much my dick twitched. It was far too soon for me to get another erection, but I was definitely ready for the show.

After running his thumb over his slit, he wiped a surprising amount of precum around the head and over his shaft. “Get ready. This won’t take long.”

I slid onto the floorboard and hovered over him while he jacked off.

“Nobody has ever… made me as hard… as you.”

I watched him, like he wanted. He had a large hand with long fingers, but it only covered part of his dick. He placed his free hand on my head and dragged the fingers through my hair. “You like my cock, don’t you, straight guy? I can tell… from how you suck me.”

“Look at you go. You’re a slut for your hand, aren’t you?”

“Judging… from before… a slut for you, too.”

Apparently, we were both into dirty talk today. I put my hands to work, playing with the hair on his legs with one and gently squeezing his balls with the other. “You gonna nut big for me?”

“So… big.”

He let my head go and traced a finger along my dick, which had risen to a respectable semi. When he took me in hand, I hissed, “No. Sensitive.”

He held on but didn’t squeeze. “You’re fucking big, Pip.”

“Yeah?” Pride blossomed inside me.

“It’s… Shit! Coming!”

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