Page 48 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“Mm?” I looked up at him but kept sucking.

Lust glazed his eyes, and he smiled—that damn lower lip looking more tempting than ever. “Get up,” he said. “We need to move this show along.”

My heart kicked against my ribs. He meant it was time to fuck. Would he want to top me, or should I…?

He cupped my cheeks when I stood, his large hands covering most of my face. The kiss wasn’t aggressive, but he slid his tongue into my mouth like he had before. Was he telling me how much he wanted my cock or staking out his territory?

I wrapped my arms around him, and he removed his hands from my face and slid them down my back. Squeezing my butt cheeks, he pulled me against him, our cocks sliding against each other while he kept his tongue in my mouth. I sucked it, and a feral grunt escaped him. The air puffed out my cheeks as he grasped my ass and ground his cock against mine.

When we broke the kiss for air, I gazed into his eyes, wondering what was about to happen. I’d thought about us fucking before, and my assumption had always been that I’d top him. Now I wasn’t sure. As much as I would have loved to be inside him, other feelings warred within me.

My mind kept working when Sven kissed me again. I was confused because the signals I’d gotten from Danny weren’t there. Sven wasn’t a small, flirty guy; he was as big as I was. He was a professional athlete, too, and was in even better shape than me. Though he called me tough guy, he was tougher.

Sure, there was a dominant side of me that wanted to hold him down and give it to him hard, but I couldn’t deny the security I felt as he held me, plundered my mouth, and rubbed his cock against mine in an unmistakably possessive gesture. Waking up that morning, nestled in his warmth, I’d almostbeen purring, and when I’d noticed the sun shining through the blinds, I’d considered crawling on top to shield him. Hell, I’d been like a lion, ready to tear anything apart that messed with my man.

My man.Hadn’t we agreed that until further notice, he was mine and I was his? We hadn’t used those words, but that’s what we’d meant, right? He’d been protecting me all summer, allowing me to explore and test and deny until I could no longer ignore my feelings for him. Today, when I finally confessed, he had understood. Instead of begrudging my lateness to the party, he’d talked to me about my feelings.

Because of that, there was something else I couldn’t deny. As much as I wanted to fuck him, I needed him inside me even more. He was the first person who’d ever made me feel seen and safe, and I wanted to belong to him in a way I didn’t fully understand. We could explore other roles in the future, but right now, I needed him to make me his in the most physical way possible.

He moaned and ground his dick against me harder, blinding me with lust, and I let him go. Wedging my hands between us, I braced them against his chest and pushed gently. Turning my head from the kiss, I called his name.

Dazed and panting, he looked as confused as I’d been a minute earlier. “Huh?”

“I need you,” I whispered, then took a moment to catch my breath before trying again. “I need you. I… if you want to… I want to try… would you?”

His eyes widened, and he caught my fingers and brought them to his lips for a kiss. “Are you saying you?—”

“Want you inside me.” I paused for an instant before adding, “If I can take it.”

“Babe.” He kissed my nose and swept a hand across my cheek. “Are you sure? You’ve never bottomed, right?”

My stomach twisted, but not from hesitation. I wanted him, and I was afraid he’d say no. “I haven’t, but it feels right with you. I’m not saying every time, but for today, will you please fuck me?”

His cock, still touching mine, began throbbing as he showed me his trademark smile. “If you mean it, there’s nothing I’d rather do.”

“I need it. Don’t make me wait.”

He took a step back and nodded toward the bed. “We’d better lie down. I need to get you ready.”

My heart broke into double time as I took off my boxers and stepped toward the bed. I was so flustered I tripped over my own feet, and Sven chuckled as he caught me. “You’re excited, huh? Ready for me?”

The tension broke, and I smirked. “Maybe try not to be quite as full of yourself, my big stud.” I put my hands on his biceps—my dick giving a twitch at their impressive bulk—and kissed him. Afterward, I dove onto the bed, and when he didn’t move, I narrowed my eyes. “What are you waiting for? I might change my mind.”

The mattress dipped as he crawled on top of me. His bulk was heavy, but we’d been in this position many times. An onslaught of need possessed me, more urgent than before. “Fuck me now, please. I can’t wait.” He smiled, and I realized I didn’t know how he wanted to do it. “Should I put my legs up, or?—”

“You said you’ve done this before.”

“No, I told you I’ve never bottomed.”

He squeezed one of my pecs and began circling a finger around the nipple. I grunted in surprise when he dragged a thumbnail over it, the light sting bringing a rush of pleasure.

“You’ve topped, though, haven’t you?” he asked. “That guy?”

“Yes, I?—”

Realization cut off my words, but before I could say more, Sven smiled. “I’ll hurt you if I don’t get you ready. It will probably be uncomfortable at first, anyway. You’ve never taken a dick before, so you’ll have to get used to it.”

“Okay, I knew that, but?—”

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