Page 62 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

A flash of irritation sharpened my voice. “I told you I didn’t need that, so finger me.”

He put on one of his crooked smiles. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind, and it’s easier to finger you that way, so turn the hell over.”

Another thrill surged through me because I loved it when he took me from behind. Rolling onto my stomach, I got on my hands and knees.

“Good boy,” he said. Using one hand to pull an ass cheek to the side, he ran a finger up my crack. The lube left a trail that felt cold in the chilly air, and my hole clenched. He must have been watching, because he immediately put a finger there and traced circles around it. “Better relax, Holmer. My dick’s ready for a party.”

I took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to release the tension.

“There we go.” He applied enough pressure to slide part of his finger inside.

I welcomed the sting, and when he didn’t move, I snapped, “Don’t mess around. You’re getting me ready, not taking a tour.”

He mocked me with a snicker. “Damn, you want it bad. How’s this?” He slid his finger all the way in.

I groaned for an answer and began moving my hips, pushing back to meet him.

“Fuck, you’re sexy when you’re like this. You feeling real empty, baby? Looking forward to having a big dick in there?”

When I didn’t answer, he crooked his finger and brushed across my prostate.

“God! Like that, Pip.”

“Yeah, keep talking to me and I’ll give you what you want.”

He eased his finger out and pumped more lube onto his hand while I complained about feeling empty.

“Here comes two, babe. See how you like them.”

He made a few circles around my hole, and then pushed. We played a familiar game, him wanting me to beg, and me resisting. Every time I gave in and asked for his dick, he’d chuckle and tell me to wait a little longer.

After I cursed him for torturing me, he said, “You look so fucking sexy, Holmer. On your knees with your ass in the air. Don’t think I ever saw a D-man begging so hard.”

“God, just fuck me already.”

“You know it ain’t that easy, babe.” He scissored his fingers, intensifying the stretch, but otherwise kept his hand still. “Convince me you want it.”

“What the hell are you doing back there?”

He chuckled. “Sorry. Had to jerk myself a little.”

“You’ve got two fucking hands. You can do both.”

“Yeah, but I’m a dumb jock. It’s hard to do two things at once.”

I squeezed around his fingers. “Don’t you want to feel that around your dick?”

“Fuck. Are you doing ass workouts too? You almost pinched my fingers off.”

“Shithead.”

He laughed and slid his fingers out of me again, replacing them a minute later with three. My eyes almost crossed because Pip’s hands were large, so taking three of his fingers was intense. They still weren’t as thick as his cock, but they filled me quite nicely.

I pushed back against his hand, trying to get him as deep inside as I could. “Goddamn yes!” I cried. He’d found my prostate, and every movement of his fingers set off fresh waves of pleasure. Blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. “Oh God. I need you inside me now.”

He leaned over and kissed my back. The taunting was gone, and he whispered, “You ready, baby? My dick’s about to blow from those sounds you’re making.”

“Please. I need you this way.”Does he understand what I mean? It’s not just about this fuck, but about him.

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