Page 93 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

He varied the intensity of his sucking while he sped up and slowed down, the perpetual imbalance driving me crazy. Since Iwas unable to anticipate what he’d do next, all I could do was writhe and beg. The slide of his tongue zigzagging against my shaft robbed me of the power of speech, and for a moment, I huffed in one needy breath after another. Then sounds echoed in the room, rough roars I eventually recognized as my own. No matter how hard I tried to form words, all I could do was groan and cry out.

All at once, he stopped. His hand still cupped my nuts, gently squeezing one, but he pulled off my cock. The absence of his hot, wet mouth working its magic made me howl in frustration.

“You like it, eh?”

I tried to focus on him, but he remained blurry. “You stopped.”

He chuckled, but even in my temporary insanity, I recognized the caring in his voice. “I did, but I’ll suck you some more if you really want me to.”

“Yes. I’ve got to come.”

He closed his mouth around me again and worked my shaft with his tongue while he sucked harder than ever. I was back to my loud groans, which intensified when he started tugging my balls, hard enough to pull even more need out of me, but not enough to cause serious discomfort. When I tried to move my hips and pump into his mouth, the soreness in my lower back stopped me, so I carded my fingers through his hair and grasped his head to hold it down. I wasn’t about to let him stop again.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I passed the point of no return. My balls rumbled, trying to draw up in the sac while he tugged them down. They revolted, and with a roar of heat, everything slammed into me at once. A loud cry burst out of me, its intensity matching the contractions shooting volleys of cum into Pip’s mouth. He’d clamped his lips tight around my cock, still encouraging me with his tongue while he gulped hard.

When my yelling subsided, Pip pulled off my cock with a loud smack, then panted while he caught his breath. “Fuck, babe,” he said. “That was the biggest load you ever fed me.”

“Mm,” was the only response I could muster.

He licked me clean, the laps of his tongue now reassuring instead of maddening. Soon, he crawled up beside me and leaned over for a kiss. The taste of my cum was strong, but the essence of him was there too—the mellow, slightly salty flavor I always associated with our kisses.

When he drew away, I said, “It’s my turn now.”

“We can wait. You’re sore all over, and I don’t?—”

“Do you remember telling me how much you’ve wanted this since we went to camp?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. I need to make you come, and I want to taste you.”

“How can we do it without hurting you?”

I had an idea, one that played on something we’d always enjoyed. Fire burned in his eyes when I told him what I had in mind, and he helped me move so I was lying sideways across the mattress. My head was slightly off the edge so I could extend it backward and open my throat.

He got up and grinned down at me. “You’ll let me know if we need to stop? I’m so worked up after doing you, it wouldn’t take a dozen strokes to get me off.”

“I’ll be fine. Put your big, fat dick in my mouth.”

After kneeling beside me for a scorching kiss, he stood back up, and I opened my mouth.

“Shit,” he said. “This is fucking hot.”

His dick was hard as steel, showing off its ridges and the network of veins under the skin. Taking it in hand, he smeared his precum across my lips and on my cheeks. “Damn, babe, you’re already looking sexy as hell. Ready?”

“Do it.” I swallowed, then opened again, wider than before. When I held up a hand, he took it. We were about to lose eye contact, so that was important because it was our only conduit for signals.

Slowly, he slipped his cock into my mouth, humming with pleasure as he buried himself in my throat. I squeezed his hand: “All good here. Go for it.”

Withdrawing slightly, he buried himself again, then pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. He squeezed my hand: “Okay?”

I squeezed back, and he started fucking my mouth, shallow thrusts alternating with deep ones. After a moment, he fucked me harder, one thrust in my throat followed by one not quite so deep. He didn’t slow down when I gagged because he knew I’d tug his hand if I needed him to pull out. Instead, I squeezed: “Don’t stop.”

A few deep, quick thrusts made me gag again, but it was okay. I didn’t want to deprive him of the satisfaction of making me gag on his dick.

What the fuck?I was possessed by my wild desire to please him, but the irony caught up with me. Gags was making me gag. I was gagging on Gags’s dick. Chuckling with my mouth and throat full made me gag again, but this time I tugged on his hand, and he pulled his cock free while I coughed and sputtered.

Placing a hand against my cheek, he said, “Sorry, baby. Are you okay?”

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