Page 18 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

My heart pounded like a bass drum. He was right, I wanted it. I’d probably wanted it since that stupid fight. “What if we try? See how it goes?”

He released my hand and turned on his side, smiling while he trailed his fingers across my shirt and down the front of my shorts. I gasped when he grazed my cock. He did it again, then squeezed me through my pants, eliciting a sigh of relief. It had been too long since anyone had paid attention to my dick.

His eyes twinkled. “Like that?”

“Fuck yes.”

He sneaked a hand under my untucked polo shirt. “You’re hairy.” His smile broadened. “I like that.”

I moaned again, louder than before, while he twisted his fingers through my belly hair and dipped one into my navel. “Shit, that feels good.”

“Let’s get rid of these clothes.”

He withdrew his hand, and I started unbuttoning my shorts.

“No, let me.” He got up and pushed his chaise aside, then knelt beside me. I hummed impatiently while he unbuttoned and unzipped, stopping to play with my leg hair while he worked my shorts and boxers down my legs and over my feet. By the time he removed my no-show ankle socks, my dick was standing straight up. The foreskin had already pulled back, and he licked his lips.

“Touch it or something?” I asked.

He wrapped his hand around the base and squeezed, then moved his fist upward in a slow glide. A bead of precum appeared at the slit, and I hissed as he swiped it off with his thumb and spread it around the head. His voice was deep and husky when he said, “Can I suck you? I’ve wanted to since that night when you were on top of me.”

I was all for that, but I was desperate to see his body. “Take off your shorts first.”

He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “Bossy. But as it happens, I’m feeling trapped in here.” He patted the tent in his pants, then stood and toed off his shoes.

His large feet were beautiful, and I studied them for a moment. Looking up to meet his eyes, I said, “Now the shorts.”

He pushed them and his boxers down in one go and kicked them to the side. My mouth fell open because, goddamn, he was beautiful everywhere. His dick was long, thick, and uncut. His foreskin had also retracted, and a small thread of precum hungfrom his slit. Wrapping a fist around himself, he squeezed, and his lusty groan made me even harder.

“Get your shirt off,” I ordered.

“Yours too.”

We threw them aside.Saint ciboire!His pecs reminded me of mountains, and his abs looked like they were carved from stone. A scattering of short blond hairs peppered his chest and stomach, and a darker happy trail led down to his cock. After thirty-five years, I knew what it was like for someone to take my breath away. “You’re sexy as fuck, Sven.”

His eyes roamed over me from head to toe. “God. Your body is perfect.”

“Glad…” My voice trembled, so I took a quick breath. “Glad you think so.”

He squeezed his cock again and pointed at a nearby chair. “Sit there.”

“Why?”

“Go, and I’ll show you.”

I stood up, oddly self-conscious about my cock bouncing with each step. After I sat, Sven sank to his knees, and my heart leaped. I’d always loved blow jobs, almost more than fucking, and I couldn’t believe someone like him would suck my dick.

He tapped my knees. “Spread them wide.” I did, and he traced a fingertip over my balls. Without looking up, he grazed up the underside of my cock. “You’re not cut.”

“No.” I was a little confused. I thought he wanted to blow me.

“I like most dicks,” he said, “but big, uncut ones like yours? They’re the best.”

“Yours is amazing too. Um… were you about to…?”

After a single nod, he brushed a hand across my thigh. Leaning in, he licked a stripe up my cock. “God!” I blurted. I barely had time to breathe before he took the head into hismouth. He slowly went down on me, and I groaned as my cock disappeared between his lips.

After sucking me for a moment, he pulled off and looked up. “Sweet and salty.”

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