Page 27 of Reckless On Ice

HandyManCan: You got me so twisted. I hate to say it, but I’m about to come right now with how fucking hot it is that you described a top-three fantasy for me right out of the gate. I can usually last longer, I swear, but your mouth isso damn sexy. All I want is to see you come for me, please, baby.

It’s thebabythat sends me over the edge, and I’m clenching my abs, thinking of the way my hockey gear smells, and running through visual warm-up drills to keep myself in check. I hit the video chat button so fast you’d think it was on the cusp of disappearing and don’t give it a second thought. Normally, I’m a photos-only chatter, worried something about me will be too identifiable, but this man can have anything he wants, including watching me come apart to his words. The best part of this app is the fact that the selfie camera is disabled, so I’d have to turn my phone completely around to show off my face, which gives me some semblance of safety.

The video connects and I get an even better view of his cock as he shuttles his fist up the incredible length of it, and my cock jerks in response.So worth the video call.

“Oh, thank fuck you answered,” I breathe, my voice pitched lower and coarser than I typically speak to help disguise my identity, not that I imagine a hockey fan will stumble across my profile, but stranger things have happened.

“You fucking beautiful thing,” he says, his voice deep and rumbling, sending a shiver of longing straight to my balls. “How could I resist when I’m already about to come from your tempting photos? I had to see the real thing before I blow.”

Oh shit. Ireally likebeing his beautiful thing. “Do you see what you’re doing to me?” I ask raggedly, as liquid arousal leaksslowly from my tip and I groan with how close I am. “Fuck, I need you to clean this up with that sinful-sounding mouth so I can give you what you’ve earned.”

“Jesus. Fuck,” he mutters. His fist closes tighter as he angles his cock toward his phone so I get the prettiest view of drops of precum beading at the slit. His monster cock is uncut, and the mental images I get of pressing the head of my dick to his and sliding his foreskin over us both as I jack us off has me clutching the phone hard enough to crack the plastic. I’m valiantly holding back my orgasm that is barreling down on me, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I don’t have long.

“Call me baby when you come and let it pool on your stomach. I want to see you fall apart for me,” I growl, getting bossy and loving the goosebumps that rise on his skin beneath the sheen of sweat that has him glowing in the dim light of his room. I just know he wants to be told what to do.

“Baby,” he groans, the word stretched and low, the sound hitting me right in the balls as his fist moves faster. “Oh, fuck, baby, I can’t stop. I’m coming for you.” He grunts, the sound far sexier than I could have imagined as he jerks his release onto his stomach just like I demanded.

“You're such a good boy for me,” I grit out as I finally give in to the need to let go. “Ahh, fuck,” I moan, coming when I see his spill hit his skin.

Our hands harmonize, moving in tandem as we both milk the last of the cum out onto our stomachs. I watch in awe ashis pearly release shines against his skin while his abs rise and fall with breaths that sync with my own. I’m lost to the sight, speechless, feeling way more about the intimate moment than I’m sure anyone should with a faceless hookup app. Finding my voice, I can’t stop the words that fall from my mouth.

“You…” I croak, my voice broken from the viciousness of my orgasm that strained my entire body with the force. “Are so fucking sexy.”

“That was…so good,” he says, equally breathless. “Where the hell did you come from? How do I get one of you in real life?”

My drained cock jumps at his praise as hot pride fills my chest. “I’m right here, and you can have me whenever you want to fuck your fist for me.”

Part of me is stuck on thereal-lifepiece of his question. Could I actually do this? It’s one thing to open an app and jack off to a dude, but to live out these fantasies with a man isn’t something I’ve wanted to make happen…until now. That makes this itch, my dirty little secret,real.

Every time I’ve downloaded the Vers app and acted on the urge to connect with a dude, I’ve exited immediately and felt like shit. I’ve always been disgusted by these desires, ashamed that I could even entertain the idea of finding a man attractive or wanting to do more than look at one from afar, especially after what people said about me in high school and how I turned that back on Knox.

Knox. I’ve been so horrible to him forsomething he’s incapable of changing and is more honest about than I am when it comes to what I want. I don't know how to undo the past. I don't even know how to bridge the gap between how I treated him back then, and why I have some not quite platonic thoughts and the desire to touch him now.

My mind is reeling from my orgasm and thinking about Knox. The two things had never crossed previously, but now that they have, I can’t untangle them. The morning Knox found a naked woman in his kitchen, I’d gotten hard and rubbed my cock on him, needing him to know he’d done that to me even as I grappled with the incomprehensible realization that I wanted to touch him. He told me tofix thisand wanted me to fuck the girl I’d brought home. He thought I was just generally horny, but it wasn’therI was thinking about. I answered that I didn’t know how to fix it because all that was in my head right then was what I wanted to do tohim, no matter what I told myself at the moment.

I can't fucking fix this. I'm obviously broken. I’ve always been better at wrecking things than fixing them. His statement hit me in waves, the full weight of it crashing against me over and over. That day at drag brunch, I realized I needed to make things right, but I had no idea how, and I still don’t.

“You ever hurt someone you love and not know how to fix it?” I ask absently, letting my mouth wander along with my thoughts.

“I’ve been hurt by someone I loved,” he answers solemnly, voice quiet and so honest I feel more nakednow than I have since we started chatting.

When I look back at the screen, his fingers are absently tracing along his oblique, and fuck, I want to be the one touching him. Wanting my fingers dipping along his muscles, pressing into his smooth skin and hard flesh beneath. I don't think of myself as a cuddler, preferring my space, but I have the insistent ache to roll this man to his side, slide up behind him, my cock nestled between his ass cheeks where he can keep me warm, wrap my arm around his waist, and pull him into me. I want to hold him for meeting me with his vulnerability when I said something off the cuff. Maybe I can't hold him physically, but I can share more of myself with him for the connection.

“I have this friend. I fucked things up a long time ago and we never got past it. I never thought I’d get a chance to make it right, but work brought us together, and now I have to live with what I did in my face all the time. There’s this canyon between who we are now and the friends we used to be, and it hurts to look back over that split in the earth and know it didn’t have to be there, but I caused it,” I admit. This is the first time I’ve said this out loud, and it feels good to get it off my chest, even to a stranger.

His hand slows as he reaches the cum on his belly. He passes a finger through the mess, and I shudder. I mimic his movements and imagine he’s touching me.

“Who says you can’t get past it if you’re both willing? Actions speak louder than words, so you could show them you’re sorry.” He’s silent as he waits formy response.

“I’m not sure they’re willing. I messed up badly. They don’t owe me anything, so it’s not right to even ask for their forgiveness. Wow, that’s way more honest than I wanted to get after coming harder than I have in years. You got me all sentimental with that orgasm,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood I’ve unintentionally dragged down with my morose topics.

“You’re not cheating on anyone right now, are you? No one thinks they’re in a relationship with you and would be hurt if they knew you just jacked off with a stranger on the internet?” he asks, his voice growing distant. I guess he has his own serious questions weighing on him.

I snort, grateful for a simple question I can answer honestly. “No, I’m definitely single. This was fun and also nice. Thanks for listening to me when you could have just disconnected after getting off.”

He chuckles a humorless sound. “That’s not how I roll, baby. I’m looking for more than most use this app for, I guess.”

Baby.Damn, he knows exactly how to send chills racing down my spine and turn me to mush with one word. I decide I’m keeping him. “I want to do this again with you.”

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