Page 72 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

“Jesse,” he uttered, looking down at my cock. “You’re blessed with a body like that and your cock isthatperfect, too?”

“Give me a fucking break. Yours looks like it should be in a painting. Maybe it should be in the encyclopedia under the entry forhuge fucking cocks.”

He laughed, his beautiful, charming smile coming out on full display.

“I like you when you’re drunk.”

“I like you all the time,” I told him. “And I promise I’m not that drunk, Mason.”

“I taste the whiskey on your tongue. And that fucking lollipop that youknewlooked good in your mouth.”

“Thought you might like the strawberry,” I told him. I reached down to stroke the soft, barely visible hair along his thigh. “Get your ass down on this bed.”

“Yes, sir,” he said in a coy tone, maybe trying to sound like he was half-joking—but I knew goddamn well that he liked saying that kind of thing to me.

I got up and moved to the edge of the bed as he lay down on it. In another moment I was between his legs, propping my arms beneath his thighs and leaning in toward his cock.

I licked a slow, wet stripe all the way from his balls, up the shaft of his cock, and onto his lower stomach. He moaned at the sudden contact and went pliant in my arms, relaxing into me. I teased him just like that a few times, letting my tongue slide along his shaft but never taking his cock fully into my mouth. Right when he was getting desperate for more I stood up.

I was in front of him at the edge of the bed. “Come here,” I told him, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him close.

He knew what I meant without me even having to ask. He sat on his knees on the edge of the mattress and leaned forward, sighing softly as he moved toward my cock. As he leaned in and gently kissed the skin on my upper thigh, I realized I was shaking, just slightly, at the prospect of this.

Mason’s skin tone looked golden in the low light. I ran my hands along his shoulders, marveling at their softness.

I hadn’t known just how badly I’d wanted this. I trusted him, even though I thought I couldn’t trust anyone. There was no logical reasoning behind it, but the feeling was real—and for the first time I realized I wasn’t afraid.

He was kissing lower now, against my balls and the base of my cock, gently stroking his soft cheek against the base. He kissed, dry and light, along my shaft in little pecks, until he reached the tip of my cock.

I was leaking precum and he moved his lips along it, making them glisten in the light. I ran my thumb along his lower lip, slicking it, and he pulled my thumb into his mouth and gave it a little suck.

My cock throbbed, insistent, but I had all the patience in the world right now. When his lips finally slid around my tip and he sucked me into his mouth, I sighed and let out a small groan, bringing a hand behind his head.

“Perfect,” I said.

Downstairs somewhere, the guys had turned up the music. The resulting bass came through the air, but it seemed like a far-off world that Mason and I were insulated from in here. He hummed around my cock and the vibration was just another point of pleasure. He took the rest of me in slowly, luxuriating in the moment, sliding his mouth over each inch. I bucked my hips forward into his mouth and he moaned around me.

He seemed to like it. A moment later he looked up at me from under his lashes, sinking my cock deep into his throat all at once again.

God, what is he doing to me?

He pulled off in a moment. “I want you inside me,” he said, an insistence in his voice.

“I know,” I said, stroking my palm along the side of his head.

“You going to tease me about it and make me beg?”

“Your eyes are doing plenty of begging while your mouth’s around my cock, babe.

He groaned. His eyes fluttered shut as I gently gripped his hair at the back of his head.

“God,” he whispered.

“I just don’t know if you’re ready yet.”

His eyes opened in an instant, and he gave me another insistent look.

“I’ve been ready since the night we met, and—fuck, I shouldn’t be saying this. I would have bent over for you in the back of your goddamn car. Do you even have the slightest idea about the dreams I’ve had about you? About us? Not that I should have said that, either. Fuck.”

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