Page 75 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

“Fuck,justlike that—” Mason said with a hitch in his breath as I worked in past the tip. He groaned a little and I knew the size of it must have hurt, but he wasn’t stopping, and definitely didn’t seem bothered by it.

“Doing so well, baby,” I said, surprised by the tenderness in my own tone. I’d never talked to someone like that before—all the little names that slipped out of my mouth, all of the praise I lavished on him when he deserved it so much.

Since when did I evenfeelthings like that?

Tender little moments and something closer to hopeless romance than my usual removed independence?

That was something that existed uniquely for him, apparently.

Something he brought out in me, and a part of myself I hadn’t even known.

“God, why are you sothick?” he uttered, and I felt a smile land on my lips. I gripped his hips, digging my fingers into his skin.

“Because you’re tight as a vise. Hips up.”

I pulled gently on him and he repositioned, allowing me to comfortably sink an inch deeper inside.

“That’s good. Really good. Push harder.”

It was surprisingly easy to get the rest of my length into him, and a moment later, I’d pushed into him all the way to the base of my cock. I was totally buried inside him now. He groaned as he felt the tops of my thighs meet his ass, and some strange surge of pride rolled through me.

“Lookat you,” I said, my voice ragged. “Taking all of my cock.”

I ran an open palm down his spine, marveling at the sight of it.

He tightened around me, giving my cock a quick squeeze. It sent a wave of pleasure through every cell of my body, and I had to tamper a quick urge to fuck him hard all at once.

When he turned to look at me again he looked deeply satisfied. There was a thin sheen of sweat on him now, and his eyes were half-lidded, their pretty blue not looking quite as innocent, now.

“I think you can take more,” I said softly. “I canreallyfuck you, if you’re ready.”

Something smoldered in his eyes. “Want to find out?”

13

MASON

As Jesse brought his cock out a few inches and then pushed it back inside me, I was pretty sure I was going to do the unthinkable and ask him to stop.

I was staring up at the dark wood headboard of his bed as he started to thrust into me, praying to the gods above that I could take more. I gripped the sheets beneath me, moving with the pain of his sheer size starting to work me open.

How are you so—fucking—big—

Every part of me resisted telling him to slow down. I didn’t want him to stop, not even for a single second. But his cock was fat and long, and no matter how blindingly good it felt shoved up against my prostate, it also stretched me open in a way that I needed to get used to.

But as soon as the idea of stopping him passed through my mind—and I almost begged him to slow down—the unrelenting discomfort just evaporated.

It melted away, gone in an instant.

And all at once, the feeling of tight pain gave way to a deep, soul-level feeling of fullness. The kind I’d been lacking for Godknows how long. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure anybody had made me feel like this before.

Jesse was born to play hockey, born to be great in school, born to be an achiever…

But apparently, he was also born to fuck.

He gripped my hips like they were an extension of his own body, angling them in just the right way so that he could sink deep inside me. His cock hit my prostate with slow thrusts. I could feel the pressure of his thighs against the back of my legs.

“Mother of God,Jesse—” I said, the last word coming out in a breathy whisper.

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