Page 22 of Heart of Ice

He leaned forward and sucked my dick into his mouth without any warning. My knees nearly buckled as I gripped his shoulders tighter and hoped I had enough resolve not to blow in his mouth. “Fuck,” I managed to grit out. He leaned back and released me with a pop.

“That’s just a taste,” he said. I tugged his jacket off before pulling his shirt over his head while he struggled with his pants. Both of us were so worked up by then we couldn’t even laugh about it. Once he was totally naked, I lay on top of him. The feel of our bodies together with nothing between us was amazing and far more erotic than I expected and when our lips met this time, I knew we’d burn in the heat of passion and desire. He reached down and gripped both of us in his hand and moved his hips. My eyes closed at the sensation, and he groaned.

“Fuck,” I murmured and buried my face in his neck as he continued to move. I brushed my thumb across his nipple as wecontinued to kiss while he gripped us and thrust. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Then I guess it’s time to stop because I want you to fuck me,” he said like he was saying he wanted a glass of water or possibly a snack. I flung myself across to bed to grab the lube and a condom and knelt between his legs while I tore open the wrapper and slipped it on. After using a liberal amount of lube and fingering his ass until I knew he was ready, I slowly slid into him. The muscles of his stomach clenched and bunched while I fought against my body’s need to slam into him. Pulling his leg up to my waist I was finally all the way in and moved slightly to adjust. His eyes opened then. Heavy lids and pupils blown, and full of want and need and desperation. “Turn me inside out, Ruben.”

Holding myself above him with one arm while leaning in and kissing him, my hips started to move. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmured over and over.

He tightened around me, making us both gasp and using his legs he held me tighter to him. “I want to roll over,” he said before pushing me out of him and getting on his knees giving me the perfect view of his more than perfect ass. I rubbed both cheeks before shoving my dick back into him, making him grunt while pushing back against me.

Gripping his hips I pounded into him making him groan while sweat poured down my forehead and dripped onto his back. But none of that mattered, all that mattered was how good we both felt, and that we were finally able to do what we’d wanted to do for weeks without worry. I pulled him up to me and kissed along the back of his neck while reaching around to grip his straining dick. He was thick and uncut, and I loved the way his hardness felt in my hand. His hips shuddered as he grew even harder, and I knew he was close. I doubled my efforts and without warninghis cum covered my hand. After a few more thrusts I followed behind before both of us collapsed onto the bed.

I was still in him, and I hated knowing his body would slowly push me out because I would have been more than happy to stay connected to him the rest of our lives. I wasn’t really sure how that would work but I definitely wanted to experience what we just did again and again.

“Wow,” he said with a slur.

“I’ll say.” Because that was literally all Icouldsay.

Twenty

Max

I lay there holdingRuben as tight as he held me. Neither of us was willing to let go even long enough to clean up. We were a mess lying in cum and lube but neither of us cared. “You know we’re going to regret not getting cleaned up,” I said making him laugh.

“Don’t care. I’m happy right where I’m at,” he murmured. His stomach growled loud and long and both of us froze. “I guess we need to get cleaned up eventually.”

“Yeah, like now, or apparently you’re going to starve to death,” I said and stood from the bed. He’d tied the condom off at some point and dropped it over the edge of the bed onto the floor. “We probably need to clean up the bed too.” We were both so focused on fucking neither of us worried about pulling the comforter and blankets back before we were busy going at it. “I’ll order some food while you go get cleaned up.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He kissed me as he walked by, and I watched his toned ass walk out of the room. He popped his head back around the corner. “Join me?”

“Like I could say no. I’ll be right there.” I found my pants and took my phone out. Not sure what to order but knowing we seemed to like the same things so far, I ordered some Chinese food and hurried to where I heard the water running. I hadn’t taken two seconds to even look at Ruben’s house, but what I saw was neat clean and very warm and inviting. I had expected it to be more minimal than it was. The hall was lined with pictures that I planned to ask about but as soon as I was close enough to see him through the shower door he was once again all I could think of.

“Hey, I—” He pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, dipping his tongue into my mouth while I could only stand there and let him do whatever he wanted. His hands trailed all over me as I stood and watched the wonder in his eyes.

“Your bruises have healed nicely,” he finally whispered into my neck.

“After all that you only notice my bruises?” I asked and spun him around, so he was now against the wall. I repeated what he’d done to me and explored his body. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted to see your body? I mean you can see me anytime at practice, but I had to wait all this time.” He was thinner than me but toned and strong. Where my chest was smooth, his washairy, and I couldn’t seem to stop running my hands through the soft hair there.

“I noticed more than your bruises. Way more than your bruises,” he said and reached for my dick that was already taking notice. “And I tried not to peek at you at work. I wanted to wait.”

“We waited so long,” I said and licked his nipple.

“So long,” he groaned.

“I ordered us food,” I said and regretted it the moment his eyes opened, and he gripped my hips.

“How long do we have?” he asked and dropped to his knees.

“As long as we need,” I said. The food could wait.

After mutual blow jobs we dried off and he gave me some of his clothes to wear. Soft joggers and a t-shirt that said Cheap Trick. “What is this?” I asked and pulled at the front of the shirt.

“It’s an old band. The shirt was my dad’s. I stole it years ago.”

“Good to know I’m wearing your dad’s shirt.”

“It looks way better on you,” he said as we walked into the living room and turned on the television just as the doorbell rang for food delivery.

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