Page 68 of Icebreaker
If luck was on my side, Ellie wouldn’t ever stop flushing when I called him that. I fell a little deeper in love with him every day. It almost felt like lying to him because I hadn’t told him that was where I was at with him. It was going to get complicated with me being here and then in the academy while he finished school, but we could figure all that shit out.
“Daddy B, can you wash my back?”
“Fuck yeah, baby boy.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ELLIE
Hot water cascadedover the top of Daddy and me. He’d kept it cooler than I liked it, but he’d complained that my temperature was enough to singe the hair off his body. It wasn’t that bad, but I let him win the fake argument anyway. I could take another one later tonight to get properly clean. Between Daddy B’s broad shoulders and the shower’s tight quarters, we were smashed up against each other. There wasn’t even enough room for me to raise my arms to wash my hair without knocking my elbows against the wall.
“Baby boy, let me do that,” Daddy ordered. His slick fingers combed through my tangled curls. I wasn’t quite sure why Daddy’s body needed to press me against the shower wall, but I was happy for it. Between his hot flesh and the cool tiles, my body was a riot of sensations that sent my nerves into overdrive.
“Maybe this was a bad idea…”
“Shush your mouth right now. It was the best idea either one of us has had all damn day.” Daddy swooped down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. His hands smoothed over my slick back and cupped my flat bottom. His butt was rounded from years on the ice. It was an absolute bubble of sexy deliciousness. I still didn’t understand how I’d managed to pull him, but I’d thankwhatever lucky star was responsible for it. Sometimes I’d ask him to hand me something just so I could see him go get it. He hadn’t figured out my laziness was on purpose. Score one for me.
“Daddy B, it’s so tight in here. We don’t have room for anything,” I said when we came up for air. He gave me an incredulous look.
“Baby boy, you think I’m going to walk away without taking care of you? No fucking way.” Daddy dropped down for another kiss that left me on fire. His tongue dominated my mouth, but it always left me wanting more. More power. More control. More of everything from him. “A little lube and we’ll be good.” First, he handed me a bottle of conditioner and then picked me up by the waist like I weighed nothing. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Holy mother and all the saints. This man supported me with his nondominant arm under my bum.
“Gimme some of that,” Daddy indicated with a nod of his head to the bottle I still held. “Good boy.” His praise sent a swarm of butterflies straight into my tummy. “You don’t come until I tell you.” I nodded because words weren’t wording for me. When he got all alpha, my brain turned to mush.
“Don’t have room for anything, my ass,” Daddy muttered as he angled his leg to support me while grasping our cocks in one of his giant hands. The contrast between his calloused fingers and the slickness of the conditioner liquefied what was left of my brain power. Any ability to think was long gone, and only tingling nerve endings were left behind.
His deep sighs fed me and my cock went from chubbed to steal in a stroke. He managed to keep both of us in his grip. My hands clutched his broad shoulders, but I didn’t know what else to do or where to touch him. I buried my face in his muscled shoulder while I figured out how to recreate the sensations he gave me.
“Baby boy, stop thinking. Let Daddy take care of you. Let me give this to you.”
“I want you to feel just as good as me.” Daddy B lifted my chin and his eyes bore into mine. Frustration and need swirled with some unnamed emotion. “This is what feels good to me. You falling apart on me because it feels so damn good to you is what feels good for me. Knowing that I make you feel so fucking good that you can’t even think is the only thing I want. You don’t have anything to worry about, baby boy. I’m getting everything from you.”
“Daddy, you make me feel…I can’t…I can’t even explain it…” I searched for the words, but they floated outside of my grasp.
“Then just enjoy it, baby boy.” Daddy B jacked our cocks like he was taking a test on it and had been studying all night. His fingers gripped us, but each movement made my cockhead bump against his lower stomach, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My cockhead leaked on his dick and added to the lube. Within minutes, I struggled to follow his instructions not to come.
“Daddy, I can’t wait.”
“Not yet. Can you hold on a little longer, baby boy?” Daddy B slowed his movements but tightened his grip. “Do that for me.”
I schooled my breathing to try and maintain my equilibrium. I thought about the Queen and car parts but none of it took my mind away from the gorgeous man who gripped my cock and wouldn’t let me come.
“Daaaaaady, I need to come.” My hips ground against him, almost involuntarily, seeking relief or satisfaction. One of the two. “Need. To. Come.”
“Oh, baby boy, I wish I could let you, but you’re not there yet.” His strokes slowed to the point where they could be measured in fractions of an inch. “I don’t think you want it enough.”
“No, Daddy, I do…argh…I do so much.”
“You sure?” Daddy angled his hips so I was pushed back against the wall and our dicks were sandwiched between us. “You don’t sound too certain.”
“I-I-I am.” Forming coherent words was difficult when every nerve ending was on fire and tremor after tremor shook my body.
“Manners matter.” Daddy promptly sucked at the pulsating spot at the base of my throat, and I lost the plot for a minute.
“Daaaaddy, please let me come. Please. Please. Arrrgh.”
“I’ll let you come, but you need to promise me something.”
