Page 48 of Icebreaker
“Shit, baby, don’t move a goddamn inch.” When he pulled off, my regretful noises filled the room. “I need to grab the lube.”
He was gone and back before I could miss him. He tossed a small bottle of lube and a foil packet next to me, and my eyes couldn’t move away from them. I was moments away from finally feeling the gorgeous cock of my Daddy inside me and they were the key that would make that happen.
When Daddy B fitted himself over me, I realized that while he was gone, he’d also stripped his clothes away. Acres of heated skin blanketed me, and I was overwhelmed in the best ways. When he angled back and slowly jacked me, the bite of friction sizzled my nerve endings. There was pain, but also a promise of more pleasure to come.
“Baby boy, do you want to be on your knees? It’ll be easier the first time.” I mulled the question over. I understood the general mechanics, and he was right, but then I wouldn’t see him, and exchanging comfort for that was a fair trade.
“No, I want to see you.” Daddy B dropped and captured my mouth again. Once there, he owned me. There was no doubt which of us was in control and who danced at the end of the strings. His tongue was a reminder of what would be happening shortly, and my heart pounded a quick beat anticipating it. “Daddy B, I’ve waited forever to be here. I don’t wanna wait.”
“Shh, baby boy, I gotchu.” Daddy popped open the lube and drizzled some on his fingers. He traced a path between the crack of my ass before returning to the tight entrance of my hole. I willed myself to relax, and he teased all the nerve endings that congregated there. “Can you push out a breath for me, love?” I ignored the endearment because I couldn’t allow my mind to wander down that road.
As instructed, I bore down while his finger slipped inside. The intrusion was uncomfortable but not painful. He waited until I was more accustomed to the fullness before moving hisfinger experimentally. It was a revelation. Sensations coursed through me that I’d never felt before. It only made me want more.
When I began moving my hips, Daddy added a second finger. The fullness was more pronounced, but so was the pleasure. When he curled his finger upward and stroked against the walnut gland that sent electrical pulses through me, I almost jerked off the bed. It felt so good. Except good wasn’t enough to capture it. Magical.
“Baby boy, you doin’ all right?” Daddy B chuckled.
I nodded slowly while the wonder of the competing sensations, feelings, and thoughts crashed into each other in no particular order. He smiled before kissing me again. I poured everything I had into the kiss. My goal was for him to understand how good he made me feel. And selfishly, I wanted more.
I wanted everything.
When Daddy B added a third finger, I almost jumped off the bed. I panted through the sharp ache to reach the fullness on the other side. He plowed his fingers into me while spreading them to stretch me. The ache dissipated quickly, and the need for more grew. I knew he was prepping me for his dick, but I didn’t want to wait anymore. My sighs turned to moans and they became pleas.
“Daddy, I need you inside me.” I planted my feet on the bed and thrust forward to meet his hand. “I’m prepped enough.”
“Baby boy, have you done this before?” Well, he had me there. I shook my head, and he continued, “I don’t want to hurt you, and if you’re not prepped enough, it’s gonna hurt like a goddamn motherfucker.”
Rather than answer, I thrust forward again with more intensity.
“You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” Daddy B kissed me again, and I melted. Literally. My insides turned to goo as waves of pleasure reverberated through me. It was fine. Bones were overrated.
“I know, Daddy, but I’m ready. Promise. Promise. Promise.” Either my chants convinced him, or his own dick was painfully hard. When he brushed against me and hissed, I decided it was a combination of the two. “I want to feel you in me.” When Daddy B groaned, I knew my reward was right around the corner.
Daddy B withdrew from me long enough to open the condom wrapper and drizzle more lube on his fingers. His hiss was sharp when he stroked himself a few times after rolling on the condom. I watched him through hooded eyes.
He was a breathtaking man with a torso sculpted to perfection and thighs like tree trunks. Daddy B’s hands dwarfed mine and his calloused fingertips left a sizzling trail in their wake. On the ice, his gaze was intense and fierce, and in this room, it was the same. But instead of the puck, he focused all his concentration on me. The intensity of it shook me. But when I felt the head of Daddy’s cock brush against my hole, I tensed involuntarily.
“Baby, relax, okay? We’ll go slow.” He rubbed his cockhead against my hole and the stimulation of the nerves there caused a shudder to course through me. “Exhale and bear down on me. It’ll be easier.”
Daddy B caught one of my legs and angled it over his arm so I was spread wide for him. He pushed his cockhead forward. Again. And again. With each movement, Daddy B repeated himself, paused between each push, and reminded me of his instructions for the next movement. He reminded me each time to breathe until he was fully seated within me. Then he stilled to allow me to adjust. His whispered words of praise warmed and relaxed my body while I adjusted to the intrusion.
Daddy B had called me his love earlier, but in this moment, I truly felt it. He was gentle and concerned, even as he denied himself. Sweat rolled down his temples and dripped onto me, but never once did he try to hurry me along. If anything, he went slower than I wanted. My hands found their way to cup his cheeks and draw his head closer to me. I raised my head to lay a gentle kiss on his mouth. He chased me down to the pillow and gave me a firmer one in return.
I poured every ounce of want and need into the kiss. If it were possible, he’d know how much I appreciate his care and concern. My tongue tasted and sipped Daddy until I was dizzy and felt the same tingly sensations. Hopefully, he knew because he felt it too.
“Daddy B, I’m okay now.” Somewhere between the kissing and the breathing, the burn had turned to an aching need for release.
“Thank fucking god because I was holding on by an inch, baby boy. You’re too fucking sexy,” Daddy said with a groan. Maybe he phrased it as a complaint, but I heard the admiration behind it. With a gentle movement, Daddy B rocked into me. But when he adjusted my leg to sharpen the angle, his dick brushed against the magic spot inside me.
Oh. My. Effing. God.
My body simmered while white hot sparks shot through my veins. Daddy plowed into me, and I matched his every movement. Words escaped us both, and we were reduced to grunts and moans as his hips snapped in a punishing dance. Instinct had taken over, and we moved because our bodies demanded it rather than our conscious thoughts. I did my best to control myself, but I raced toward the finish line in an embarrassingly fast time.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddddddddy.” My chants were broken and breathy. Daddy balanced on my arm while his other moved tostroke my cock. The faucet of precum that poured from me was all the lube needed. I was so close I could cry.
“Love, let yourself go.” His permission was all I needed to turn myself over to the sensations that threatened to overtake me. “I wanna see you come undone. Give it to me. Let me see you fall apart,” Daddy B crooned.
His words sank in and my body shattered. My back arched until I thought I would snap in half. Ropes of cum spilled over his fist as my dick pulsed wave after wave of relief. I collapsed back and my limbs ceased to function in any coordinated way.
