Page 57 of Snapping the Ice
“Sleep. But now?” He breathed in deeply. “I want to be with you. And I’m not talking about hanging out.” He freed a soft snort. “I want skin on skin. Know what I mean?”
My dick swelled as heat shivered up my spine. “I do.” I’d set up something nice in his bedroom. “What about food? Will you be hungry?”
“Hungry for you.” He sniggered. “I know it sounds cliché, but damn, I can’t stop thinking about being naked with you.”
“Jesus, Hopkins. I’m right here, man.” Evan scoffed in the background.
“Oh, sorry.” With a cackle, footsteps filtered through the phone. “I’m in the bathroom in our hotel room. We’ve got a nicer one and had to bunk up,” he said. “Fuck, Ezra, my dick is hard.”
“It is?” Heat tingled in my balls, and my cock lengthened behind my zipper. “Mine is too.”
“Yeah? Fuck.” He breathed into the phone. “I’m jerking mine.” He whimpered. “Touch yourself for me, Ezra.”
I blinked. How had it escalated to this? “Okay.” I unfastened my jeans and worked my solid dick out and then stroked it, heat pooling in my gut.
“Are you doing it?” His breath hitched and grew erratic. “Fuck, Ezra, I’m imagining your mouth on my cock. Your tongue on my…fuck,” he gritted out.
Sliding my hips down the couch, I pumped my dick, a bead of precum forming at the tip. Pleasure hummed inside me.Hearing him jack himself got me off fast. “I’m doing it. Fuck, Lucas. This is hot.”
“Damn right.” He panted through our connection. “I’m almost there.”
“Me too.” I slicked my hand with spit and quickened my pace, squeezing at the tip. Throwing the phone on the cushion beside me, I pulled on my taut balls. My orgasm teased me, my cock growing sensitive.
“Fuck, Ezra. Gonna come. I’m coming in your hot, wet mouth. God damn, you feel good.” He released sharp gasps.
Pleasure surged to the raw edge, and I lost myself to it. My dick swelled further in my hand and twitched as cum spurted onto my chest, coating my t-shirt. “Oh, fuck,” I rasped and then moaned. As each wave consumed me, my body shuddered.
“Ezra?”
“Yeah.” It slowed, and I fought to catch my breath. It was quick, but so damn worth it. His attraction to me and acceptance of his new sexuality hadn’t slowed while he was on the road.
“I almost fell on my ass.” He giggled. “That orgasm was so intense, my knees buckled.”
“Really?” I looked over my shirt, the blobs and strings of cum on it. “I nutted quite a load myself.” Come to think of it, I’d been so preoccupied by everything, I hadn’t jerked off since he’d left.
“Take a picture and send it to me.”
“What?” Was he serious? I picked up my phone with my clean hand.
“Come on, I want to see it and make sure your cock is in the photo. I’m going to use it for my spank bank.” He chuckled softly. “And no editing.”
“What, did you think I would edit it to make my dickbigger?” I laughed while opening my camera app and snapping the shot.
He choked out a laugh. “No, I just wanted it to be real and, in the moment,” he said, “I love your body and…” His breath caught. “I love your body.”
“Yeah, okay.” I sent him the photo and stood. I needed to clean up before it dried. “Send me one.”
“Sure.” Clicking carried through the phone, followed by a text notification. “There. I’m still half-hard.”
Strolling into the kitchen with my jeans open and my dick bobbing, I stopped at the sink and opened the text. An image of his plump cock with cum threading off the tip came into view, along with his bare feet and the hotel’s white floor tiles. “Oh, damn.” He trusted the hell out of me to send me this. But then, his face wasn’t in it. “Nice dick pic.”
“Same to you. But next time, I’ll want one right as you come.”
“I’ll see if I can pull that off.” After setting the phone on the counter, I grabbed a paper towel, wet it and dabbed the cum off me.
“Ezra?” The patters of splashing water filled the connection.
“Yeah?” I tucked my cock away and threw my hair behind my shoulders.
