Page 62 of Snapping the Ice
“Oh god, Ezra. Fuck, yeah, that’s good.” Biting my lower lip, I watched his head bob over me. Tingling swelled in my cock and pulsed to my toes. I couldn’t come already. Hell no, this was too good. Staring at my ceiling, I fought against the ebb and flow of climax. My thighs trembled and goosebumps broke out. Pulling on his hair, I said, “Fuck, gonna come.”
He pulled off me with a slurp and sat up, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do you want to come now? Or do you want more?”
I glanced at the lube. “More, I want more.” He obviously had more planned.
“Good.” With a smirk, he motioned for me to move down the bed.
Shimmying down, I wound my legs around his and struggled to catch my breath.
He lay over me, resting his hot cock against mine, propped on his elbows around my head. Skimming his knuckles over my cheek, he said, “What are you ready for?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure what’s on the table here, so…” I fixated on his plump, wet lips, his heat agonizing against my sensitive cock. “Why not tell me what you want?”
Lifting the edge of his lips, he said, “Let’s try this.” He grabbed the lube, squirted it over his lace underwear and rocked his hips.
His slick cock glided against mine and my balls drew even tighter, pleasure heightening inside me. Fuck, I was about to go off. I rasped a groan.
He bit my lower lip and released it. “Do you like this?” He bit my earlobe and snuck a hand to my nipple, pinching it.
“Oh, fuck.” As my dick pulsated with a surge of sensation, I arched off the bed. I could totally fuck him right now. I didn’t care, I just wanted inside him. “Ezra, can I fuck you?” I panted.
As he flicked his tongue inside the shell of my ear, his breath hitched. “Not today.” He thrust against me, ravaging my neck with bites and long sucks.
What the fuck? I dug my fingers into the round globes of his ass. I’m sure he had his reasons. As heat shivered over my skin, my release rushed to the surface. “C-coming, gonna come.” I couldn’t hold back.
He dashed between my legs, buried my cock in his mouth and sucked, stroking with his fist and pulling on my balls.
“Holy fucking hell.” My body clenched as my orgasm jolted through me, sparks lighting behind my eyes. My toes curled and cum shot to the back of his throat as waves rolled through me.
He swallowed it all down and, as it slowed to a stop, he rose onto his knees. “What do you want? Tell me. Quickly.” He palmed his swollen cock, still bound in slick lace.
Damn, this was all about me. My mouth watered. “I want to suck you off.” Sitting up, I slipped the panties down to his thighs and devoured him, wrapping my hands around the base and taking him deeply into my throat.
The heady taste of his precum flooded my tongue. I lapped at his cockhead and plunged over him again and again.
He gasped and whimpered, thrusting his hips and fucking my mouth. “God, so good, Lucas.” With a shudder, his cock pulsed and hot cum spurted to coat my throat.
I swallowed, sucking him even deeper. Who knew I could swallow? It hadn’t occurred to me to pull off this time.
His fingers burrowed into my shoulder muscles as his release filled me. When it calmed, he pulled out and sat on tucked legs, his head hanging. “Jesus Christ, Lucas. I almost blacked out.” He rubbed his forehead.
“Yeah? I’m that good, huh?” Grabbing his nape, I pulled him in for a hard kiss on his mouth and then planted my forehead to his. “Let’s clean up and enjoy the rest of this wine and chocolate.” And talk about a few things once my head cleared.
After washing in my bathroom, I followed him to my bed, still naked, and crept onto it, both of us sitting against the pillows of the headboard. Funny, a month ago, it would have been impossible to imagine me sitting on a bed naked with a guy. Okay, or me giving a blowjob and swallowing. I picked up his wineglass and handed it to him. “So, what was this all about?”
He sipped his wine, giving me a sideways glance. “I wanted to experiment and see what you were into. I had a feeling there might be things you didn’t know about yourself.” His lips curled.
“Okay, well, you were right.” After drinking some wine, I grabbed a chocolate. “I didn’t know I’d find lace hot on a guy.” I held the chocolate close to his mouth. Shit, I did things with him I’d never done, even with women. Like feeding someone chocolate in bed? Never done it.
“Good. I have a collection of fun underwear.” He giggled and opened his mouth.
I dropped the chocolate between his lips. “I also didn’t know I could swallow a guy’s cum.” With a tut, I shook my head. “I have to admit, it’s not an unpleasant taste.”
“I’m thrilled to hear that.” He choked out a laugh.
“So, I guess there’s a conversation we need to have.” I swirled the wine in my glass as tightness coiled in my gut. Would he think I was weird?
“Ask away.” He drank some wine and leaned over me, grabbing another chocolate. “Here, for you.” With a warm smile, he held it to my mouth.
