Page 45 of Snapping the Ice
“I felt your dick move. I want to make you feel good.” He pressed harder against my ass. “I’ve fantasized about how you’d sound if I made you come.”
“Let’s make that fantasy come true.” I freed the wine bottle and twisted in his hold, our hot cocks touching through our clothes. Cupping his cheek, I gazed deeply into his darkened eyes and said, “Lucas, we can go as slow as you want or as fast as you want.” I pressed a hard kiss on his lips, and he chased my mouth as I pulled away. “I’m all yours.”
Raking his teeth across his lower lip, the hint of a grin curled his mouth. “I like the sound of that.”
“What about the wine?” I tapped my forehead on his. Were we ditching it for sex?
“Yeah, let’s pour some glasses.” He stepped back and threaded his fingers through his dark bangs. “This is so intense. Is it supposed to be more intense with a guy?”
I lifted my brows. “It always was for me, but then I’m gay and never cared to be with women.” With a smirk, I looked through the cabinets for some wine glasses, pulled two down and poured the wine.
He picked one glass up. “Here’s to being gay.” He held his glass out.
Tapping his glass with my own, I said, “To being gay.” The heat between us still simmered under my skin. Damn, he was doing things to me no one had before. In a way, this might be my first time, too.
I followed him to the couch and sat down, sipping my wine along the way, the oak and citrus flavors mixing perfectly on my tongue. “This is a good wine.” And I’d tasted some superb wines with Tate. Fuck, I should banish him from my thoughts.
“Ezra, come closer.” He threw his arm over the back of the couch, behind my shoulders.
I tucked into his side. “Tell me how you’re feeling about things.” Like why did he opt for wine instead of kissing?
“I’m feeling good. I feel…” He dipped his head and choked out a laugh. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I feel a little awkward. If you were a woman?—”
“What would you do?” Maybe this was my chance. After taking a sip of wine, I set down my glass on the coffee table and then did the same with his. “Show me what you’d do if I was a woman.”
His gaze trailed over my body as his tongue darted across his lower lip. “I’d, uh…” He seized my nape and captured me in a hungry kiss, his lips demanding and his tongue penetrating me.
Slanting my mouth over his, I wound an arm around his neck, pulling him backward and on top of me.
He thrust his hard cock against mine and ragged moans freed from his throat. Breaking the kisses, he whispered, “Oh fuck.” He kissed and nibbled my chin and down the column of my throat, sliding a hand underneath my shirt and up to tease a nipple.
As pleasure jolted through me, I gasped. “Yeah, do that more.” Panting, I slapped my hand to his muscled ass and squeezed.
He pinched my nipple and shuddered over me. “Ezra, touch me, touch my cock.”
Fuck yeah. I snuck a hand between us, unfastened his jeans, and freed his thick, hot dick. Precum beaded at the tip and I swiped it with my thumb, then stroked him.
“Oh, fuck. Holy shit.” He buried his face in my neck. “More, I need more.” He bit and sucked on my neck.
Quickly, I freed my cock from my jeans, spat on my handand fisted both our dicks, rocking my hips and rubbing them together while I stroked. As sensation heated my skin and coiled inside me, my balls tightened. If only we could lose the clothes, but he might not be ready.
His body tensed, and his mouth met mine in a flurry of hurried kisses.
As I quickened the pace on our cocks, my climax roared to the edge. “Fuck, Lucas, gonna come.” As I fell off the cliff, moan after moan ripped from my throat. Hot cum erupted onto my hand and stomach. My entire body flared with pleasure with each contraction. I’d never felt such an intense orgasm.
“Oh, fuck.” His cock swelled further in my hand and his release spurted, mixing with mine. He shuddered with each pulse and gasped. As it slowed, he relaxed over me, nuzzling my neck. “What did you do to me? I don’t think I can move.”
“I jerked us both off at the same time.” I wouldn’t bother to mention the term for it. I enjoyed the weight of him over me. It was solid and comforting.
He lifted onto an elbow, his attention drawing to me. “That felt incredible.” He pressed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Do you feel embarrassed or awkward in any way?” I didn’t know what a former straight guy would feel. I could only imagine. I gauged his reaction.
With a headshake, he said, “No, watching you come was better than my fantasy.” He curled the edge of his mouth. “It really got me off.” He chuckled. “I’ll be thinking about it for days. Probably when I’m alone in my hotel room.” His cheeks flushed.
“Yeah?” I gave him a lazy smile. “I’ll do the same. When I’m alone.” Shit, he was leaving tomorrow. “How long will you be on the road?”
“I come home on Thursday.” His cock twitched against mine. “Ezra, I think I’m getting hard again.” He choked out alaugh. “Yeah, I am.” He planted a quick kiss on my lips. “You can’t tell me you’re going to think about me and jerk off while I’m gone.”
