Page 49 of Snapping the Ice
As his legs hit the mattress, he dropped and scooted to rest his back against the headboard, throwing his hair behind his shoulders. With darkening eyes, he said, “Can we lose the clothes this time?”
“Uh…sure.” We’d slept in our underwear, so why not? I locked my bedroom door and then shucked my shirt over my head and threw it.
His gaze roamed my chest and stopped at my dick, tenting my joggers. “Damn, you have the best body, Lucas.” Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, he slipped his jeans down and off and pulled his shirt over his head. His hair fell around his shoulders again.
“You’re beautiful, Ezra.” My heart fluttered with warmth. With the longer hair, he was such a mix of masculine and feminine. It fucked with my brain a little. But in a good way. I dropped my joggers and crawled on the bed to him, hovering over him on my knees and straight arms.
He palmed my cock through my briefs and licked at my lips. “This okay?” He cupped my balls and fondled them.
Tingling spread from my balls to my cock, and it jerked. “Oh, fuck, that is very okay.” My breath quickened. I’d wanted to touch him last night, but I’d barely done it. What would his dick feel like in my hand? I sat back on tucked legs, fixating on his solid cock, stretching to his hip inside his briefs.
“Goahead, do whatever you want.” His eyelids hooded, and he scooted lower, his legs spreading around mine.
With my dick aching, I skimmed my fingers up his solid cock, from base to tip. It didn’t feel strange to touch him. I circled his crown with my finger pads, the ridge soft, yet firm.
His lips parted, and his breath quickened.
I glanced at his face, the tensed brows and lowered lids. I turned him on.Me. Slowly lowering the band of his underwear, I brushed my fingers over him again. His dick pulsed and a bead of precum formed at the tip. My mouth salivated. I wanted to lick it. What the hell?
Taking a deep breath, I peeked at him and bent over. Sticking my tongue out, I flicked at the tip. The salty taste flooded my tongue. It was different, not terrible.
He shuddered, and his breath caught. “Jesus, Lucas, I’d love for you to give me a blowjob, but?—”
My cock twitched inside my briefs. Raising to my knees, I lowered my underwear and shimmied it off. “Maybe I could try.” I knew how it was done, and I knew what I liked. How hard could it be? Fisting his base, I lowered between his legs and opened my mouth. Holy fuck, was I really doing this? I peeked at him.
His teeth sank into his lower lip and he held his breath. “Only if you’re comfortable.”
I licked his shaft over his tip and then wrapped my lips around the head, slowly sucking him in and sliding off.
“Oh, fuck.” He jerked his hips and his stomach clenched.
My cock throbbed for attention. God damn, I thought last night was a turn on, but this was even better. Who’d have thought I’d like sucking cock? Quickening my pace, I stroked him at the same time I bobbed over his dick, taking it to the back of my throat.
He moaned and squirmed under me. “That feels so good,Lucas.” His thighs pebbled with goosebumps. “Not going to last. Fuck.”
I stayed on him for another minute, stroking and sucking, flicking my tongue at his glans the way I’d liked. His dick swelled further in my mouth.
“Shit, Lucas, gonna come.” He grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging in.
Did I want to swallow it? I didn’t want to stop, though. With a moan, I pulled off him and stroked his slick cock with my fist.
With sharp gasps, his dick jerked in my hand and hot cum burst onto his chest and stomach. His eyes squeezed shut and his brows tensed as his mouth fell open.
A surge of sensation sparked in my tight balls, and my dick quivered. Holy fuck, I was about to come with him. I wrapped my hand around my cock and jerked it. As his climax slowed, I rose onto my knees and hovered over him on a straight arm. I wanted to mark him. He was fucking mine. Pleasure exploded inside me, curling my toes and darkening my vision. Moaning, I painted his chest with my come, mixing with his.
He cupped my balls as I came, heightening the sensation of my orgasm. Hooking his arm around my neck, he crushed his mouth to mine, swallowing my groans. As it all slowed, he pulled his lips from mine. “Are you okay?”
“Fuck, yeah. Do I not look okay?” As my skin still tingled, I freed his dick and sat on my legs. “That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.” I raked my gaze over him, the blobs of cum on his chest and abs. I did that. All of it. “Looks like we both dropped one hell of a load.”
He smirked. “We did. I’m surprised as hell you opted for the blow job.”
“I just went with it.” Jett had said sex would come naturally, and it did, once I took my brain offline. “Let meclean us up.” I climbed off the bed and into my en-suite bathroom. Evan might be back any minute.
After wetting a washcloth and rinsing my hands, I wiped myself down and strolled to Ezra. I sat on the bed and cleaned him off, sliding the washcloth along the grooves of his lean body.
He studied me. “Are you sure you’re okay with what we did?”
Throwing the washcloth on the floor, I crept in next to him, sneaking an arm around his shoulders. “I'm sure.” I kissed his cheek. “If I wasn’t, I’d tell you.” He’d need reassurance that I wasn’t fucking around. “Ezra, look at me.”
