Page 63 of Snapping the Ice
I opened and let him slide it inside. The sweet and bitter taste melted against my tongue. “With anal sex, what position are you?” Did I phrase that correctly? What if he didn’t have anal, like Jett?
His brows snapped up. “Position? You mean like top or bottom?” He offered a wry grin.
“That’s exactly what I mean. Do you catch or pitch?” Scoffing a laugh, I rubbed my eyes. I should shut up right now.
“I prefer both, but with Tate…” He flinched. “Sorry, I only bottomed.” He studied me.
As my chest pinched, an image flashed behind my eyes, of him on his hands and knees, Tate pummeling from behind. Nausea coiled inside me. “Oh.”
Setting his hand on my bare thigh, he said, “Have you been thinking about it? Anal sex?”
“Sort of. I’ve been thinking about it in a logistical way.” I fingered the rim of my wineglass. He said he preferred both. “So, you’ve topped?” It wasn’t what I’d expected from him.
“I have. And I like it.” He lifted his chin, his gaze flickering across my face. “What are you thinking, Lucas?”
“I’m thinking…” I glanced at the discarded lace underwear onthe floor and my dick twitched. Damn it, could he fuck me in those? Did that turn me on? Holy hell. I scrubbed my face. “God, my brain is in overdrive.” I breathed in deeply as my dick swelled against my thigh.
His gaze dipped to my lap. “You’re having naughty thoughts.” He palmed my cock. “Tell me. I want to know.”
“What does anal sex feel like?” I might not even like it. It was messy, wasn’t it? Or was my straight brain telling me that? I peeked at him.
“It can be amazing.” His gaze wandered off. “It can suck too if the guy on top isn’t careful.” He drank some wine.
I wouldn’t mention Tate, but clearly, he’d been the one who wasn’t careful. Heat swept through my chest. That Fucker. God, I wanted to beat the shit out of him someday. I snuck my hand across Ezra’s shoulders and drew him into my side, kissing his head. “I want to try it. For whatever reason, having you fuck me in some lace turns me on.” I ticked my head at my half-hard dick.
Ezra squirmed. “You like being dominated by a smaller guy?” His gaze swung to mine and locked. After his tongue swirled across his lips, he said, “Damn, I find that very arousing. It might even be a fantasy of mine.”
“I enjoy being dominated by you.” I arched a brow. “Jesus, Ezra, can’t you see how much you dominate me out of the bedroom already?”
His breath caught. “I guess I do.” Leaning in, he pressed a long kiss on my mouth, a ragged moan escaping him. “I’ll introduce you to it slowly.” His teeth dragged over his lower lip. “I’m going to make you see stars.”
“God, I can’t wait.” Cupping his cheek, I gave him unhurried kisses, my lips gliding over his, our tongues slipping lazily against the other. I was falling for him. No doubt about it. I was all in.
CHAPTER 14
EZRA
I’d died and gone to heaven. It was the only explanation for meeting a man so perfect for me, in and out of the bedroom. We got dressed and headed to the main room after spending an hour cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. The plan was to order DoorDash, and we both craved Italian.
I set our wine bottle and chocolate box on the kitchen island and held my cell phone to my face. “There’s a place close by. Have you been there? Olive and Ivy?” It was a little pricey, but I’d just gotten paid by his team for the shoot and he was worth every penny.
He pushed my phone down. “I’m getting this and yes, I’ve been there. The food is awesome.”
“No, I’m buying. It’s all part of my homecoming surprise for you.” I mock glared at him. I wouldn’t let him win this argument.
“Fine.” He chuckled and poured us more wine. “Dominate me some more. You know how much I love it now.” He peeked at me as he sipped his wine.
Shaking my head, I grinned. He was too cute. “What doyou want?” I perused the menu. Pasta sounded good. “I’m having lasagna Bolognese. You?” I held my phone to him.
He scrolled the menu. “Get me the chicken scallopini.”
“Okay.” I ordered the items and set my phone on the counter. Now that we’d had the anal sex discussion, I should probably talk to him about protection. I glanced at Evan’s closed door. He must still be sleeping. “Lucas? I have something to tell you.”
“Okay.” He grabbed his wineglass, then my hand, and led me to the sofa.
After we both dropped in, I said, “I’m on PrEP.” Would he know about that?
“Yeah? My brother takes that.” He lowered his brows. “Don’t most gay men take it?”
