Page 71 of Snapping the Ice
He tensed his lips. “My sister went after kids for me a few times.” He creased his brows. “I was never, uh, a big kid. I was always on the shorter and skinnier side. For a while, she was bigger than me, even though she was two years younger.”
“You were always a twink?” I cupped his cheek, our gazes locking, and I pressed a soft kiss on his mouth. “I mean that in the best way. When I told Mason about you, the first thing he said was that twinks were my thing. He was right.”
“Yeah…” With the ghost of a smile, he shifted closer to me, his breath quickening. “Do you want to try something different tonight?”
Fixating on him, I nodded, my solid cock aching. The anal shit worried me as much as it intrigued me. Or did it intrigue me because I was anxious about it? Sexuality was so messed up sometimes.
Taking a hard swallow, he kept his gaze on mine, unfastened my jeans, and then dipped his hand inside my briefs, placing lazy strokes on my shaft.
“Fuck…” As pleasure coiled inside my gut, I slid my tongue across my lips. His touch was electric.
“Let’s take it slowly and see where things go.” He shifted even closer, skimming his lips over mine in the softest of kisses, his palm rubbing the crown of my cock, spreading precum down the shaft. “You’re leaking already.”
“I am. I guess with you it’s instantaneous.” Pleasure shivered up my spine. I bit my lip through a moan, my brows tensing. I could barely think straight, but I knew what I wanted. “Kiss me and climb on top of me.”
“Okay, but get undressed first.” He left me to sit up, lift his shirt over his head, and toss it. Next, he skimmed his jeans and briefs down his legs.
“No sexy underwear tonight?” I freed a soft snicker as I removed my clothes and threw them on the floor.
“You want me to wear them all the time? Even when we’re out in public?” He hooked a brow at me.
“I wouldn’t…” Shit, if I’d known he was wearing lace all day, how would I have hid the boners? “Okay, maybe on special days when I don’t have to worry about walking around with a hard on.” I fell onto my back again and flung my arm to the side. “Come on.”
He hovered over me and lowered, propping on his elbows, his legs between mine, his long hair falling around my face. His hot cock pressed against mine, and he shuddered. “When we go to the gay bar with your friends, I’ll wear something extra special for you.”
My cock twitched against his. “Perfect.” Grabbing his round ass, I dug my fingers into the globes. “You have the nicest ass. You’ll let me fuck it sometime, right?” My mind wanted it all, me on the bottom and him on the bottom.
“Of course.” He flicked his tongue against my lips before claiming me in hungry kisses, his hips rocking and dick rutting into mine. A soft moan worked out of him, and he angled his hips, sneaking his hand between us.
With sensation heating my skin, I nibbled his lower lip and bit at his chin while roaming my hand to his chest. He enjoyed having his nipples played with, right? I pinched a nipple and rolled itin my fingers.
He gasped and lifted his head, exposing his neck to me. “More, Lucas.”
Fuck, when he said my name like that…Sucking his neck, I teased one nipple and then the other, all while he stroked our weeping cocks.
“Lube?” He halted and threw my nightstand drawer open. We’d stashed it in there after the first time we used it.
“Yeah.” I watched, fascinated, while he slathered it on his cock, sitting up and placing long tugs on it. Is that how he looked when he jerked himself?
With a wicked grin, he bit his lip. “Wait, I have a better idea.” He shimmied back and lowered his face over my groin.
“Blowjob?” I held my dick to his mouth. We’d already done this, but I wouldn’t complain. What’s not to love about a blowjob?
“Blowjob with some anal play?” As his lips tugged on one side, he slipped his finger into my crack. “Lift your legs.” His eyes darkened.
I raised my knees, exposing myself, my balls tightening and a sharp pulse beading precum at my tip. “Okay.” I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew I could trust him.
“If you want me to stop, say so. But damn…” He slipped his tongue along his upper lip. “Your body’s on board.”
“It is.” Yeah, this was a mind fuck. I sucked in a breath and held it.
“I’m going to enjoy every second of this.” With a soft smirk, he fisted my base and licked my shaft. His free hand slipped to my hole and circled.
My eyes popped open as I watched his head bob over me. It was weird and fuck—it felt good. The pressure of his finger ignited heat inside me, mixing with the friction of his lips and tongue against my dick. Resting my hand on the back of his head, I rocked my hips, fucking his wet mouth. I chased thepressure of his fingers. I’d never touched myself there. Holy hell, never knew. “More, Ezra.”
“You sure?” He slipped off me, his lips red and swollen.
“I’m sure.” I was doing this. Did it make me gay? So the fuck what. I gave him a quick nod and spread my legs wider.
