Page 72 of Snapping the Ice
He squirted more lube on his fingers and nudged them to my hole. “This is making me so hot. I think I could come without touching myself.”
“Don’t come. I want to make you come.” I brushed my fingers along his gorgeous cock, standing tall between his thighs.
He hissed and fluttered his eyes shut. “Careful.” Breathing in deeply, he leaned over and devoured my dick, pumping it while fluttering his tongue over the head.
“Oh, fuck.” My stomach tensed as sensation whirled inside me.
Milking my dick, he pressed hard against my hole and breached it.
A second of burning gave way to more intense pressure than I’d felt earlier. “Jesus, Ezra, more.” Rocking my hips, I slapped my hands on his head.
He pushed his finger all the way inside me and stars lit behind my eyes, a shock of pleasure tingling my entire body all the way to my toes. I cried out. “Holy fucking hell.”
Pulling off me for a beat, he said, “Say hello to your prostate.” With a chuckle, he continued, swallowing me to the back of his throat and rubbing his finger over my internal spot.
I rode it out, surges of sensation bringing me to the edge and tapering while I fought to hold on. It was too incredible to end. If one finger felt so good, what would his dick feel like? “More, Ezra.” My thighs trembled around his head.
He slipped a second finger inside me and quickened his pace, moaning over myswollen cock.
The vibration heightened it all and a rush of sensation overtook me. My balls unloaded cum into his mouth in quick spurts, and my insides pinched around his fingers. I gritted through groans and gasps as I fought to keep from screaming. Fuck, if Evan heard me, the teasing would be endless.
As it slowed, Ezra pulled off me with a wet pop, rosy blooms on his cheeks. He swiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Precum dribbled down his shaft.
He’d just given me the best orgasm of my life. What could I do for him? “Ezra…” Sitting up, I drew his hips closer to me. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
He smirked. “I need to be tested first.” Wrapping his hand around his cock, he grabbed my nape and consumed me in harsh kisses, his tongue tangling with mine. As he furiously pumped his dick, he gasped against my mouth.
Hot droplets sprayed my chest, and he jutted his hips closer to me.
He was coming. On me. I cupped his balls, fondling them through his release, and they quivered in my hand. As it slowed, he dropped on tucked legs and hung his head. “If I’d let myself go, I would have wanted to fuck you.”
I lifted my brows. “If you’d asked, I probably would have let you.” I pressed my forehead to his. I was a goner. All my straight fears about anal were completely unfounded. It was amazing.
“So, I’ll get tested tomorrow on my lunch hour. I know a place.” He focused on me and the corner of his lip rose.
“Yeah? Awesome.” I nodded. What else was I supposed to say? My brain was still in a fog. I glanced at my chest. The cum had dried. “Clean up?”
He nodded. “I just need a minute. I’m not sure I can stand right now.” He giggled.
“I’ll help you.” My heart swelled with warmth. He’d stay in bed with me all night.
After washing up, we slid under my sheets and spooned, with him tucking into my chest. We’d become used to sleeping naked together. “Ezra?” Despite having an early skate, I wasn’t ready to sleep yet, and I needed some clarifications before we had sex.
“Yeah?” He nudged his ass against my flaccid cock.
His heat enveloped my dick. “Are you trying to make me hard again?” With a chuckle, I nuzzle his soft hair.
“Uh, no, but I wouldn’t mind.” He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “What were you going to ask me?”
“How do you feel about us?” Okay, not very succinct, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to know. I tightened my hold on him.
“I’m feeling good about us. This past week went well, except for me not telling you about Tate.” His body tensed.
He still felt bad about it. “It’s okay. We’re past that. I guess I want to know how you’re feeling about me.” Fuck, why was I asking this? If his feelings matched mine, he’d say it, right?
“I’m, uh.” He twisted his head, showing his profile in the ambient light from the window. “I like you, Lucas. A lot. You know that, right? I’ve wondered if this could be a rebound relationship for me, but it’s not. For that, I’d have to have had a proper relationship. Tate was just a distraction.”
I widened my eyes. Hell, that was a lot more than I’d expected. “Yeah?”
