Page 74 of Hearts on Ice
“We should talk,” I managed. “About protection.”
Drew blinked once, as if surfacing. “Yeah… right.” He swallowed. “I haven’t—since Laura. Six years. Not with anyone.”
He looked almost apologetic when he said it, which twisted something tender in me.
“Not since eight months ago for me,” I said honestly. “I’ve always been safe, so I’m negative. And I always have condoms with me.” I leaned down, kissed his jaw. “We’ll use them. Yeah?”
He nodded, voice low. “Yeah. Definitely.” Then he gave a small, embarrassed laugh. “I’m not exactly stocked up on supplies here. Unless you think olive oil counts.”
I laughed quietly against his skin. “Tempting, papi, but no. Not that kind of extra virgin.”
That made him laugh, deep and warm, and the tension in the air melted again.
Heglanced toward the bathroom. “What about hand lotion?”
“That’ll work for tonight. Next time, we’ll stock up.”
He met my eyes, still smiling. “So… how do we even do this? You seem to know a lot about it.”
"Tonight, I want to be inside you. I’ve done it before but this is different. It’s you.” I reached up, brushing my thumb over Drew’s jaw. “If next time you want to take the lead, I’ll want that too. This isn’t about control, it’s about us—figuring out what feels good, together.”
Drew’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yeah,” he said, soft but sure. “I want that. I want you.”
“Good,” I murmured. “Then I’ll go slow. You tell me what you need.”
He exhaled, steady. “Deal.” Then, quieter: “And after this… we should probably get tested together. Make it official.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’d like that.”
I kissed him again, slow and grounding, before my voice dropped against his ear. “Confía en mí, papi. Trust me.”
His breath hitched, and he whispered back, “I already do.”
“Say less,” I teased as I climbed off the bed to get the supplies, Drew’s soft laughter trailing behind me. I got back on the bed so fast, I surprised even myself, packet and lotion in hand. Drew’s whole body softened—like letting me back between his legs was the most natural thing he’d ever done.
“Come here,” he whispered.
I did. Our mouths brushed again, slower this time, deeper, his fingers sliding into my hair like he was learning me. The kiss turned hungry fast, our breaths tangling, our hips brushing, heat building with nowhere to go.
When I finally kissed my way down his throat, across his chest, lower, his hips lifted off the bed in quiet, helpless want.
Then my hand closed around his dick and he swore, raw and beautiful. It throbbed in my fist, hot and heavy, the veins pulsing as I stroked slowly, twisting at the head to spread that slick pre-cum. "I’ve been thinking about this fat cock since the first time I saw it. But now? I’m gonna make you feel so good, and stretch that ass until you're begging for more." I pumped him harder, thumbing the slit, as I watched his face contort. Drew unraveled with moans, his hips thrusting into my hand.
He groaned, hips bucking up. "When you talk like that…"
“You love it, don’t you?”
“You fucking know that I do.”
I chuckled, low and dirty, leaning down to spit on his cock before stroking again, the wet sound obscene. "Can’t wait to get inside your virgin hole, to feel it clenching around my dick. I'm gonna fuck you until you forget everything but my cum filling you up." I jerked him faster, my other hand cupping his balls. I rolled them, tugging just enough to make him curse.
We rolled, him on top for a moment, his weight pinning me, grinding our cocks together, slick with pre-cum, the friction making my eyes roll back. His thick shaft slid along mine, heads bumping, balls slapping as he rutted like an animal.
"Shit, your dick feels so good rubbing mine, gonna make us both leak all over. Fuck, yes!"
I slicked my fingers with the sandalwood-scented lotion, kissing him deep, tongue-fucking his mouth as I reached between his thick thighs.
"Tell me if it's too much," I said, serious for a beat, because this was new for him. For both of us. My cock throbbed against his thigh, desperate.
