Page 66 of Hearts on Ice
“Shh.” I leaned in and kissed just above his hip first, then a little lower, because I wanted to hear what sound he’d make. He made it—low, rough, half-swallowed—and his thigh muscles jumped under my hand.
“Lie back for me,” I said.
He hesitated for a fraction of a second—control, always wanting control—then he did. He eased onto his elbows first, then all the way back, big body stretching out on the sheets like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. Chest rising and falling. Mouth parted. Eyes on me.
That sight alone almost finished me.
“Beautiful,” I told him honestly.
He huffed. “That’s not exactly the word most people would pick.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Well. I’m not most people.”
I wrapped my hand around him.
His whole body jerked.
“Fuck,” he choked, eyes squeezing shut for a second. “God—Miguel.”
“Dímelo,” I whispered. “Tell me.”
His hips twitched up into my fist before he could stop them. “Feels—Jesus, feels good.”
“Yeah?” I stroked him slowly, thumb dragging over the head, spreading slick. “You like my hand on you, Coach?”
He made a strangled sound and I swear I felt it everywhere.
“Drew,” he ground out. “If you keep calling me Coach while you’re doing that I’m actually gonna die.”
“Okay,” I murmured. “Drew.”
He swallowed, hard.
I leaned in and licked him.
He swore. Loud. His hand flew to my hair, fingers curling but not pulling, like he didn’t know if he was allowed to be rough.
Oh god, I wanted that.
“Use me,” I said against his skin, voice low. “Tócame. I like it.”
His fingers tightened, just enough to sting. “Miguel…”
I took him into my mouth, slow, steady, letting him feel every inch of it. Letting him feel that I wanted this. That I was choosing this. His hips bucked, and then he forced them back down, like he was scared to hurt me.
That made me groan around him.
He cursed again. His breath went ragged fast—almost too fast, like this was already pulling him apart.
“Relax,” I murmured when I came up for air, stroking him with my hand again. “I’ve got you. Déjame cuidarte, papi.”
His head snapped up, eyes blown wide. “Say that again.”
I smiled, slow and wicked, and leaned in close to his ear. “Déjame cuidarte, papi. Let me take care of you.”
He actually shivered.
Oh yeah. Filed that away.
