Page 67 of Temptation On Ice

His whimpering reply is all I need to pull the shirt over his head and start working on his jeans. He kicks his boots off as I shrug out of my shirt. We both step out of our pants, coming together in a clash of equal strength and sweat-slicked skin as we grapple for control. I spin him, bending him over the island, and kneeling behind him. The sound he makes when I kiss the tight ring of his ass lets me know he likes it. I get him sloppy, wet, dripping with my spit as I tongue him, French kissing his puckered hole and gripping his dick between his legs with firm, slow strokes that have his legs shaking. Adding my fingers, I work them in one at a time, carefully stretching and working him open.

“Fuck, baby, right there,” Tucker growls when I peg his prostate, circling as he rocks back into me.

I look around for something slippery to improvise because I don't want to take any time to go hunt down lube right now when I could be inside of him, feeling this tight ass that’s gripping my fingers. I spot a jar of coconut oil by the stove and smile. We’re going to smell like sex on the beach when we’re finished. I give his cock a final tug and withdraw my fingers, turning and crossing the small kitchen for the jar. When I return, Tucker is eyeing my prize with a bemused smile.

“You coulda just spit on it and I wouldn't have given a single shit, as long as you got that beautiful cock inside me, but I think that’ll feel a little nicer.”

“If you want it rough, you just have to ask, baby,” I tell him.

He moans and drops his head between his shoulders. “You’re killing me,” he says, voice muffled.

I shake my head and smile at his ability to make me fall even more in love with him over something so simple. I slide my hand down his thigh, gripping behind his knee, and lifting it onto the countertop so he’s spread wide open for me. A fingerful of coconut oil is plenty to coat my cock until it’s slipping through my fist. I add the rest to Tucker, smoothing over and into his tight ring of muscle, down to his balls, and fisting his cock as he flexes into my hand.

“Stop playing and fuck me right now,” Tucker demands, the growl in his voice so fucking sexy it has my cock jumping against his ass. “I’m going to die if I don't have you inside me.”

“Aw, I love when you get desperate for me, baby. I need you to beg for it,” I say, grasping the base of my cock and dragging the head up and down his slick crack, groaning with how good it feels. I’m just as desperate to sink inside of him, too, but I like him on edge, needy. I slap his round ass cheek with my dick, and he moans.

“Fuck,” he swears, dropping his head onto his arms.

His hips rock back against me, making my cock slip and slide up and down his crack, the head catching on his slick hole a little more each time. It’s so reminiscent of one of my shower fantasies, I have to work to not come from the image and feel of him like this. He picks his head up, arching his back until his waist looks snatched and the globes of his ass spread wide with his knee still up on the counter.

“Please, Big Daddy. Please fuck me,” he begs.

“That’s my good fucking boy,” I growl. With the slightest angling, I’m pushing inside him with a groan that has my eyes squeezing shut with pleasure. I fight to keep them open because he’s a damn dream to watch.

He cries out with the intrusion, his fingers flexing against the countertop, looking for purchase or something to hang onto. I savor the sight of my cock disappearing inside him inch by inch as he adjusts to my size, but his breathing is shallow, and he’s trembling. I don't want to hurt him, no matter how good he feels swallowing my cock like this.

“Too much?” I gasp, shaking as I hold myself back from using the grip I have on his waist and shoving inside to the base. He feels like heaven, smells like a tropical vacation, and he’s spread out like my perfect last supper on the counter.

“Never. I want more, now,” he demands, that needy note in his voice that I love so much. “I need you to move and fill me up with that fat cock before I come from you nailing my prostate like that as you rock in and out just a few inches.” He looks back over his shoulder and bites his lip, his dimple deepening in his cheek.

I groan as I lose my fight to hold back.

My tether is snapped, a beast unleashed, my hips flexing and cock disappearing inside his ass fully as we both lose our ability to speak. I slide back, dragging myself out slowly so I can pull him back onto my cock. I use my grip on him to push and pull my big, brawny country boy across the countertop, fucking him on my cock as he moans and bites his fist. I like watching him lose it for me like this. It has my hips rolling, meeting his ass faster, harder, until the sound of our flesh slapping together is threatening to drown out our moans. He feels so damn good, his tight ass squeezing me just right, everything about him perfect.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he growls, ass rippling as I continue fucking him rough, hard, and deep like he asked for. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, just like that.” He lets out a guttural groan that is fucking music to my ears.

I look down at his leg hitched on the counter, and watch as his cock swells and shoots ropes of cum onto the floor without either of us even touching him. It’s so fucking hot, it sets my orgasm off, my release painting his insides as his tight hole squeezes me over and over. I slow my hard thrusts, staying deep as I throb in time with my heartbeat and let out a satisfied groan.

“You’re the sexiest fucking thing ever,” I say, voice strained with pleasure and exertion. He makes me feel like I’ve just come off a shift on the ice and had my ass handed to me, while feeling the best I’ve ever felt.

“I’ve never come hands-free before. That was…ridiculously good,” he says, awe lacing his tone as he struggles to even his breathing.

“You hungry, my lupacchiotto?” I ask, pulling out of his exquisite ass. I watch my cum as it drips from him, loving the sight of him marked. I swipe it up with two fingers. It smells like coconuts and sex, a decadent treat for the good boy who just rocked my world.

“You know I am.” His low voice is just as obsessed as mine. I'd better start thanking whatever god brought us together that our kinks managed to line up like this.

It’s probably Eliana’s doing. Leave it to her to find a man so perfect for me.

He adjusts, dropping the knee he had hitched up on the counter, and turns, mouth open for the fingers I’m bringing up for him. He grips my wrist, holding my hand at his mouth as he sucks my fingers clean, groaning and opening blue eyes full of desire that stoke a fire in my groin that he would still want my cum even now. I want to paint him in my release, make him swallow loads every day, see how much I can pump into his ass, and feed him my spend when it’s dripping from him. I need uninterrupted time with him so I can live out these filthy fantasies with my willing lover now that this obsession has taken root. He drags his teeth along my fingers as he pulls them out of his mouth, tongue flicking along my fingertips as we part.

The kitchen is bathed in a warm golden glow as I take Tucker into my arms, pulling him tight against me as he wraps his arms around my waist and sighs. I melt into his embrace, letting his strong arms hold me up as we relax into each other. Turning my head, I catch a sight out the window set above the sink that takes my breath away. A brilliant sunset streaks the sky in burnt sienna and coral, slashes of saffron and indigo gnawing at the edges. Thin clouds of amethyst and lilac sit low above the trees that are beginning to lose their leaves.

Another perfect sunset that Eliana would have loved, and I get to share it with Tucker now.

Yeah, Eliana, I’m happy. Thank you for sending me the other love of my life.

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