Page 20 of Icy Pour

“Lie back,” he commands with a gentle push, and dammit if I don’t obey in an instant. The way his hand presses against my skin is a soothing balm for every want, every desire, every need I’ve kept hidden for so long. I scoot myself up to rest my head on the pillow. He climbs to straddle me, his hardness firmly pressed against mine.

“Fuck,” I pant, my hips bucking against his.

“You okay, boss?”

“I thought you were the boss in here?”

“Oh…I am.” His grin is wicked, sharp, and full of heated promise. “But I still like the nickname.”

I huff out a laugh. “Well, what should I call you?”

“What can you call me?” He trails his hand down my chest as he hums to himself, palming my rock-hard cock. I gasp, nearly coming undone by the slightest bit of his touch. “You can call me when you’re ready to come.”

“Holy shit.”

He repositions himself between my legs, peppering kisses down my chest as he goes. I prop myself up enough to see, refusing to miss a moment of this. He places his mouth on the thin layer of white fabric covering me. God, why is this so damn sexy? He pulls the elastic down, and my dick springs free. I lift my hips to help him shimmy them off and toss them away.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls. “You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?”

“Jesus, fuck. Yes.” I groan, and I can’t tell if it’s at his praise or the feeling of him licking the bead of pre-cum from me. Both are euphoric, and I’m having a fucking hard time controlling myself. “Johnny, I…I may not last long.”

He looks up through his long lashes. “I’ll take you for as long as I can have you.”

He takes my cock in his mouth, licking along every vein, every ridge, every inch. It’s like he’s burst through the door to a closet that’s been filled to the brim with everything I’ve kept locked away, and with one flick of his tongue it all comes crashing out.

My back arches as his mouth finds a steady rhythm. The hum he lets out in response nearly sends me over the edge. I shiver, feeling his teeth graze my skin as he moves up and down my shaft. It’s messy. It’s wet. And after years of only my hand, it’s exceeding every expectation I’ve ever held onto. The ones where I never imagined this could happen. A spark ignites deep in my gut like a box of matches that got too close to a flame. All my life I’ve felt like if I could only get one match to ignite, it would help. And now that I’ve seen the whole damn box can go up in flames, I don’t want it to ever go back to the way things were. My hand clenches the sheets, desperate to hold on to this as long as I can—to hold on to him as long as I can.

Every muscle in my stomach tenses as he cups my balls. And, as if that wasn’t good enough, his finger hits a spot directly behind them just before the tight ring of muscle begging for his attention, pressing into a place I didn’t know existed. A tightness hits me like a tidal wave, and I cry out as I’ve never done before.

“Johnny!” I gasp. “I’m…shit…I’m close.”

Pulling back, he grips my cock, stroking with the perfect amount of speed and pressure, as if he’s done this for me a thousand times. A guttural moan escapes me, and I can’t contain myself any longer. My hips thrust on instinct as my release spills out, marking his chest and dripping down his hand as he flashes me a smirk, proud of what he’s done. The entire world spins, my dick still twitching in his palm. A shiver runs up my spine as I flop my head back against the pillow, fighting to catch my breath.

“You alive up there, boss?”

I let out the deep breath I’ve been holding as I come down from a high I didn’t think was possible. “Not sure yet,” I pant. “I guess I’m talking, so I must be alive, but not sure for how much longer. That was…it was…”

He kisses his way up my stomach. “Felt pretty damn good, didn’t it?”

I laugh. “More than good.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed that.” The mattress dips as he makes his way up to kiss me, soft and gentle, my lips aching for more. “So…you wanna give it a try?”

CHAPTER 13

WALT

I’m not sure if I’m shaking because I just had a gorgeous man suck my dick or at the thought of attempting to suck his. To be frank, I’m not sure about a lot of things in my life. But this? There’s no question.

“Yes.”

He grabs my hand, gently pulling it down to his briefs. “Take it out.”

My fingers slide against his skin and his dick bobs free like an animal that’s been caged all day and is ready to attack.

“Holy shit, Johnny,” I murmur, unable to blink at the monstrosity before me. “You’re…it’s…this is…”

A steady hand presses against my chest on top of the rhythm pounding inside. His hand on my heart is like the air I’ve been trying to breathe my entire life.