Page 23 of Icy Pour

His mustache twitches as he flashes a slow, shy smile and I’m a fucking goner. I claim his lips once again, this time with more force, more passion. Then I slowly move down his neck. “How about,” kiss, “we try some other things tonight?” Kiss. “Just you and me.” Kiss. “Here in private.”

The deep growl from his chest has my cock twitching. I push him back and climb on top in one swift move. His hands wrap around my back, his fingers forming craters in my skin as I crash my mouth against his. The feeling of his rough lips on mine sends a wave of heat to my abs as the urge to have him in every way grows. Not yet. I grind my erection against his, the moan escaping him hitting my chest like a bolt of lightning. But soon.

“You like that? You like feeling my dick grinding on yours?”

“Y-yes. So…so good,” he breathes.

“You have no idea how good I’m gonna make you feel.” I thrust my hips forward again and again, loving the friction, his hand moving around to squeeze my pec as I do. “You got lube here, boss?”

He looks at me, lips slightly parted and his gaze filled with curiosity. “Yeah. In the nightstand.”

I roll off him to grab the lube from the drawer, returning to sit between his knees.

“What…” he clears his throat, “…what are we going to do?”

I smirk. “We’re gonna stretch you out. That is…if you want to feel me inside you deeper than the bottom of a whiskey barrel.”

He arches off the bed, unable to contain his arousal at the mention of me taking him.

My cock jerks and my heart stammers. “Guessing that’s a yes?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Yes.”

“Good.” I run my hands up the inside of his thighs, gently spreading them wider before me. “I want to see every single inch of this body. Look at your cock twitching—you’re so eager for me.”

The sound that escapes him is better than any words he could say. I rub my fingers in circles as I inch closer to what I’m ready to claim. Even if it’s only with my fingers tonight…he’s gonna be mine.

“You ever touch yourself here thinking about me?”

His body goes rigid at my question. “I…yes.”

“I like that. Maybe you can show me how you do that someday.” I don’t miss the pink blush flashing across his cheeks. The sight of it is everything. “Remember, you say stop, and we stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Me either.” I lean down and dip my tongue to lick around the tight ring of muscle in front of me. The way his body trembles has me hard as a rock, making it difficult to focus and not finish before I even have one damn finger inside him. I hum as I sense the tension leaving and he finally relaxes. I pour a generous amount of lube on my finger and his opening, and slowly press inside.

“Jesus, fuck!” he cries out.

I freeze. “You okay?”

He nods. “Yeah…that’s…oh god, that’s…it feels good.”

Circling my finger inside him, I work to stretch him out. Once he’s relaxed a bit more, I add another finger. He winces, his white knuckles gripping the sheets again. “You’re doing so good. Deep breaths. I’m right here.” His gaze meets mine, and I reach over to grasp his hand. “I got you.”

CHAPTER 15

WALT

He’s got me.

He’s taking care of me.

The sting of pain as he stretches me also brings me immense pleasure. He’s been playing with my ass for what feels like forever. My entire body aches with want, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I don’t want his fingers—I want all of him.

“Johnny,” I pant. “I’m…I’m ready.”

He bites his lip. “We don’t have to⁠—”