Page 36 of Icy Pour

“You want me to…”

“You heard me. Spit.”

I quickly do as he asks.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

A full-body shiver runs through me, my hips bucking against his. “Jesus fuck, Johnny. Why does that turn me on so much?”

“You have a thing for praise—good thing I’m here to deliver it.”

Goosebumps crawl across my body as he grasps both of our dicks with his hand, gliding them over one another. The friction, the heat of our skin stroking together, affirms once more this is the only place I want to be.

I thrust into his grip, and he groans in response.

“Put your hands on my hips,” he pants. “Fuck my hand. Grind that cock against mine.”

I nearly come undone at his words before focusing once more. I use his body to anchor myself and drive harder into his palm. The sensations pulsing through my veins soothe the ache that’s been there so long. And now that he’s here and never leaving me, I don’t want this to end. Ever.

“I’m…fuck, I’m close.”

He releases his hold as he steps back. “Not yet. I’m not nearly done with you. And you’re not gonna come ’till I say so, got it?”

My body shivers as I try to form a response. “Y-yes.”

“Good. On the bed. On all fours,” he commands.

Fuck do I love this side of him. After everything I’ve put him through, I’m happy to give him whatever the hell he wants.

Shit, who am I kidding—I’d do this regardless.

“Now. Go on.” He gestures toward the bed, and I practically sprint to get in position like I’m about to compete in a goddamn track and field race. His calloused hands wander across my back, then farther down to my ass. He rubs circles across my heated skin as he gently spreads me apart with a groan. “You’re so fucking perfect. I love that I’m the only one who gets this ass.” His palms squeeze my cheeks. “This is mine. No one else gets this. Ever.”

A full shiver runs through me. “It’s yours. Only yours.”

I shudder as his tongue circles the ring of muscle that’s been aching to be filled all day. I cry out, his mouth on me in such a sensitive place showing the ultimate level of trust I could give anyone. And just like I did with the key to the bar, there’s no one I’d rather hand that over to than him.

My back arches as I feel his tongue dip inside me. Teasing me. Making me wait for what he knows I want more than anything.

“Always so good for me…” His breath is like a prayer as he slides a finger inside. “Gonna get you nice and stretched out so you can take this cock again. You like me filling this tight hole, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” I murmur, barely able to catch my breath. My pulse races through my veins like a bolt of lightning. “Johnny,” I whimper. “Please.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“More,” I say as I hear the rip of the wrapper behind me. “More of you. All of you.”

“I fucking love hearing you say that,” he groans. The sound of latex stretching over his impossible length is the only thing stopping him from being inside me, and it’s fucking torture.

“Fuck, Johnny, please hurry.”

“Someone’s so impatient tonight,” he hums. “So greedy for me, aren’t you?”

I turn to talk over my shoulder. “Someone had to wait for your damn friend to quit blabbering while they were thinking about this. So, yeah…now that I’m here, I want it. Take it or leave it.”

He chuckles as he leans over to place kisses on my back. “There’s the grump I love.”

“I love you too. Now fuck my ass, please?”