Page 88 of Home Ice

Then they disappear, and Hawke pushes away from me.

“Where are you going?” I instinctually reach for him, but he just kneels between my legs and rolls a condom on. I hate the sight of it, want to feel his skin as his cock fills me, but I’m too horny and tipsy to have any conversation about it. Right now, I want him inside me. Whatever it takes.

I grab the lube before he can and squeeze some out into my hand. His dick twitches as I cover him, leaving his swollen head shiny under the lights coming in through the window.

The bathroom light barely makes a dent in the darkness, but it’s enough to see every one of Hawke’s abs in sharp definition and every ridge of his cock waiting to enter me.

“You good?” he asks, like he can barely get a word out.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

He grabs my legs and slings them over his hips so my ass lifts from the bed. Then his cock is at my hole, and my eyes drift up to meet his. We’re here. This is actually happening.

“Do it.” I might be apprehensive and anxious about what this could mean for our friendship, but I’ve been craving him for weeks, the thought of this moment digging under my skin like a splinter. Not always painful, but it only takes the tiniest thing to remind me it’s there.

Hawke pushes forward. The head of his cock presses against my hole for a tense few seconds before it sinks inside. I relax around him, bearing down and making it easier to move.

His eyes break from mine and flick down to where he’s entering me. “Oh, shit, Tai. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hotter sight in my life.”

“Tell me about it.”

He groans and rocks forward some more. “Your ass is stretched around my cock. Looks so perfectly made to take me.” His gaze strays up before darting back down again. “Fuck me …”

Hawke’s head tilts back, tendons in his neck sticking out, as he buries himself completely. At first, I worry that he just came, but after a few moments of heavy breathing, he leans back over again.

He’s still panting, jaw clenched, eyes burning in the dark.

“I want you to lay there,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “Just relax and let me give you what you need.”

A shiver races up my spine. “You always do.”

I mean it. For as long as I can remember, Hawke has been safety. Fun. The person I could turn to for anything. He knows all my dark thoughts, and even now, he doesn’t hold them against me. He accepts me for who I am and somehow likes me for it. Wants me. The way I’m really, really starting to want him.

He takes my mouth again and starts to thrust. His cock fills me completely, spreading me wide and giving me the deep penetration I’ve been craving. His hips meet my ass in a punishing rhythm, and I pull him as close as I can, needing to touch, to feel, to consume.

Our tongues twist together, labored breathing catching between us. My teeth clack against his, and my jaw stretches so wide it’s like we’re trying to swallow each other whole. I moan into the kiss, feeling more wanted than I ever have in my life. It feels as though we fuck like that for hours, but just when Hawke is starting to slow down, I flip us. Take over. Give him a chance to regroup, while we keep this going.

Our mouths don’t part as I sink back onto him and ride him the way I need.

He’s in so deep, this sexy, overwhelming pressure that’s making my balls throb. All I can think of is how I need more. More Hawke. More sex.

More of him calling me Tai.

I grunt and move faster, fucking myself on him until my thighs seize up. Until sweat is prickling along my back and hairline again.

He must sense my fatigue because he plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up to meet every movement. His large hands are on my ass, spreading it apart, forcing himself deeper, and I’m getting so close I can barely see straight.

Right before I can jerk off, Hawke pulls out again and slaps my ass. “Go kneel on the chair.”

I do as I’m told, and he fucks me from behind, hands clamped tight on my hips as he pulls me back onto him over and over and over.

Before I can cover the fabric in my cum, he pulls out again. We move to him fucking me over the windowsill. Then me riding him on the ottoman. Then me shoved up against the wall.

If it’s possible, Hawke does it, until we’re both panting, sweaty messes and my cock feels like it’s going to explode. I’m overheated, skin feeling too tight, balls tense and ready to release.

“I need to come,” I whine into his mouth. “Need it so bad. Please, Hawke. Make me come.”

“Get back on the bed.” His voice has dipped dangerously, and it’s so fucking hot to hear.