Page 25 of Iced Out Mate

Good.

I reached down between us and rubbed him over his shorts. He throbbed against me, his eyes blazing with a fire that threatened to scorch the entire house down. I licked his lip and went back to kissing him, rubbing his cock before I was unable to resist anymore. I reached inside for a feel.

Instantly I was rewarded and surprised. “No underwear,” I said happily, pulling his shorts lower, my mouth already drooling as his thick cock sprang free.

“I don’t like feeling confined.”

“Good, because your perfect dick should never be confined.”

“Want to taste it?” Miles asked, hand still on the back of my neck.

All I could do was nod. He stepped back and let his shorts drop down to his ankles. I licked my lips. God damn, he was perfect. He had a trimmed bush and a tasty-looking uncut cock. My entire body and mind were solely focused on the perfect hunk of a man standing before me. Sparks shot through me as I held his heavy cock in my hand, the tip already shining with pre-cum, some of it dripping down and hanging in a clear, delicious rope.

Fuck. I’d never hooked up with another shifter before. I wasn’t used to someone producing as much pre-cum as me.

I fucking loved it.

I didn’t waste any more time. I dropped down to my knees and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue so I could catch his leaking pleasure. It was like drinking from the fountain of youth. I was sure he just gave me an additional ten years’ worth of life just from this one singular taste. I savored his sweet precum in my mouth before I rose up and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. Immediately I was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure and a tighter grip around the back of my head.

Miles wasn’t the only one who wasn’t wearing any underwear. I reached down and pulled my stiff dick out the leg of my shorts. Miles moaned as I blew him while stroking myself. “You don’t understand how fucking sexy you are, Dyl. Watching you jerk off with my cock stuffed down your throat. Fuck.”

I pulled back and admired his shining length. He dripped a puddle down onto the tiles between my legs, adding to the pre-cum that fell from my rock-hard dick. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, second only to looking up at a turned-on Miles as he lifted his shirt and rubbed his chest, shifting his hips forward and inviting me to suck on him some more.

“That’s it, swirl your tongue like that. Oh fuccck.”

I could tell he was getting close. I picked up my pace, grabbing his thighs and pulling him closer to me, gagging on his size but not stopping. He wasn’t the only one getting close.

“Where do you want me to come?” he asked.

I answered by not even pausing for air. I used one hand to cup his tight balls and the other to jerk myself off, my orgasm pushing closer and closer and closer.

Miles tilted his head back and groaned as he emptied himself into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed every last drop of his salty-sweet cum, blowing my own load onto the floor as ecstasy from the taste of him overwhelmed me. I pulled off his cock and fell back on my ass, breathless and completely satiated. I wiped my wet mouth with the back of my hand and smiled up at a blissed-out Miles. For a brief moment I was fearful I’d see regret reflected back at me in those deep hazel-green eyes, but instead all I saw was admiration and affection.

“Wow,” I said. Miles held a hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me back up onto my feet. I felt like a damn newborn fawn. My knees trembled, my lungs expanding to capture as much air as possible. As if I were taking my first breath. Like hooking up with Miles had made me reborn.

I wasn’t a religious guy, but I couldn’t deny that being on my knees for Miles brought me very close to heaven.

Miles grinned. He passed a thumb across my lips and then brought it to his own. That action alone started getting me hard all over again. I would have stayed in this bathroom all damn night if I could.

He leaned in and kissed me again, our chubby dicks rubbing together, still dripping. “You’re trouble,” he said, his forehead resting against mine. He inhaled deeply, as if taking in my scent.

“So are you,” I replied, kissing him back. I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me. It felt like stepping into my home after being away for months and months on end. A comfort I didn’t know existed washed over me in that moment.

Please, fate, don’t have messed this one up. Please.

I heard some commotion outside the bathroom. “Let’s clean up,” I said in between soft kisses. “I think they’re about to start the fireworks.”

“Think they’ll be better than ours?”

“Absolutely not,” I said. “Absolutely the fuck not.”

A shoulder slammed into me and stapled me to the boards. I let out a pained grunt and pushed back, ice kicking up in a thick cloud under my blades. The puck escaped my possession and was taken over the red line and into our defensive zone. Chris tried to intercept but was blocked right as the other team took their shot. The puck flew across the ice like a tiny black comet.

Soren dropped to his knees and tried to block it with his pads. The puck slipped right through and slammed into the net. An airhorn went off.

Another point.

Fuck.