Page 23 of Shattered On Ice
“Anything you want,” he pleads, squirming beneath me, looking for relief I won't give him just yet as I hold him in place. “But I have to leave in an hour, or Rook will be suspicious.”
A tingle of disappointment trickles down my spine, icy sludge cooling our heated exchange. But I don't let that stop me. Instead, I use it as fuel to make this the best fucking hour he’s ever had.
“Anything?” I growl, running a hot tongue down the length of his neck. “What if I want to get you naked, tie you to my bed, and spend that hour making you shake but not letting you come? Hmm?”
“F-fuuuck,” he stutters in a hoarse whisper as I bite into his trap. “I didn't take you for a sadist.”
“Not a sadist,” I growl, slowly unbuttoning each button on his shirt. “I just want you desperate. If we only have an hour, you're going to feel every minute of it.”
“You’re a g-giving person,” he says, breath hitching as I part his shirt and stroke a finger down his toned stomach, finding the trail of fine, golden-brown hair that starts at his belly button and disappears below the waistband of his pants. I slide my finger back and forth under the elastic band of his underwear before letting it snap back against him. He swallows a curse.
“You have no idea. I would give you anything you want, mon ange. But I want you undone. Shaking. Desperate for me. If we don't have long, it better be good.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Westin? Take me,” he demands, eyes burning a deep, frenzied green as his tongue wets kiss-swollen lips.
Hearing my name in his voice, husky with desire, nearly undoes me, but I hold it together as I rise from the couch. I bend and lift him in my arms as he stares at me in wonder.
“I need a bed and lube to take care of you properly,” I tell him as we walk to my bedroom, another white room with gray blankets. But again, having Knight in my space suddenly makes it a far more exquisite place.
“I’ve never been carried so much in my life.” He laughs as I set him down in the middle of the bed with the reverence he deserves.
My face goes hot. “Do you not like it?” I ask quietly, hesitating now as I stand awkwardly in front of him.
He pushes up on his elbows and shakes his head. “No, I really like it. It was just unexpected, and I didn't realize I would find it so hot.”
Relief floods me, and I rock back on my heels, trying to hide my reaction. I’ve never cared so much about what someone else thought before now. Suddenly, I want everything to be just right for him. I move to the side of the bed, pulling open the nightstand to grab what I need and toss it onto the bed next to Knight. He glances down, nodding at the lube and condoms, and sits up.
“Clothes are in the way, beautiful. Time to take them off,” I direct as I incline my head.
He rushes to comply, slipping out of his shirt before unbuckling his belt and working to take off his pants while I help with his shoes and socks. I set them on the floor, and when I glance back up, I notice what he’s left on.
“Fuck me.” I groan. He’s only wearing a black jock. The straps are riding low on his hip bones and outlining his gloriously hard cock pressing into the fabric in the front. The tiniest flash of red catches my eye on the sides, letting me know there’s a fucking accent color to this sexy piece of torture. I twirl my finger. “Let me see the rest.” My voice is rough, nearly a croak as I make my request.
Knight smiles like he’s won this hand, and slowly sits up and turns around, baring his ass to me as he stays on his knees, his back arched perfectly. He looks over his shoulder at me. “Well, does this pass your inspection?”
His eyes drop to where my hand is stroking my cock through my pants, growing wide in appreciation.
“Yeah, baby, it really does.” His ass is tight and round, his entire body lean and muscular without bulk. He doesn't have his brother’s substantial size, but he’s not lacking in any way. He’s absolutely perfect.
Before he can say another word, I’m on the bed behind him, taking his ass in my hands and kneading the globes. He presses back into me, his breath huffing out when I bend and press a kiss to the top of his crack. The red side straps of the jock leave his entire ass open while cupping his balls and cock. It’s sexy as fuck, but if I’m going to enjoy him, I want everything. I grip the waistband and pull it back and down his legs, freeing him of the last stitch of clothing he had on, while I still stand in jeans. I’ll get naked, eventually, but right now, it’s all about him.
I dive in, licking from his balls all the way up to his tight hole as he shudders under the attention. He’s smooth, groomed perfectly, and so damn clean. He wanted this as much as I did because there was a lot involved in this level of preparation. It’s appreciated, but I would take him in any form. The photo of him sweaty from his run manifests before my mind’s eye and my cock throbs. I would lick every inch of his body even in that state.
“Oh, fuck, Westin,” he cries when I spit on his tight ring and rub it in with my finger, slowly working him open.
I smile. “You like it a little dirty, beautiful?” I replace my finger with my tongue, eating him like he’s my last meal.
He makes an unintelligible moan as his cock hangs heavy, pulsing, seeking my touch. I give him what he wants, wrapping my hand around the solid length and stroking while I work him over with my tongue. He’s hard, leaking precum that I use to smooth my strokes. He’s making the best noises of pleasure I could hope for.
“I’m close,” he pants, breathy and blissed out already.
I stop my strokes and squeeze his tip, forcing the orgasm back as his cock twitches in anger. “Not yet, mon ange.”
“Bastard,” he cries weakly, dropping onto his elbows and burying his face in the duvet.
“You’re not desperate for me, yet,” I remind him. “It’s going to take more than that to let you come.” I slap his ass with more sound than force, and he jumps.
Rolling his head, he settles his cheek on his folded arms and looks back at me. “You’re a tyrant. I thought you were a nice guy. You have such golden retriever energy. This is something else entirely.”
