Page 28 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

Something crunches and the sound terrifies me. Like bones or stone grinding together.

The hell is going on?

Then Laur’s mouth surrounds my cock, just the head. This time it’s not maddening. This time it really is torture. I’m so hard, so hot, so ready for him and the thing he’d crunched … ice.

“Fuckin’ Hell!”

He sucks more of my cock into his throat and rolls the ice shards around my shaft while I writhe. They melt fast and my cock throbs harder. He attacks my dick with the same ferocity he had the last time and it’s not long before I squirm. I don’t want to come too soon … again.

“Laur ... don’t spoil me too much. I’d like to fuck you this time.”

His mouth pulls away from my cock slowly. I can feel the disdain. “Presumptuous little shit.”

I smile innocently. “It’s my charm and good looks. I get away with everything.”

He smacks my thigh. The sharp slap rings in my ears and on my skin. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’m gonna fuck you.”

He pushes at my hips and I roll back to where I started, facedown, ass up.

What’s the rest of the deal?

“If you can hold off until I’ve had my fill of this ass.” He grips my cheeks with both hands and fails to jiggle the solid muscles. “Then I’ll let you fuck me.”

“That’s not very fair.” I curl my legs closer to my chest to offer him better access.

“Fair? I don’t believe in fair.” Something cold and wet presses against my pucker and just as I’m catching up to his games, he’s stuffed a whole ice cube into my ass. I flail from the shock until he grabs my hair and pins my face to the pillow.

“Stay down.”

I whimper at his domination. Not that I’d never been domed before, it’s a mainstay in the revue, but he’s so good at it.

“Who would have thought a built guy like you would be so damned tender?”

I dare to lift my head to speak. “I don’t suppose it matters, but it’s been maybe ten years since anyone has played around with my ass.”

That’s probably a lie. I did a lot of stupid things before I stopped drinking and I don’t remember them all. Probably been more like two years. But when he starts squeezing at my cheeks now wet with the cold water…

“I feel so privileged.” He nudges my legs wider, then kneels between my thighs. “Practically a virgin, then. Should I go slow and gentle?”

“Please?” I’m relieved he cares.

He shoves another ice cube into my ass, neither slow nor gentle. This time I grit my teeth and refuse to squirm.

Laur is amused. “Fast learner?”

I try to agree, but the sound is much more wavering than I intend. I clench my hole tight to stop from dripping.

Laur drizzles a piece of ice over my back, letting the heat of my skin melt it and making my skin flinch and dance from the chill. The puddle catches in the indent of my spine until I arch my back like a cat and it rolls down my sides.

The man hisses, appreciating the sight. One finger of his right hand teases the edge of my pucker, poised to penetrate. “Guess how many more of these I have?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care.”

In his left hand, he cradles one of the ice cubes and rubs it over my nipples and then down my stomach. “This might even up the deal. Get you some of that fairness.”

I know what’s coming, but my body still roars in protest when his hand and the ice cube crush around my cock. The softness of his fingers. The unyielding chill of the ice. My poor dick is in completely alien territory and doesn’t know if it hates or really likes what’s happening. I sob and grind my head into the pillows unable to understand or deal with the roiling lust.

When I’m nothing more than throbbing heat, damp chilled skin, and the panting beat of my heart, he announces, “That was the last one.”

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