Page 83 of Melting the Ice

“Yeah?” he asked. His hand dipped lower, Brody’s cock twitching at the promise of something more than just the pressure of Dean’s body.

“Yeah, yeah,more,” he begged. He was past giving a shit about how desperate he sounded.

Then Dean casually licked up and down his fingers, wetting them, those eyes never leaving Brody’s. Brody’s mind just plain fucking whited out as he reached down and wrapped that spit-slick hand around his cock.

Brody dug into the comforter, bracing himself for more as the pleasure surged through him.

“Oh yeah, that’s even better,” Dean murmured, like he was talking to himself. He gave Brody a stroke and then another, andJesus, it was almost too much to look at the big bulk of him, wide shoulders and all that fucking muscle, and then experience the careful, gentle way he was touching Brody.

But even though it wasn’t rough, it wasn’t hesitant, either.

Dean wanted this. Dean wanted to do thisto him.

“Should’ve known you’d be so goddamn pretty like this,” Dean murmured, andwow, that had not been on Brody’s bingo card either. Dean, the man of few words, being so good at dirty talking that Brody was sure he was going to come way before he wanted to. Just from the rough-edged reverence in Dean’s voice.

“Should’ve known you’d be good at this.”

“You like it slower?” Dean’s movements slowed to a crawl as he made it last with long, gentle, even strokes that made Brody’s pulse spike. “Or a little harder?” He nearly sent him over the edge then, gripping his cock harder, letting Brody really feel those big calloused fingers as they worked him over.

“I like it any way you’re gonna give it to me,” Brody admitted. “But come ’ere. Kiss me.”

He heard a rumble of approval in the back of Dean’s throat and then he was leaning over him again, kissing him hard, and it only took a minute of losing himself in slick press of Dean’s tongue against his own and he was right on the edge, so close it almost hurt.

But Dean seemed to know that, seemed to want to draw it out, because every time he got so close to coming Brody could nearly taste it, he pulled back. Went even slower. Gave him just enough pressure to feel so good, but not to shove him over into ecstasy.

“You fucking tease,” Brody gasped out, pulling back from Dean’s mouth for a breath. Then two.

“You love it, pretty boy,” Dean murmured and leaned in to kiss him again. Then his mouth was slipping lower, tongue wet against his skin, every inch of it electrified.

He slid lower and then lower still, mouth moving over the sensitive ridges of Brody’s abs, and he knew there was sound coming out of his mouth. Prayerful grunts or gasps or moans—he’d long lost the ability to control or dignify the way Dean was wrenching this orgasm out of him.

Then Dean sucked a deep bruise nearly into the crease between Brody’s thigh and his stomach, the pain sharp and beautiful. His hand tightened right then, and Brody gave a shout of warning before he was experiencing the best orgasm of his whole life.

The aftershocks felt like they went on forever, Dean drawing them out with those easy, gentle strokes, Brody continuing to shudder on the bed.

“Oh yeah, pretty boy, you liked that just fine,” Dean said, grinning.

Like his own cock wasn’t bobbing in front of him, hard and red and wet at the tip, shining in the dim light of Brody’s bedroom.

“Now. Come herenow,” Brody said breathlessly and didn’t even wait for him to follow orders—because it wasn’t like he evenexpectedDean to do it—he just took what he wanted. Scrambled across the comforter, slid to the floor, and didn’t think.

Just put his mouth right over that big, hard cock and sucked.

Dean yelled, then a gentle hand—Brody hoped it was at least a little clean, but he was at the point where he didn’t give a fuck anymore—fell to his head, stroking him.

Brody didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but then Dean didn’t seem to mind. He licked, he sucked, he let his tongue trail up and down his length. Did whatever he thought might feel good, things he’d experienced before that he thought he could possibly replicate, all while the remnants of his own orgasm were buzzing inside him right alongside new sparks of arousal at the thought that he was doing this. He was sucking Dean Scott’s cock and he was loving every moment of it.

“Goddamn, pretty boy,” Dean groaned as he took him a little too deep and tried not to choke. How did people do this, easily? Brody wasn’t sure.Practice, he could imagine Ramsey saying in a knowing voice.

And yeah, he’d definitely be willing to put some practice hours in to sucking cock, if it was always this good, this overwhelming.

Brody let saliva pool in his mouth, easing his slide, and reached down, brushing Dean’s balls. Dean gave another shout, and then there was a hand tugging Brody off. It was over, nearly before it began, as he used his hand to jerk Dean through his orgasm.

Dean was wavering above him and Brody rose, using his own weight to pull them back into the bed. Then he used Dean’s T-shirt to wipe his hand clean.

“Shit,” Dean said, flopping over and grinning. “Did you just use my shirt? Right after I used it? That shouldn’t be hot—”

“But it is?” Brody laughed. “Maybe we’re just both weird.”

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