Page 103 of Melting the Ice

“Turn over,” Dean said.

“Noplease?” Brody asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Trust me, you’re gonna be the one begging me before this is over,” Dean said gruffly. “Turn over.”

Brody wanted to keep arguing, keep teasing, butthatlook promised so much pleasure that it was hard to resist Dean’s order any longer.

He turned over, stretching out against the bed, pushing his cock against the soft roughness of the comforter, reveling in the pressure of it.

“None of that,” Dean said and smacked him lightly on the ass.

They both froze.

“Is that . . .is that another one of those things?” Brody wondered, even though he already knew it was.

Things that shouldn’t have been hot, but were.

Maybe at the top of that whole fucking list.

“Yeah,” Dean said, but his next touch was softer as his rough fingers traced the lines of Brody’s back, down lower. “You gonna be good for me, pretty boy, let me do the things I want to you?”

Brody’s back arched, involuntarily. He wanted more. He wanted this endless arousal inside him to spike and then explode.

If he’d ever thought sex could feel like this . . .

But it didn’t. Not with anyone else. Only with Dean.

“Yeah, I thought so,” Dean said, smugly.

Then his lips were replacing his fingers, and they were unexpectedly soft, reverent, the scratch of his stubble lighting up every one of Brody’s nerves as Dean made his way down his back.

“You’ve got the prettiest fucking back I’ve ever seen. So gorgeous,” Dean murmured into his skin.

Brody, whose mind was already half-dead with lust, realized then what Dean was doing. Just as he’d promised.

Next time, I wanna lay you out, on your stomach. You got such a pretty back, pretty boy, and lick all the way up and down it, and then . . .lick you lower. Get you nice and wet for my fingers. Feel you come around them, just from them insideof you, and you humping against the bed because you can’t help it any longer.

Brody moaned, because he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He already wanted it so bad he couldn’t imagine Dean working him up even harder, but then maybe he could, as Dean’s mouth dipped lower.

“You want this?” Dean asked, spreading his cheeks.

Brody had never heard him sound like that before. Voice rough and full of worship, full of awe.

It felt so real, so right Brody’s heart squeezed and his cock twitched.

“Yeah,” Brody said. Moaned against the fabric as he felt Dean’s tentative brush of a wet fingertip against his hole. He’d really liked it the last time Dean had done this.

“You said this was an advanced maneuver,” Dean murmured into his skin. “If I do something you don’t like, you gotta say.”

Brody gasped as he slid that finger in, next to something warmer, wetter. “Fuck, fuck,yes.” His skin felt too tight, too small, as Dean kept gently fingering him. Kept licking him, right there, his tongue soft and rough, the pressure too perfect to stand.

He was barely holding himself back from rubbing against the mattress and exploding, but Dean had asked him if he was gonna be good, if he wanted this. And he’d said yes, to both.

So he’d trust Dean to give it to him, when he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“This is definitely on the list,” Dean said, and Brody could hear the desperation in his voice. It was all he was hanging on to as a second finger slipped in. They crooked, big and inescapable inside him, and Dean rubbed against something that lit him up. Brody cried out.

“That’s it,” Dean soothed, his other hand swiping up and down his back in reassuring strokes. “You can take it, pretty boy. Yeah, you can. Just like that.”

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