Page 63 of Break The Ice

He undoes my belt and pants and tugs them down. I didn’t think anything today could get me hard, but this is working for me.

Hold on, wait.

I don’t want pity sex.

“Wait!” I say and grab his hair, tugging him away from me.

Wren looks up at me. This rugged, cold, and temperamental alpha is on his knees for me, and I’m telling him to wait. I must be crazy.

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to do this because you feel bad.”

Wren growls. The sound is one of pure warning. “I’m doing this because I want to, but I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Since I saw you. All I wanted to do was get a taste of you, Callan.”

I shudder and slowly remove my hand from his hair.

“Have you been thinking about me?”

“Yes!” I admit and lick my lips.

“About me doing this?”

I nod my head, swallow hard, and clear my throat. “Yes.”

“Good. I’ve been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what you taste like. What your cock looks like, and what sounds you make when you come.”

I pant and watch as he drags my boxers down inch by inch. The tip of my cock appears, glistening with pre-cum. He drags my boxers off but doesn’t take his eyes off my dick.

I’m breathing hard, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Alpha,” I murmur. “Are you going to just look at it?”

“I’m thinking about it. You have a perfect cock, Callan.”

Fuck, are my cheeks are red as they feel? My cock bobs, and Wren must decide to take pity on me because he slides his hands from my knees up to my thighs, over my balls, and then away, circling up over my stomach.

I peel my top off, needing there to be no barriers between his hands and my skin. I suck in my stomach as his hands graze over my hips, wincing slightly because I’m ticklish.

“Your cock is mine now, Callan.”

“Can I borrow it when you’re done?”

I jerk my eyes up and find Ryann leaning on the door frame, watching us.

“Sure can, darl, but, first, I have to get me a taste of this.”

Wren grips my cock, and the feel of his huge, hot, callused hand wrapping around me has me with black around the edges of my vision.

But now I’m aware of her, too. I watch her as she watches Wren take me deep into his throat. Her hand clenching on the wood frame as Wren chokes and gags.

She moves in closer as I knot my fingers in his hair, pulling his face to my groin, holding him there as his throat chokes my cock.

I let go, and Wren moans and devours me with a ferocity that drives me straight into an orgasm I wasn’t ready to give him. I thrust into his mouth, out of control, sobbing for breath.

Wren slowly releases my cock, allowing it to slip out of his mouth. He licks his lips, his pupils are huge and his cheeks flushed.

“Have you come to have a taste, felon?”

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