Page 30 of On Thin Ice

I swallowed past the lump of gratitude forming in my throat. “Can I?”

He nodded. “Take what you need.”

I tugged at his waistband and peeled his clothes down just enough to free him.

My mouth went dry.

Jesus Christ.

Thick and flushed and leaking at the tip, his dick was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My stomach flipped, a sharp punch ofwanthitting me hard.

I wrapped a hand around him, gripping him tight and marveling at the heat of his skin, silk over hard iron.

He twitched against my palm, ahissslipping from between his lips. Bell’s hand threaded into my hair, his grip firm but careful. “Suck it,” he rasped.

I leaned in and flicked my tongue against him, tasting salt and musk and something thicker, darker. The scent of him, that damn spicy cologne that drove me wild, surrounded me, curled inside my head until it was the only thing I could breathe.

Bell let out a ragged breath, his fingers tightening in my hair, but otherwise, he managed to stay completely still, letting me set the pace.

I opened wider and sank down over him, the stretch making my jaw ache, but I welcomed it. Iwantedthe ache. I needed to feel it. It had been more than four years since I’d done this, and I needed to wake up tomorrow and know that it had been real.

That I hadn’t imagined this moment the way I’d imagined so many others.

My own dick throbbed painfully against the front of my slacks. My hips punched forward in instinctive, broken jerks, the friction almost unbearable with how sensitive I was.

When I sucked on his tip, Bell made a choked sound that spurred me on, heat crashing through me in dizzying waves.

I hollowed my cheeks and sank deeper, desperate to taste more of him, to lose myself completely in this moment.

“Fuck, Ethan,” he breathed, his voice wrecked and reverent all at once, the sound of it dragging across my skin like a rough caress. “Look at how beautiful you are with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

His fingers flexed in my hair, a touch that sent a full-body shiver racing through me.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that.”

He gave a gentle push on the back of my head, not forcing but guiding, and I let him.

Let him set a slow, deliberate rhythm as he began to fuck my mouth with careful, shallow thrusts.

I groaned around him, and I heard Bell’s breath catch as his hand stroked once more through my hair, almost tenderly.

“You feel so good,” he praised, his hips rocking into my mouth. “I’ve imagined this so many times, but it was never like this. Never this good.”

I opened wider, relaxing my throat, desperate for more. I didn’t care that my jaw hurt or that my knees were beginning to throb. I would have stayed down on this floor forever if it meant having him like this.

Bell let out a strangled sound, low and filthy, and I found myself echoing it back to him as his thrusts became deeper, a little rougher.

Slick, obscene sounds filled the room, and I could feel thick spit seeping from the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin. I should have been embarrassed by how debauched I must look, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

I wanted this more than I wanted my next breath.

I let go of his dick and slid my hands around his hips, anchored them in the meat of his cheeks and pulling him roughly forward until he was so far down my throat that I gagged on him. I held him there for as long as I could manage, running my tongue along the underside of his dick until I couldn’t breathe. With a gasp, I yanked off him, sucked in a lungful of air, and then immediately swallowed him down again.

My dick continued to throb, begging for freedom. For attention. Every instinct I had screamed for friction, for release, but I didn’t dare take my hands off this beautiful, wonderful man who was giving me exactly what I asked for.

What I needed.

Bell’s hand slid from my hair, and his thumb swiped across the spit leaking from my mouth. The touch was so gentle it made my whole chest ache.

---