Page 58 of On Thin Ice

“Sure. You know I’m down for pretty much anything.”

“Yeah you are,” I said, my voice laced with so much affection that it should have been sickening but somehow wasn’t.

I liked sex—a lot. And I especially liked partners who were willing to let me get my freak on, those who enjoyed getting their freak on, too. Ethan may have only ever fucked one person before me, but his limited experience wasn’t a deterrent. He was game for anything I threw out there, and I fucking adored it. I’d hit the jackpot with this sexy, gruff man.

“I want you to suck me while I’m choking on your thick, juicy cock.”

His gaze skated up my body and then back down, as if he was figuring out the logistics of how that would work and not liking what he saw. His eyebrows arched. “I'm pretty sure one of us is gonna pull something trying that up here,” he said. “We’re heading to Buffalo tomorrow. You wanna explain to Coach why neither of us can walk?”

“Floor it is,” I said, pulling him down to the floor with me. We tumbled to the rug in a mess of eager limbs, my hip knocking the coffee table.

“You okay?” he asked, eyeing the red mark that was already blooming on my skin.

I pulled him into a deep, messy kiss. “I’m fine.” I flopped down onto my back. “Now come up here, and feed me your cock.”

Ethan rose up onto his knees and positioned himself above me, his thick thighs framing my face. His cock hovered tantalizingly close, flushed and heavy.

I gripped the globes of his ass, my fingers sinking into muscle, as I eased him open to admire his hole.

“Mmm,” I hummed, lifting up to taste him with eager swirls of my tongue.

He growled. “Keep that up, and I’m gonna blow my load all over your abs instead of in your mouth.”

I withdrew, giving him one final teasing lick. “Spoilsport.”

He glanced back, his expression fondly exasperated. “Look, if you want to eat my ass, be my guest. But you’re the one who said you want to choke on my dick, so make up your mind.”

“Definitely choking.” I gave his ass a playful smack, urging him to drop forward.

“That’s what I thought,” he mumbled before wrapping his fingers around me, his tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of my crown before he began to bob up and down along my shaft in earnest.

I took a second to simply enjoy the sensation before lapping at the pre-cum dripping just inches from my mouth. He tasted like sweat and skin and salt as I sucked him in, inch by thick, glorious inch.

God, this was heaven.

When Ethan’s moan vibrated around me, sending electric pulses racing through my entire body, I responded in kind, communicating wordlessly how incredible he felt. How I felt.

My appreciation spurred him on, driving him to take me deeper, suck me harder.

And yet, while he worked my dick over like a champ, he seemed to be holding himself back, the movement of his hips restrained.

I released him with a wet pop and gave his ass a firm slap. “Come on, E. Fuck my face, already.”

He pulled away with a groan, bracing himself against the floor as he glanced back, his cheeks flushed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I assured him.

“You sure?”

“Hell, yes,” I said, right before wrapping my mouth around him again.

His eyes darkened, and his hips drove forward until the thick crown bumped against the back of my throat. I choked slightly at the sudden invasion, gagging around him—exactly like I wanted.

I looped my arms around him, relaxed my throat, and held him flush against my face until I couldn’t breathe.

“Jesus, Bell.”

With a gasp, I pulled off him. “You like that, E?”

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