Page 118 of On Ice

He shakes his head, a small smile appearing then disappearing just as quickly. “Nothing important. Just tired.”

He’s lying. “Come on, Evan, you can tell me what’s bothering you.”

“We don’t tend to talk about stuff.” He takes another sip of his scotch and his hand trembles slightly. “Personal stuff.”

“That’s not true.” I frown and turn to face the windows, standing shoulder to shoulder with him now. Below us, headlights and taillights flow through the city streets. “We had a deep conversation just a few days ago about what we want.”

He turns to me. “True. But let’s be honest, you didn’t bring me to this beautiful hotel room totalk.”

I swallow, my pulse speeding up at the intensity of his look. “I told you I want this to work between us, remember? Isn’t that personal enough for you?”

He hesitates and then says, “Sure it is.” His smile seems a bit forced as he reaches out and begins to undo the buttons of my shirt.

I shiver at his touch, but I’m still distracted by his earlier mood. “Baby, if you want to talk first, we can talk.”

He pulls open my shirt and presses his nose and lips to my skin. He inhales and gives a little contented sigh. “Nah, we don’tneed to talk.” He drops down to his knees and slowly unzips my slacks.

I guess we’ll talk later.

“Fuck, Evan,” I hiss as he gently tugs my swollen cock out, and his warm mouth immediately engulfs my aching shaft. I push my fingers through his hair, and he moans when I grip harder. I slowly move my hips, fucking my dick deeper into his throat.

He seems to be enjoying himself if his needy sounds and the way he pulls me closer mean anything. I fuck his mouth for a few moments, groaning and using him for my pleasure. But I really want to fuck his ass, so I slow my thrusts and pull out.

He gives an annoyed grunt and looks up at me. “Hey, I wasn’t done.”

“Too bad.” Fuck, he’s gorgeous with his wet mouth and swollen lips. “Get naked.” I leave him and go to the overnight bag I brought. I dig around and find the bottle of lube. We’ve both had physicals and tonight will be the first time we fuck without condoms. To say I’m excited would be an understatement.

He watches me as he sheds his clothing. Once he’s completely naked, he stands in front of the window. My heart is pounding as I return to him. I slip my unbuttoned shirt off, but keep my pants on. My dick juts out of the zipper, thick and erect. I like fucking him when he’s completely naked, but I have some clothes on. Not sure why, but that turns me the fuck on.

As I approach, his eyes are dark, pupils wide in the dim light of the suite. I reach for him, my hand curving around the back of his neck. His skin is warm beneath my palm. I take his mouth hungrily, and he moans, pressing closer.

His hands are everywhere, tracing the contours of my shoulders, mapping the planes of my chest, following the trail of dark hair down my stomach. There’s a thoroughness to his touch tonight, as if he’s committing me to memory.

“I’m gonna fuck you bare tonight,” I whisper against his throat, feeling his pulse jump beneath my lips. “You want that, Evan?”

“Please,” he whimpers. “I want your cum inside me.”

I smile at his greedy tone and the sharp intake of breath when I scrape my teeth on his collarbone. I love the low groan he gives when my hand slides between his legs, and the way his lips part as lust overtakes him. It’s still hard to believe how much he wants me. Needs me. I feel grateful he’s moved past our rough beginning.

I’m a hard man, but Evan makes me soft. Weak. I just want to please him and make him happy. I feel invested in Evan. It’s not just lust, although there is that too. Evan makes me emotional in a way I’ve never been with a lover. I can’t stop thinking about him. He consumes my thoughts. I worry he’ll tire of me, or get sick of my violent lifestyle. I can’t picture life without Evan in it, which is terrifying for a man like me. There are so many reasons Evan might decide to leave me.

I lean into him, pressing his back to the glass window behind him. He winces as his skin touches the chilled glass, but he doesn’t suggest we move to the bed. He wants me to fuck him up against the window, just like I want that. I kiss him until he’s breathless. His calloused hands feel good on my body, and I suck on his tongue and his full lips.

I put my hands on his narrow hips and turn him to face the skyline. He puts his hands up on the glass like he’s being frisked.I slather two fingers with lube, and slowly stick them inside his tight ass. He groans and presses his cheek to the glass, lips open and body shuddering.

“Oh, God, Luca,” he whispers, clamping his muscles on my moving fingers.

“You’re sofuckingtight.” I bite the back of his neck and he cries out. His insides are hot, and the soft but firm tissue of his ass squeezes my fingers like a vise. I feel like a wolf about to devour his prey. My breathing is ragged as my lust grows and grows. My dick aches it’s so hard. But I control myself, working his hole until I’m sure he’s ready.

“Fuck me.” His fingers make squeaking sounds as he drags them over the glass. “Please, fuck me.”

I don’t speak, I simply pull my fingers from his body and push the head of my dick up to his hole. I wind my arms around him and push inside his tight heat in one, rough thrust. He cries out and arches his back, body shaking at my rough invasion. But his sounds are pleasurable, and he pushes back against me, so I know he likes it.

His ass is so tight and hot around my cock, I’m instantly groaning my approval. Thank god we’re done with rubbers. There’s nothing like hot flesh against hot flesh. I can’t help thrusting deep and hard because it feels too good to take him bare. My control slips as I fuck into Evan, sucking the smooth skin of his shoulder. I’ve never felt the raging lust I feel with this man. I feel like I’d die if he left me. How would I function without Evan waiting for me at the end of each day?

I don’t want to even think about that.

He lowers one hand from the glass and begins stroking himself. He’s mewling and groaning, taking the pounding I’mgiving him like a champ. His thigh muscles shake slightly as his climax nears. I feel his body tense, and his ass clamps harder on my cock. He’s on the verge of orgasm.

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