Page 129 of On Ice

I smile and roll over on top of him. He lets out a squawk of a laugh, slipping his arms around me. I settle between his muscular thighs, kissing him. He moans into my mouth and drags his nails down my spine. I rock my hips against his, and he pushes his hands under the band of my pajama bottoms.

“You have too much clothing on, sir,” he whispers.

“You want me naked?” I tease.

“Yes.” He tugs at my bottoms.

While I shimmy out of my pajama bottoms, he grabs the lube. Now we’re both naked. He straddles me, his skin almost feverish against mine. He seems impatient tonight. Like he can’t get my cock inside him fast enough. I can’t help worrying he’s in a horny mood because he’s been hanging out with his ex all night. Was he wishing he could fuck that other guy? But he didn’t because he’s too honorable? So now I’m sloppy seconds?

“I missed you,” he says softly, lying down on top of me and slipping his arms around my neck.

I like hearing that, so I try to relax into the moment. I’ve never been insecure before. I hate it. It’s not my style to doubt myself. But it’s hard to get the image of Evan smiling at that other guy out of my head.

He’s mine. I don’t need to worry.

I really want to believe that. He says he loves me, so I need to try and trust that. Never being in love before is a handicap right now. I’m not sure if it’s normal to be jealous or not. If we love each other, I think I’m supposed to trust him wholeheartedly. Even if that’s not in my nature. If I love Evan, I should try to change my suspicious tendencies, right?

“Luca,” he moans, rolling his hips and dragging his dick over mine. “Fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard.”

My mouth goes dry with lust. I grab the lube bottle on the pillow and he sits up to allow me room to lube my cock. Then the takes the lube and slicks two of his fingers. He holds my gaze as he pushes them inside himself. Moaning, he prepares his hole for my cock. By the time he’s done, I’m aching to be inside him.

“Sit on my cock,” I command hoarsely.

He lifts his hips and slides down on my thick shaft. We both groan loudly, and I can’t help immediately thrusting up into his tight hole. He groans and throws his head back, riding my cock as I fuck my hips up hard and fast.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I growl, digging my fingers into his hips, holding him where I want him.

He hisses and nods, leaning forward with every punishing thrust. “Been thinking about getting fucked all night.”

By me or someone else?

His words add fuel to my insecurities. But I’m enjoying the tight squeeze of his hole too much to stop. No, I’m going to take what I want, and give him what he needs. He’s mine. He says he loves me, so I have to believe that. Iwillbelieve that. I can’t lose him. And if I say something jealous and stupid, I might lose him.

He arches his back, panting as I ram into him. He’s stroking himself, staring up at the ceiling, mouth open. “Oh, God,” he wheezes. “Oh, fuck it feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like my cock?”

“Mmmm.” He shudders and rolls his hips.

The friction of his clamping ass combined with his greedy little sounds is too much. I can’t last. Not when I’m inside his tight heat. Not when he’s begging me to fuck him. To finish him. To breed him.

“Shit, I’m coming,” he whimpers, body going rigid. His cock spits a stream of creamy white release over his hand and my abdomen. His moans are achingly sweet as he trembles on my cock, slowly rocking his hips.

My vison blurs as I come hard, pumping my load deep inside his quaking asshole. His clenching and unclenching hole milks my throbbing dick so perfectly, I can’t breathe for a moment. My orgasm feels too good. Too all consuming. It’s like every inch of me is buzzing with pleasure. As I finish inside him, he rests some of his weight on his hands, my cock still buried in his beautiful ass.

He blows out a breath and laughs sheepishly. “Sorry I jumped your bones.”

“You think I’m gonna complain?” I frown, closing my eyes. My body is warm and loose after my glorious orgasm. “Feel free to jump me anytime.”

He laughs and pulls off of my dick, reaching for tissues. He cleans me first, then himself. When we’re both spotless, he lies down beside me again, molding into the curve of my body. His hand rests lightly on my arm, and his breathing slows. I smell tequila on his breath, and I shake my head. Whenever he drinks tequila, he gets super horny. That’s probably why he was in such a hurry to fuck tonight. Not because he was thinking of that other guy.

I shift my position. “Hey, put your head on my shoulder.”

He murmurs something sleepily, but he obeys. I slip my arm around his waist and tug him closer. I love sleeping with Evan half on top of me. I never liked sleeping with anyone until Evan. But he fits into my body perfectly.

He fits into my life perfectly too.

That’s probably why I feel paranoid. I don’t want to lose him. For once in my life, I have a man who I love and who I want to stick around. It’s all still very new and very fragile. I’m determined that I won’t be the one who fucks things up. So long as I behave, Evan probably won’t leave me.

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