Page 99 of On Ice

“God. Damn,” he says in growly voice. Then he slowly pulls his fingers from my hole. He covers my body with his, pressing the head of his cock against my hole. “Want me to fuck you now?”

“You know I do,” I whine, tugging at his hips.

“You sure?” He smirks.

“Stop teasing me, you bastard.”

He grins and slowly pushes inside me and we both groan. I pull his head down for a kiss and he opens his mouth to my tongue. My entire body aches with pain and pleasure as he penetrates me deep. I could have had this every damn night since I’ve been here. Why didn’t I? Why did I pretend I didn’t fuckingneedthis?

I wrap my legs around him possessively, and slowly move my hips, riding his cock. He groans and thrusts and we fall into a beautiful rhythm of give and take. He feasts on my mouth, kissing my eyes and biting the side of my throat. He can be such a bastard, but it feels so right to have him inside me again.

He thrusts harder and quicker, his eyes burning with need. We stare into each other’s eyes, mouths inches apart. His warm breath wafts over my lips and it’s painfully intimate. But I like it. I like it because it’s Luca. His dark eyes seem to stare into my soul, and I don’t mind.

Why don’t I mind?

I honestly have no idea why. I simply crave this connection with him. Maybe it feels okay because he’s as obsessed with me as I am him. Even when we fight, there’s an undercurrent of lust. He needs to control me, and there’s a weird part of me that wants to submit. I instinctively fight that need and so we clash.

But deep down, I like how he wants to possess me so completely.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Luca

As I thrust deep inside Evan’s willing body, I feel like I’m drunk or high. The slide of my hard flesh inside his tight hole is almost too much to handle. I can’t believe the sexy bastard came to me. In the end, I didn’t have to chase him down and coerce him into sex. There were no threats or intimidation needed.

Evan came to me.

Willingly.

So I could fuck him.

Use him.

Own him.

Being inside him again is even better than I remembered, and I’d already thought it was perfect. His ass was made for my dick. He squeezes me so perfectly, it’s hard to breathe. The scent of him. Taste of him. It’s intoxicating. As I thrust deep inside his warm, tight body, it’s like we’re one.

That’s such a fucking cliché, but it’s never been more true.

When I’m inside Evan, we move as one. He meets every thrust with a sensual roll of his hips that takes me higher and higher. And I fucking love kissing him. It’s the weirdest thing, because kissing has never been my thing. I’ve always been more of a stick-it-in, come, and be-on-my-merry-way kind of guy. But with Evan, I like to take my time. I like to taste his mouth, feelhis warm body against mine, and breathe in the scent of his skin. When it comes to Evan, my lust is all-consuming.

Until Evan, I’ve never fucked a guy while staring into their eyes. But I can’t help myself with this man. As I look into his green eyes, I want to climb inside his brain like I’m inside his body. I want to know his every feeling and thought. I want to own every cell of him.

Our first night together, I felt a connection. It startled me. Not counting lust, I’m not used to experiencing actual emotions for the men I sleep with. Feelings aren’t high on my list of priorities. But Evan makes mefeelthings. Not always good things, but he coaxes my emotions to life, whether I like it or not.

I’m brought back to the present when Evan drags his nails down my spine. The pain is tinged with pleasure, but mostly I’m mesmerized by how sexy he looks. His cheeks are pink and his eyes glazed. His breaths come out in little needy grunts, and when our eyes meet, he literally whimpers.

“Shit, I’m gonna come.” His lips part in anticipation and his body arches into me. “Luca,” he moans.“Fuck.”

He’s coming. Sweet Jesus, I can literally feel his hole quaking on my dick as he spills warm release between our heaving bodies. I growl, relishing the squeeze of his ass as I move my hips faster. My breathing becomes ragged. His pleasure almost means more than mine. Almost. I immerse myself in his sounds, and watch the flush spread over his neck and face as his orgasm consumes him.

I’m on the verge of coming myself, and as he arches into me, I allow myself to fall over the edge. My balls tighten and my cock jerks and we’re both coming. I cover his open mouth with mine, swallowing his gasps and groans of pleasure. His body shudders,and he gives a low, guttural moan. I’d love to pull out, rip off the condom, and finish him bare. But I restrain that primal need to mark him, and thrust deeper instead.

He wraps his arms around my waist as my thrusts slow and become less fierce. His legs are still wrapped around me, and I relax into his embrace. I lower my face to the crook of his sweaty neck, and I melt into him. I’m far from a cuddler after sex, but this feels okay. I like it when Evan holds me. I’d die before I admitted that to anyone, but it feels nice. Makes my chest warm and tight to be in his arms.

It takes a while for our breathing to return to normal. If it were anyone but Evan, I’d already be out of the bed and in the bathroom cleaning up. I eventually move so that he can breathe easier, and lie beside him. We don’t speak at first, then he turns his head and looks at me.

“Worth the wait,” he says with a smile in his voice.

---