Page 117 of Breaking the Ice
He was plenty wet, wet enough for Gavin to carefully slide one along Zach’s two.
“Fuck,” Zach cried out. “God, yes, please.”
It wasn’t quite as good as seeing it—they would get to that, Gavin would make sure of it—but this was unbearably hottoo. Feeling the soft heat of Zach, and his own fingers against Gavin’s. Feeling as he opened up. It was almostmoreintense because he couldn’t see it. Could only experience the visceral sensation of it.
“You’re just so incredible like this,” Gavin ground out. His cock twitched against his stomach, maybe as hard as he’d ever been when he was eighteen, and all because Zach—big, brawny Zach, with those wide shoulders and kind eyes—was falling apart in his lap.
“Feels so good,” Zach panted. “But it could feel better. Put the condom on.”
Gavin’s fingers were trembling as he ripped the packet open. It had been forever since he’d worn one but muscle memory was a thing, and he got it on, gasping a little as he touched himself just to roll it down his length.
Zach repositioned himself, stroking Gavin’s cock with his lube-wet fingers, which was a whole other brain-melting exercise in hotness. “Remember,” he said, “don’t come. Not yet.”
Gavin promised himself that he wouldn’t, but then Zach began to drop down, his heat scorching and undeniable as he slowly swallowed Gavin up.
“Oh my God,” Gavin said, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.
“Yeah, it’s so good.” Zach’s voice was breathy and desperate, and it worked Gavin up even more.
“Can I . . .” Gavin gasped as Zach’s gorgeous ass hit his thighs. “Can I touch you?”
Zach leaned in and caught Gavin’s bottom lip, nibbled there. “You’d better,” he murmured.
As Zach slowly began to move, Gavin wasted no time reaching behind, cupping Zach’s ass in his hands, loving the play and flex of the muscles as he sped up. Then he reached in, feeling where Gavin was splitting Zach open, and if he’d thought he was enjoying this before, that sent it straight into another stratosphere ofholy shit, this is incredible.
“You feel so good,” Zach gasped out. “God, I’m going to come. It’s too good. You’re too—”
“Yes,” Gavin demanded.
Who was in charge right now? He didn’t know, but maybe it didn’t matter. Unable to stay still one second longer, he thrust his hips up, and Zach groaned again.
“Yes, more,” he begged.
They found a rhythm and then Gavin reached out, fingers brushing Zach’s cock as they fucked.
“Shit, shit,” Zach said. “Touch me please. I’m gonna—”
Gavin made what he hoped was an encouraging noise, and then the top of his head nearly exploded right off when Zach tightened around him, shooting between their chests.
Nearly, because he was barely hanging onto his self-control.
Gavin didn’t think he’d ever needed to come so badly in his whole goddamn life.
Zach slumped onto his chest, smearing the mess between them, but Gavin didn’t care. He was stretched thin, vibrating with need.
“Come on, baby,” Zach murmured then, “take what you need. Come for me.”
It only took two unsteady thrusts of his hips and he was exploding, everything going black and bright brilliant white around the edges.
He felt Zach get up, his cock sliding out of him, and a few moments later, he was back, grinning irrepressibly and wiping them both down with a wet washcloth.
“Good?” Zach asked, even though he had to know he’d just short-circuited Gavin’s whole self. He tossed the cloth into the laundry basket and resettled back on the bed.
Gavin let out an unsteady breath. “Incredible,” he said.
Zach beamed even brighter. “We’re good together,” he said, his voice low, intimate.
It was impossible to disagree with that statement when it was so profoundly accurate.
