Page 106 of Breaking the Ice

Zach gave him one last look before sliding him into his mouth. He was so hot and perfect, filling his mouth and making Zach realize just how long it had been since he’d done this.

Nothing else would’ve compared though. He’d wanted Gavin’s taste in his mouth, the weight of him on his tongue.

Gavin was shaking all over and Zach knew it wasn’t going to take very long for him to lose it, so he sucked hard and took him as deep as he dared, feeling his throat close around him.

“Fuck,” Gavin shouted and trembled, a second later shooting down Zach’s throat.

Zach worked him through it, mind full of hot static, finally letting his softening dick slip from between his lips.

Panting a little, he finally rose up and pulled his sweats down. At the first touch of his hand against his sensitized cock, he hissed.

“Wait—” Gavin said, finally trying to rise.

“No, just like this,” Zach said, climbing onto his hips, straddling him, and with his other hand, found Gavin’s lips, until he was sliding two fingers into his hot mouth.

Gavin groaned and sucked around his fingers as Zach stripped his cock.

He was so close, and then Gavin bit down, just on his fingertips, and his orgasm hit him like a thunderclap, making everything go white and dark as he shot off, all over Gavin’s chest.

“Fuck,” Zach said, trying not to collapse with all his weight onto Gavin’s body. He was a few inches taller and probably forty pounds heavier and he didn’t want to crush him.

“Oh my God,” Gavin exhaled in a shaky voice as Zach barely managed to fall to the side, landing on the bed with a soft thud.

So much for finesse. Zach wanted to feel bad. He knew he should probably apologize for how rough he’d been. But that had been the hottest sex of his whole life, and when he looked over at Gavin, almost afraid of what he might see on his face, he looked equally as floored.

Okay. At least he hadn’t scared him away.

“I . . .uh . . .” Zach tried to make his brain come back online. “Just give me a minute and I’ll clean us up.”

“No rush,” Gavin said, like he was perfectly okay to lie there with jizz all over his chest.

Then he slid a fingertip down through it, swiping through the trails, and made Zach’s brain permanently shut down when he slid it into his mouth, humming with satisfaction the whole time.

“You can’t . . .Ican’t,” Zach said, shaking all over. “You’re killing me.”

Gavin’s expression was guileless, and so fucking innocent. “Me?”

Zach couldn’t ask him if he’d been this down and dirty with his wife. She was definitely not a subject he was going to bring up in this bed, considering that she was the reason G had barely made it here at all.

“You know what you’re doing,” Zach said, tracing the bulge of Gavin’s bicep with his fingertip.

“Guess I do,” Gavin said. He huffed out a slightly embarrassed breath. “Not with anything else, though.”

“No?”

Gavin flushed again. “I . . .I didn’t mean to do it that way. I just . . .I’d been thinking about it. Thought it might be easier if I wasn’t in my head.”

“Was it?” Zach wasn’t offended. He could only imagine how tough it might have been for Gavin to even consider sleeping with someone else. Even if he wanted to, and clearly he’dwanted to.

“Yeah, it was. But it was . . .” Gavin was bright red now. “Better than I expected.”

Zach nudged him, grinning. “Don’t tell me you thought I’d be shit in bed,” he teased. Gavin had said that he hadn’t wanted to be in his head, and maybe that was something Zach could do for him—not let him fall too deeply into the circle of his own thoughts.

“The opposite, actually.” Gavin’s confession was hushed, reverent. “You’re good at everything, and I knew you’d be good at this. And you were. . .it was fucking incredible.”

Zach’s fingers tightened around his arm, squeezing gently. “For me too, G.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, brief but intense.

“I meant it, you know,” Gavin said earnestly. “I fucked it up before. When we kissed . . .I should have handled that differently.”