Page 17 of Ice & Sweet

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Luke

Need ignited in my gut, frenzied and hungry, as André wrapped his lips around my cock and took me deep into his mouth, swallowing around me as my thighs trembled. I was already so close to unravelling and it was all I could do to hold on and not let the heat simmering inside me boil over.

“André,” I said as he bobbed his head, his fingers teasing my balls and sliding down my taint to rub over my hole. “Please!”

He hummed around my shaft, sending a wave of pleasure vibrating through me. I knew he’d said he wanted to keep me warm, but at this rate I was going to develop a fucking fever. My hands fumbled with the pillows, trying to find something to hold on to and connecting with something solid underneath one of them.

The bottle of lube we’d obviously abandoned at some time during the night.

For half a second, I was mortified at the idea of housekeeping finding it and putting it back in place, but then André flicked his tongue over the vein on the underside of my cockhead and I forgot all about my embarrassment.

“I need… fuck, I need you,” I said with a groan as I shoved the bottle of lube at him.

“Don’t you like this?” André asked teasingly as he pulled off my cock with a wet pop. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft, pumping it slowly. “You sounded like you were enjoying it.”

“I am but—”

“We don’t need to rush, sweetheart.” He flicked his tongue across my slit, making me moan. “We have all day.”

I laughed breathlessly at his determination to ruin me. For someone who looked so soft and sweet, André really was the devil in disguise. “Yeah, but I… mmm, I’m not gonna last that long.”

“Don’t worry if you come. I’m sure you can give me more than one.”

“Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”

“No, I’m just going to destroy you a little.” He lowered his head between my thighs, pushing them up and apart so he could run his tongue along my taint, and all I could do was melt into the mattress as he took me apart. I groaned as he flicked his tongue over my hole, teasing me with tiny licks and kisses as I whimpered and whined. And just when it was all too much, when I was on the verge of breaking, he began to eat me out with the intensity of a starving man.

I cried out, André’s name tearing itself out of my throat over and over again like a litany. My fingers clutched the pillows beside me as I tried to find a way to anchor myself, to stop myself from falling apart because I wasn’t ready for this to be over. But my mind was already clouding over, my body floating away on a cloud of bliss. We’d already fucked multiple times in the last few days but every time still seemed to surprise me, bringing me a level of pleasure I somehow hadn’t experienced.

André’s finger gently probed my softening rim, the tip pushing inside and making me groan. “So fucking tight, my love,” he murmured, his words almost lost between my thighs. “You have such a perfect ass.” He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, the muscle trembling under his touch. I heard the snick of the lube bottle opening and gasped as André pressed cool, slick fingers to my rim. “Is this okay? Do you still want me to fuck you?”

“Y-Yes! Fuck yes. Please, André, just…” I wanted to tell him to hurry the fuck up but all I could do was push back against him, trying to impale myself on his hand in the hope he’d get the damn message.

“I told you,” he said, trailing more kisses across my thigh and sucking a mark into my hip. I was going to get so hard every time I saw it. “We’re not in a rush. I want to take my time with you.”

All I could do was moan and be glad the sound was vaguely muffled by the duvet pulled over my head. André worked me open slowly, his fingers stretching me wide and sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. He curled them slightly, rubbing over my prostate with pinpoint precision and making my cock jump, strings of precum dripping onto my abdomen and pooling on my skin.

André chuckled, the sound soft and hungry. “Are you making a mess for me?” he asked as he ran his thumb teasingly along my aching shaft and across the silken head, his touch too intense and completely lacking all at once. He dipped his thumb into my precum and lifted it to his mouth, sucking it off like it was fucking caramel sauce. I couldn’t see him well enough in the low light under the duvet, but I’d warmed up enough not to need it. I threw the duvet back, exposing both of us to the light.

André smirked as he leant forward to lick the head of my cock, three fingers still buried deep in my ass. “So beautiful,” he said. “Taste so good, darling. I’m never going to get enough of you.”

I nodded and groaned. “Want you… please. Need to feel you.”

“Roll over for me,” André said, slowly pulling his fingers out of me, and I whined at the loss. My only thoughts were about being filled and feeling his dick stretching me as he fucked me. I rolled onto my stomach, resting my elbows on the mattress and keeping my shoulders low as I pushed my ass back. I wanted to show off for him, and from the low, rumbling groan André made, I guessed it was working. “Fuck… that’s it. Show off that pretty ass for me.”

I wiggled my ass and buried my face in the sheets, desperately hoping for more as André ran a hand up my thigh to squeeze my ass. “Please,” I said, turning my head just enough to let my words escape. “Please, André, don’t make me wait.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to.” The bed dipped slightly and the sheets rustled as he moved behind me, his hand gripping my hip and drawing me backwards. I groaned as I felt the head of his cock against my rim and tried to push back faster, but André held me tightly. “Slowly, sweetheart.”

My fingers tightened on the sheets as he breached me, pushing inside and filling me achingly slowly until I was shaking and sobbing with need. The heat in my gut was boiling now and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

André moaned as he bottomed out, trailing a finger lazily down my spine and making me shiver. “Look so perfect on my cock, Luke,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss between my shoulders. “I almost wish I could keep you like this.”

I nodded and whined, desperation setting my whole body on edge. The mouth on this man was going to fucking kill me, and the fact that so much filth came from someone so sweet… with his soft, fluffy hair and slightly askew glasses and a mouth made for sin… that made it all the worse.

Or maybe it was better.

Either way, it was going to destroy me.

Just like he’d promised.

André’s hand held me tightly as he rolled his hips, fucking into me slowly, and I could feel every inch as his cock dragged along my walls.

“Harder,” I said with a groan, still trying to push back against him. “G-Give it to me, please, André.”

“Yeah, you need more?” His question was so teasing as he pulled out until just the tip was inside me, then slammed back in hard and fast and so fucking perfect.

I wailed, nodding so hard it felt like my head might come loose. “ Yes !”

“God, you really are perfect for me, darling,” André said as he snapped his hips, burying his cock deep with every thrust. His hands dug into my hips, my cock bobbing wildly between my legs and dripping precum onto the sheets as he fucked me.

It was everything I’d wanted and I let myself get swept away in the pleasure, my thighs trembling as heat rolled down my spine, my balls tightening. I was so close but I just needed—

André slid his hand around me, reaching for my cock. I cried out as his fingers wrapped around my shaft, the feeling so exquisite it was almost unbearable. “I know,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to my spine. A moment of perfect sweetness. “I know. I’ve got you. Come for me, Luke.”

And that was all it took to make me shatter.

A violent cry ripped itself from my throat as my cock spilled across his hand, my body trembling as white-hot pleasure raced through me. I felt like I could barely breathe and my head was completely empty except for the bliss enveloping every fragment of my body and soul.

André was still fucking me, holding me tightly as he chased his own release, praise falling from his lips like prayers as he worshipped me. His hips stuttered, his pace faltering as he drove into me over and over. “ Luke .” My name was nothing more than a whisper but it felt like so much more.

Devotion.

Adoration.

A promise.

His breathing echoed in my ears as his cock pulsed, filling me with his release as he clutched onto my hips like he was holding on for dear life. His head dropped forward, resting on my spine, and he pressed another kiss to the heated skin.

The pair of us collapsed into a heap on the bed, André’s arm around my waist. His face was buried in the back of my neck, and I interlaced my fingers with his, holding our hands against my chest. “Are you warm enough?” he asked quietly, kissing my shoulder. “Do you want me to grab the duvet?”

“Maybe,” I said. “But then I won’t ever want to get up.”

“Then don’t. It’s not like we have anywhere to be.”

“Don’t you want to socialise?”

“Not really,” he said. “I’d rather just spend time with you.”

I rolled over in his arms, a soft smile crossing my lips as I kissed him. “Let’s stay here then. And maybe we could see if room service will bring us some hot chocolate. And mince pies. Maybe some sandwiches too.”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “Anything you want. I can ring down and ask.”

“I should shower too,” I said. “Or at least clean up.”

“In a minute. I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

I sighed and snuggled deeper into his arms. My body still felt like it wasn’t quite mine, my muscles still marshmallow and my brain still floating on a cloud of bliss. I knew I had to go back to London and get back to real life, but I also didn’t want my time with André to end.

We’d promised to make an effort, but even the best-laid plans rarely survived contact with reality. It would be so easy for us to get swept up with work and Christmas invitations and forget all about each other.

I just had to hope we’d actually make the effort we’d promised to.

André kissed the top of my head, his fingers running up and down my spine. “What’re you thinking about?”

“You. This. That I really don’t want to go back to work on Tuesday. Or whenever we get back.”

“Same. I have dance rehearsals all day and I know my feet are going to kill me.” He sighed. “It’s usually a late finish too.”

“Well, I’ll be working late, so we can share the pain between us.”

“Done.”

I tilted my head up and kissed him slowly, wanting to say so much but unable to find the words. All I could do was kiss him and hope that André knew what I was trying to convey.