Page 22 of Ice & Sweet

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

André

“I got you something,” Luke said as he lay half-draped across my chest, the two of us naked in bed as bright Christmas sunlight filtered in around the curtains. My phone said it was just after ten in the morning but I had no idea when we’d woken up. I hadn’t bothered to look because, for once, the time wasn’t important. I’d just pulled Luke into my arms and started kissing him, morning breath be damned.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, my fingers stroking lazily up and down his spine. His skin was so soft and warm, and I couldn’t stop touching him.

“I did. It’s Christmas, and you have to have presents.”

I smiled and kissed him again, that warm feeling which only existed around him unfurling in my chest. “It’s a good thing I got you something too then.”

“But—”

“If you tell me I didn’t have to, then I’m just going to repeat your own words back to you.”

“Fine.” He grinned and bent his head to press a kiss to my chest. “I suppose that’s fair.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to do presents now?” he asked, looking up at me with a glint in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it meant trouble, but I’d enjoy it if it did.

“What’s the other option?”

“We could have sex first, then do presents.”

“Hmm, that’s a tough decision,” I said, drawing him up my body and in for another deep kiss, my tongue teasing the seam of his mouth. “Sex or presents. Really it could go either way.”

Luke snorted. “Hardest decision you’ll have to make all day.” He nipped my lip and I felt his growing erection pressing into my hip.

“How do you feel about topping?” I asked as I tilted my head back slightly so I could watch his face. “Are you a strict bottom or—”

Luke smirked, his finger tracing my jaw. “Are you asking me to fuck you, André?”

“Maybe?”

“It’s a simple question, babe. Yes or no?”

“Yes,” I said. “But only if you’re up for it. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and I—” But anything else I wanted to say was lost to Luke’s mouth as he pounced.

His kiss was fierce and needy, his teeth nipping my bottom lip before his tongue slid into my mouth. His body fell between my legs as his hand ran down my side, my body super-heating at the feeling of him on top of me. It had been forever and a day since I’d last been fucked, or at least that was how it felt to my desperate, horny brain, and I needed Luke inside me to soothe the uncontrollable need burning under my skin.

“Luke,” I said with a groan, his name a plea on my lips as I ground up against him. “Need more.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, soft but dangerously wicked. He rolled his hips, grinding our erections together and moaning into my mouth. Both of us were just as affected by this, and I didn’t think this was going to be more than a quick, dirty fuck that left both of us breathless and shaking.

He trailed his mouth down my jaw to my neck, sucking marks into my skin and making me cry out as I tilted my head back, wanting him to completely claim me. My hand shot out, wildly trying to search for the lube without looking, but all I managed to do was send my glasses flying off the bedside table.

“Fuck, you really need it, don’t you?” Luke asked, looking up at me with an awed, lust-drunk expression.

“Yeah.” I nodded as my cock throbbed against Luke’s, the urge to thrust up against him until I covered him in cum growing stronger by the second. Luke had turned my need up to eleven when he’d kissed me, and now all I could think about was getting off with him. “Need you, Luke. Please.”

“What if I wanted to take my time?”

I groaned but forced out a chuckle. “You won’t. You want it as much as I do.”

“You’re right,” he said, surging up to claim my mouth again. “Where’s the lube? We can save slow for later.”

“Don’t know… I think it’s…” I glanced at my bedside table and then at his, trying to spot the bottle. “There.”

“Got it,” Luke said, rolling off me to grab it from his side and leaving me bereft in the middle of the bed. “Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours.”

I threw the duvet back then planted my feet on the mattress and spread them wide. I loved making Luke show his ass off for me and I was very happy to do the same for him. He slid across the bed to kneel between my feet, hunger clear on his face as his eyes raked over my body.

“Fuck, André. You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, running one hand up my shin and down my thigh. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

My cock twitched, precum dripping onto my skin. I groaned as Luke’s finger traced the length of my cock, the sensation only enough to tease. Then he leant forward, adjusting his position so he could sprawl between my legs. His mouth enveloped the head of my cock and the faint sound of the bottle of lube opening echoed in the background.

I gasped as he took me deeper in his mouth, pleasure bursting through me like fireworks, my hips lifting off the bed as I felt a cool, slick finger pressing against my hole. Luke moaned around me, his other hand stroking over my hip as he began to carefully work me open while languidly bobbing his head, keeping me so focused on the way his mouth felt around my cock that I hardly noticed the burn.

The pleasure was intense but not overwhelming. It just enveloped me and stayed there, keeping me on edge and making the world go slightly fuzzy at the edges.

I groaned when Luke finally released my cock, his fingers still buried deep in my ass, stretching me wide for him. “Are you ready?” he asked, pressing a kiss to my hip.

“Yeah.” I lifted my head and nodded, hoping he could see the need written across my face. “Please, Luke.”

“I’ve got you,” he said, so softly it almost made me shatter. The care and affection in his voice was something I’d rarely heard before I’d been with him, and now I never wanted to stop hearing it. It was love given voice.

He slowly slid his fingers out of me before pulling himself to his knees, gently pressing his hand to the back of my thighs to make me lift my hips higher. I moved willingly and when he closed the gap between us, guiding the head of his cock to my waiting hole, I felt my heart kick.

A wanton moan escaped my lips as he slowly pushed inside me, filling me up inch by inch. His eyes roamed my face and I knew he was looking for any sign of pain or discomfort, but although it burned, it felt good.

Luke leant down and kissed me as his balls brushed against my ass, the angle of his body forcing my legs a little higher. Pleasure radiated through me as his lips met mine and I groaned. “You feel so good,” he said. “I love being inside you.”

“Luke,” I said with another moan, sinking my fingers into his hair. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hips so high I felt like I was almost being bent in half. “Fuck me.”

He rolled his hips slowly, a delighted smile curling on his lips as I groaned, my fingers tightening in his hair. His thrusts were almost teasing, and while deep down I knew he was testing to see how much I could take, I could only see it as torment.

Decadent, divine torment.

“H-Harder,” I said, the single word heavy on my tongue. Luke shifted, adjusting his position so he could sit back and put his hands on my thighs. His fingers dug in as he pushed my legs down and apart until they were pressing against my chest and I gasped as he snapped his hips, thrusting deep and hard inside me. His pace was perfection and all I could do was take what he gave me. It was everything I hadn’t realised I’d been missing.

My cock ached, dripping precum onto my stomach as Luke pounded me, bliss building under my skin to almost unbearable levels. My hand slipped between us, gripping my shaft tightly and jerking myself roughly as another moan rumbled through my chest as the head of Luke’s cock rubbed over my prostate.

“That’s it,” I said. “Just like that, sweetheart. Don’t stop… fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah? Feels good?”

“Feels fucking amazing, baby.” My eyes met his and I saw the need burning inside them. He was only holding on by a thread, his desperation stretched thin and tight by his need to please, but I wanted him to let go. “Give it to me, Luke. Don’t hold back. Fuck me, baby. Make me come for you.”

“Yeah.” He groaned, sweat dripping down his skin as his knuckles turned white where he was gripping my thighs. I’d probably be covered in bruises later, but he could make it up to me. And I loved the idea of seeing them there whenever I got undressed. I’d probably get hard every time I saw them, remembering this moment and how goddamn perfect Luke looked. “Want to feel it. Need you first… need…”

His words faltered as his hips stuttered, pleasure writing itself across his face. He was trying so desperately not to fall apart until I did, and the sight of him snapped my last bit of restraint. I cried out as I jerked my cock harder, my orgasm crashing through me and sending bliss spiralling across my skin, the sensation flooding my muscles as cum splashed across my chest. My ass tightened around him, pulling him deeper, and Luke snapped.

That beautiful, blissful moan he always made when he came dripped from his lips like honey as he filled me with his release, his breath coming in gasps. His fingers were still clutching my thighs, and he slowly loosened his grip as he tipped forward to kiss me, his lips brushing softly against mine.

My thighs ached, casually reminding me that being bent in half and pounded without warning was going to have consequences. But I didn’t care if my muscles burned for days. It would all be a reminder of this.

“You’re so perfect,” I said as I used one hand to caress his jaw, holding him against me. “Thank you… that was…”

“Good?”

“Amazing.” I kissed him slowly. “Everything.”

He sighed and relaxed against me, his cock sliding out of me as he collapsed into my arms. “Good,” he repeated as he snuggled against me. “I wanted it to be good.”

I smiled as I pressed a kiss to the side of his head, wondering if I’d melted his brain. Not that it mattered if I had. We didn’t have to be anywhere today, and there was nothing we needed to do except enjoy ourselves. “You were perfect, my love. Everything I needed.”

“Mmm, good,” he said, nodding to himself and yawning. I knew I probably needed to clean up, but I didn’t want to move him.

Everything else could wait.

We could have a bath when he woke up, then some breakfast because he’d need food. Presents could be for later. They were only small, fun things but I still hoped he’d like them. Although maybe the signed vinyl of Underground Dreaming’s greatest hits was a bit too on the nose, but I couldn’t resist a bit of light teasing. I’d gotten him some other bits too—from luxury chocolates to a divinely soft cashmere scarf to some coffee beans and a selection of syrups, since he liked to drink overly sweet coffee to get a double hit of caffeine and sugar.

But all that could wait.

I kissed Luke’s temple again as he drifted off in my arms, his body draped over mine, breathing even and soft.

I couldn’t remember a more perfect Christmas morning.