Page 18 of Love on Ice (Love in Terengia #5)

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LUCKY GUY

Sebastian

When I see Michael's words, I have to reach down and grab the base of my cock to avoid shooting my load. The mere thought that Michael wants me to take him drives me crazy. To be the first — and hopefully the last — to be with him like this is an honor!

I reach out my hand to him and the smile on his lips makes my heart skip a beat. He is so beautiful! I can't believe that he’s in love with me.

Michael takes my hand and follows me into my bedroom. I slide back on the bed until I am completely stretched out on the turquoise cover. I make myself comfortable which is easy on this particular bedding. It was Michael's gift for my last birthday. The color is nice, something different for once, but the best bit about it is it’s the softest and coziest bedding I have ever felt. So, I enjoy stretching out in it.

Michael, however, stops in front of the bed, his eyes wandering over my body, inch by inch. Hell, yeah! My cock twitches impatiently as Michael's gaze lingers on it. When he’s seen enough, the mattress shifts when he places his knee next to my leg.

I hold my breath as Michael leans forward and rubs his nose along my painfully stiff cock. I gasp at the intensity of his touch and the unexpectedly intense desire in his eyes!

Then Michael puts his hallway wish into action. No matter how much I want him to focus on my cock, he skillfully dodges the obvious for a while. Tender kisses rain down on my body instead, starting at my left foot and working his way up. At my belly button, he pauses and trails his kisses back down again.

My body tenses. Am I going to get what I want most — his hand, his mouth, his tongue … whatever … as long as he touches my cock! But damn it, Michael’s tongue dodges to the right on its path to my hip which he circles lingeringly. I groan. Who would have thought that innocuous spot could be so sensitive?

The journey downwards continues as Michael nibbles his way down the outside of my thighs, toys with my knee, and then slides further and further away from the place where I want him most until he arrives at my toes.

Michael

It feels so good to touch Sebastian like this! The way his muscles flex when my tongue finds a new spot and the wonderful orange scent on his skin is hypnotizing. I’d love to be surrounded by this scent always.

My prick is bulging but lying neglected on my belly. From the way Sebastian is moving, he’s making it very clear he wants more. He’s desperate for me to touch his cock, but if he thinks he’s the only one being tortured he’s wrong. I’m just as eager as he is to zone in on his throbbing length. But I’ve been fantasizing about having him like this, and I’m going to take all the time I need to worship his whole body with my hands and tongue. It’s an opportunity, too, to claim him once and for all — he belongs to me now. No quick vacation fuck. Just love!

When I've given Sebastian's toes enough attention, I run my hands up the inside of his legs, sending a tremor running through his body. His eyes close. He spreads his legs even more, presenting me with his thick length and tight testicles. It's one of the most erotic sights I've ever seen.

But I'm not giving him what he wants just yet. I haven’t finished with my exploration. There’s still so much of his body to discover. I can't quite resist teasing him, though. As I slide up to give Sebastian's upper body the attention it deserves, I place a small kiss on the tip of his cock. Sebastian's hips buck, attempting to plunge deeper into my mouth. His eyes open wide and he stares at me with a desire that makes me vibrate.

His salty taste explodes in my mouth. So much precome has seeped out that his cock is glazed with it. I lick my lips so I don’t waste a drop. Flames flicker in his brown eyes. He looks so hot! I don't know if I can hold out for much longer. Will I really manage to kiss his whole body before we get down to it?

"Please!" I read from Seb’s lips.

He looks desperate. And so am I!

I take a deep breath. Okay, his upper body will have to wait until later. I let go of him, bend to the side and open the top drawer of his bedside cabinet.

Please, please, please, let there be lube in there!

Luckily, I find not only lube but a whole collection of vibrators in the drawer. Well, that’s definitely a drawer to come back to later. Right now, I have other plans.

Without saying a word, I press the purple bottle into Sebastian's hand, then sit astride his chest. I bury my nose in the wild curls surrounding his cock and deeply inhale his wonderful scent that’s even stronger here than on the rest of his body.

Sebastian hesitates.

Sebastian

For a split-second, I’m irritated. A moment ago Michael seemed set on driving me completely crazy with his hands and mouth. Now all of a sudden, I have lube in my hand and my lover's irresistible ass right in front of my face.

Michael has told me he wanted me to make love to him, but I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. Does he really want me to fuck him? The excitement builds in anticipation that this is something he wants.

Instead of eagerly complying, though, I put the lube aside. I have an idea. A plan that will give Michael enough time to call a halt if he changes his mind.

I take hold of the plump hemispheres of his butt, so full and firm, and knead them slowly. Michael whimpers, which is as good as saying he likes that.

With one hand, I grab a second pillow and stuff it under my head. Then I gently tease Michael's tempting cheeks apart. This time he groans, so I keep it up. He slides a little further back as if he can't get enough of it, and he's right where I want him! I lift my head slightly and press my nose between his butt cheeks while pulling them apart with my hands.

Michael cries out as I take one big lick from his balls to his sacrum. He likes that! So, I repeat it. Over and over. Michael writhes on top of me, and it’s so erotic! Slowly, my tongue flicks over a smaller and smaller range until its focused on his pink entrance. The puckered skin under my tongue tastes deliciously tart, masculine, and all Michael. I can’t get enough of it.

Michael must feel pretty much the same with his head submerged in my pubic hair, his hot breath caressing my most sensitive area. I have to force myself to keep even halfway still. The whole situation is so erotic that my cock would only need a few strokes to explode.

Don't think about that right now, I mentally command myself. Just enjoy it.

I bring all my concentration to bear on my best friend. I tense my tongue and gently push it inside Michael. His upper body flexes and he sighs, slow and long, as if my tongue has brought some kind of release. From what, I don’t know, but I feel it all through my body. It makes my scalp tingle and my toes curl. I’ve never had a sexier man on top of me and surrounding me. Michael is my everything!

Michael

Sebastian is killing me. I knew I was ready to be taken by him. I was prepared for everything. I thought it might be embarrassing, knowing he’d be looking so closely at the hidden parts of my body; that it might be painful when he penetrated me; that I might have to ask him to stop and somehow find the courage to try again later. But Sebastian is a true master of his art. It is unbelievable, but I feel nothing but utter pleasure. And I want more! Much more!

I stretch my ass shamelessly towards him and push myself against his mouth, praying that his tongue will go deeper — it’s just too good.

Then I feel something new. It's moist but firm. Is it his finger … possibly lubed? I hold my breath. Slowly, he pushes it inside me. There's no discomfort as he breaks through the tight rim. There's no burning or even pain. Sebastian has relaxed me so much with his tongue that I only feel pure pleasure.

Relief floods me. Now I have no hesitation in giving my body to Sebastian completely! Even with his finger inside me, Sebastian uses his mouth to bring me pleasure. His tongue circles his finger, making my whole body quiver, demanding more. I push myself back a little further, forcing him to sink his finger into me even faster. Yes! Faster! I want you!

Luckily, he’s able to read my body language because I feel a second finger at my hole. This time there’s a brief burning sensation as he pushes it inside me. My body doesn't know how to handle the unusual stretching at first. It doesn't bother me. If anything, the slightly uncomfortable feeling is a turn-on. I was already far too close to orgasm, but I’m going to have to find a way to hang on because I want to come with Sebastian's cock deep inside me.

I move my hips, searching for Sebastian's finger, chasing the burn. I straighten my upper body to have more room to move and fuck myself on Seb’s fingers, but when I tilt my hips back a little, I suddenly see stars.

What the fuck …?

I repeat the movement. Damn! Is that my prostate? I've heard that prostate stimulation is supposed to feel amazing, but had no idea it was so damn good! I want more, but I force myself to stop. My breathing is becoming ragged. I don’t care about the lack of oxygen, only getting more of this amazing new feeling –– but no!

I make myself fall forward and force myself to take a moment. It would only take a couple more brushes against my prostate and I’d be coming all over the place, and I don’t want to come yet! Not yet!

My body tenses, desperately demanding more, demands that I ride Sebastian's fingers until I come.

But not yet!

Sebastian

I grin. Michael seems to be totally into this. Which is exactly how it should be! Watching him fuck himself on my fingers is so incredibly erotic. I'm dying to take him, but honestly, if he came like this, I wouldn't call it a loss. My own cock is about to explode just watching Michael in the throes of lust, but then he forces himself forward with a groan. His hips jerk, as if his body wants to come but he’s forcing it to do something else — I can totally understand that frustration.

I'm not one hundred percent sure if Michael is ready for more, but I can't wait any longer. Panting, I bring a third finger to his tight hole, and Michael whimpers as I stroke the contracted skin and his hips jerk backwards in anticipation. He wants it! He wants another finger.

Slowly, I increase the pressure, holding my breath while Michael's hole stretches further and further, opening for me. At first, he’s obviously trying to keep still. Only his breath lets me know how turned on he is. Then he moans and I wonder if it’s too much. I pause my finger thrusts briefly, but he won't let me. Determined, he pushes his body backwards and onto my fingers. His hard cock slides over my chest. He’s whimpering, but I can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or pain. Is it too much? Too fast?

Michael’s only answer to my question is to circle his hips while covering my balls with delicate kisses.

I’m about to pull my fingers back, but Michael shifts his hips to push himself more and more onto my fingers. He’s making noises which I still can’t interpret. Moaning, he straightens but begins riding my fingers very slowly again. It’s so hot that he’s comfortable taking whatever he wants!

His movements are slow, and then he hangs his head and shakes it. As I thought, it must be too much after all! I want to pull my fingers out of him, but then Michael's hand snakes back and holds them tight before turning to look deeply into my eyes.

"We have to stop," he tells me. I’m confused. I was just about to pull out and he stopped me! "I want my first orgasm this way to be from your cock."

Shit!

Michael

Sebastian's third finger inside me is enough to drive me out of my mind. Somehow the pain from Seb stretching me makes it so much more intense. I have a suspicion that I could get quickly addicted to the feeling. Carefully, I lower myself onto Seb's fingers, but each tiny shift downwards sends shivers of utter pleasure coursing through my body. I exhale deeply. This isn't going to work. I won’t be able to stop myself coming before either of us are ready for it.

Sebastian seems to misinterpret my movements, so I quickly stop him from pulling out of me. He seems surprised when I tell him what I want.

He’s so hot and so caring. A wave of deep love spreads from my heart through my body. What did I do to deserve this man?

Carefully, I slip off Seb’s fingers rather awkwardly, trying to make sure he doesn’t touch my prostate; otherwise, all the fun would be over. I immediately feel incredibly empty, as if something important is missing — I know what will make me feel better.

I bend over to the open drawer of the nightstand and luckily find condoms scattered alongside the vibrators. I tear one open and roll it over the wonderful cock I'm about to ride. Just the thought makes my own tip drip with pleasure.

Sebastian is watching everything I do intensely, and his hands don’t leave my body for a second. He strokes over my hips, up my abs, and over my chest, as if he just can't get enough of me. I love him so much!

A tremor runs through my body as I kneel astride Sebastian again, but this time, facing him. The time has finally come. I’m shaking, but it’s from pure anticipation. There’s no fear, no worry, just joyful expectation. We’re going to do this at last!

Slowly, I lower myself onto the cock that Sebastian is holding ready for me. His plump tip finds my well-prepared hole, and I excitedly slide back and forth to wallow in the sensation of Sebastian's hard cock rubbing over my sensitive skin.

Sebastian’s eyes hold me captive every time I move, but when his expression drifts from excitement to desperation, I know it's time to move on. I exhale deeply and let myself sink down slightly. The thick head of his cock suddenly seems unbelievably hard to me. I’ve imagined this moment so many times.

Will I be able to take it ? I want to but …

My body protests, refusing to relax enough for Sebastian to push further inside me. I close my eyes and relax my muscles. Then Sebastian's hand slips down my body to find my cock which has started to wilt. He clasps it firmly, and as his hand slides up and he wipes his thumb across my wet glans, I have to open my eyes.

What I see makes me gasp. I’ve never seen so much tenderness, understanding, and love in the eyes of another person before. And it’s his chocolate-gold eyes that allow me to let the last of my tension go.

Sebastian

Michael has tensed up. He was fine with my fingers inside him, but he probably expected a little too much of himself. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he's here. That he wants to be with me. How we have sex — whatever he learns about his likes and dislikes — doesn't change how happy I am to have him right here with me.

He looks deep into my eyes, and suddenly his lips form an unspoken oh . Then I feel Michael's tight rim give way, and the tip of my cock slides inside. My surprised moan mixes with his triumphant cry. He’s so tight, so hot.

My free hand claws into the bedspread. Every nerve in my body is stretched to the breaking point. Every ounce of my willpower is being spent on stopping myself from thrusting into him as hard as I can, to sink deeper into the erotic body on top of me.

I want more! It’s so good! So hot! So tight!

I clench my teeth and force my body to stay still.

Michael’s head drops forward, and his wild hair flops over his eyes. His breath has become ragged .

I take a deep breath, still struggling to keep control of my body. There are more important things than fucking. I want my best friend to be okay. I want him to enjoy everything we do together. My hand unclasps the bedspread, and I bring it to his beautiful face, gently stroking the wild curls out of his eyes, tracing his eyebrows and letting my thumb glide over his full lower lip. He trembles.

"Do you want me to pull it out?" I sign.

He shakes his head so vigorously that his curls dance wildly.

You've always been an unspeakably stubborn person , I think.

I continue stroking my Fuzzball, hoping my touch provides unspoken support. I force myself to stay as still as possible, even if my cock hates me for it, even if all the muscles in my body ache from the effort of not moving.

Michael suddenly throws his head back, and his hands find my shoulders, gripping them tightly. I run my fingertips over his tense muscles, and at that moment, I feel his resolve. At first, it's just a tiny shiver but he starts to move. Slowly, inch by inch, he sinks down my length.

I’m stunned. The feeling is just glorious. The kind of feeling you never want to end! My cock is in seventh heaven, gripped tightly by the hot ass of the man of my dreams.

When I’m fully inside him, he sighs deeply and sits motionless for a moment. Then he leans forward until his mouth is on mine, touching me in a way I didn't know lips could. I thought I knew what a passionate kiss was. Now I know how wrong I was. Michael’s kiss takes possession of me. Makes my whole body tremble. Glow. Leaving nothing of me untouched — body or soul.

Yes, I am yours !

Michael

Sebastian's cock is so big that I’m worried it will tear me apart, but I need to have him inside me. I know he wouldn't be mad at me if we stopped now and wanted to try again another time. But I want him now! I'm willing to put up with anything for it.

I sink down onto his dick as slowly as I can, but it not only seems incredibly thick, but infinitely long. It didn't look that huge, but it doesn’t matter how big it is –– I want this.

Sebastian has already shown me how amazing having my ass touched feels. I had a hunch that it would because when I played with Sebastian’s he went off like a rocket. But to feel it myself ...

I will my body to stretch a little more so that I can take my best friend all the way inside me. It's too much. But I want it.

Then I’m there. I feel Sebastian's pubic hair on my butt, and it’s so amazing! I bend forward and claim Sebastian's mouth. I have to taste him. Sebastian willingly gives me everything I need, but our wild kiss must gnaw at his self-control. His hips thrust, and my mouth detaches from Sebastian's in surprise as pure lust jolts through me. Gone are the last remnants of the pain that forced me to take him so slowly. Now, my body sings with pleasure and joy.

"Again," I sign.

Sebastian's smile is pure lust. His hips buck again, and I tremble as pleasure flashes through me.

When he thrusts into me for the third time, I’m more than ready, and my body stretches out to take him. I shift my hips, trying to angle them so that Sebastian might hit my prostate harder. A few thrusts later, he’s found the perfect spot. Fireworks explode inside me. I can barely hold myself upright.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

My brain needs a few seconds to process what words Sebastian's lips are forming. His hand clasps my cock firmly, and he jerks me off at the same pace his hard length hitting my prostate each time, and then I come too.

I splash my load, hot and white, over Sebastian's belly and his sweaty skin. His hips buck again and a second orgasm crashes over me. It's perfect. I grab Seb so hard my knuckles turn white. Tomorrow, he'll be able to see my marks on his shoulders, and the mere thought of that makes me come one last time.

Sebastian

That was so hot!

To feel Michael giving himself to me completely, opening himself for me, taking every inch of me … I’ll probably dream about this moment many, many times. And maybe we’ll repeat it just as many times.

Michael lowers himself onto me, and I feel his heartbeat slow. I run my fingertips lightly over his back, and whenever I linger on a particularly sensitive spot, goosebumps spring up. It’s so familiar, and yet brand new at the same time. But so … us. I can't imagine anything more beautiful.

After what feels like an eternity, Michael sits up.

"I love you!"

"I love you too!"

Because I can now say these words openly, the joy that envelops me is indescribable. We smile at each other. I can't wait to have this man by my side every day of my life — as my best friend, my lover and the love of my life.

When Michael drops onto the bed next to me with a loud sigh, I get up with a smile and disappear briefly into the bathroom. Clean and with a washcloth in my hand, I return to the bedroom and pause for a moment in the doorway. My amazing man is lying in my bed, smiling broadly at me, his curly mane fanned out on the turquoise cover. One of his legs is stretched out and the other is tucked under, giving me a perfect view of his now flaccid cock and balls. He’s so sexy! What a lucky guy I am!

Love ...

Just Love ...

Something comes to mind. I throw Michael the washcloth while I run into my hallway. My black bicycle helmet is still lying on the floor. Michael smirks quizzically at me as I come back into the bedroom still completely naked but with a bicycle helmet under my arm — which must be quite a weird sight.

With a twinkle in my eye, I sit down on the bed and hold out the helmet to Michael. He takes it hesitantly.

"Crazy story," I say taking a breath.

Then I tell him about my trip to Kahlenberg yesterday, about the once-in-a-lifetime meeting I had there, and about what I found on the helmet today. When I finish, Michael is smiling and tracing his idol's writing along the rainbow with his finger. Then he reaches across to the nightstand and grabs my cell phone. After typing on it for a short time, he turns the screen to me. He’s opened an Instagram profile — Daniel Miller’s.

Michael has typed a DM: We stopped being idiots. Thank you !

The message ends with a rainbow emoji.

When I nod, Michael presses send.

Whether or not the famous hockey player ever reads our message is not important. What is important is that we stopped acting like idiots and can start living our lives happily together from now on.