Page 7 of Love on Ice (Love in Terengia #5)

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PORCELAIN DOLL

Sebastian

A groan makes me turn. Michael is lying sprawled on the bed next to me like a young Adonis. Somehow, I’ve just managed to stop myself coming, but seeing him like this is enough to bring me close again. He’s taken a loose grip on his cock and I wonder if he prefers it that way or if the slow, almost cautious movements are because he’s so turned on. A whimper spills from my lips just looking at this hot guy.

Then, he crooks his finger at me, and I swear, nothing could stop me from obeying. He’s given me so much today. But I'm greedy. I want more. As much as I can get.

I lie down on top of Michael and it takes him by surprise. Air bursts from his lungs. Our bodies are connected from head to toe, bare skin on bare skin, and a shiver runs through my body. It feels so good!

Before Michael can even get used to my weight, my mouth finds his. I’ve always been a fan of kissing, but with Michael, it’s on a different scale. I can't get enough of his mouth .

His full lips open willingly for my tongue — he tastes like me! I probably should have expected it, considering what we’ve just been doing, but my brain isn't firing on all cylinders right now. My blood has definitely been diverted elsewhere!

My tongue glides over Michael's lips, dives into his mouth, and hunts for my taste. I’ve never been this excited to taste myself on the lips of one of my lovers. So I guess it must be true after all. All the romantic novels I secretly devour have got it right: When you're in love, the sex is something else!

Something completely different.

How will I cope when this is over? How can I ever go back to just being friends with Michael and having meaningless hook-ups with other men? Just as quickly as these doubts pop into my head, I push them aside. Michael is literally ruining me for all other men right now, but I’m powerless to do anything about it. Nothing in the world could stop me from letting him explore his sexuality with me — no matter how long his experiment lasts.

Will I regret this? I think briefly. No, definitely not. It will be hard to move on, but no one can take these memories from me. And how many people can say they got to live out their ultimate fantasy?

While I explore Michael's mouth, his hands caress my body. Goosebumps rise all over my skin as he slowly strokes my spine with his delicate fingers. Every time we move our hard cocks rub against each other. The touch is exquisite, but not perfect. Normally, I'm not a fan of edging, but today I could go on like this for hours.

Then a new sensation makes me arch my back breaking us apart. Michael has slid his fingers deep into my butt crack, and he starts stroking my hole gently but insistently. My mouth is open but no sound comes out. His touch has taken my breath away.

My eyes find Michael's.

"Okay?" he forms silently with his lips.

Oh my god!

Michael

I can't believe I’m getting to touch Sebastian like this. Everything about his body excites me: his hard muscles, his stubble, his stiff cock.

The tiniest movements affect my body like fireworks. So I get braver and let my fingers graze where I said I wanted to go right from the start tonight. The first time I pass over his asshole, Seb freezes. Then he arches back. For a second, I worry he doesn’t want me to touch him like this. But it becomes immediately clear that it’s the exact opposite. My pulse races when I see how much Sebastian is enjoying this.

I want more!

But since I don't want to be an asshole — pun intended — I ask his permission anyway.

"Is that okay?" I ask with one hand.

Sebastian nods even before I finish signing. But then, without warning, he stands up and walks out of the room.

Confused thoughts bombard my mind: What's the matter? Have I done something wrong? He said it was okay, right? Where’s he disappeared to?

My cock softens slightly, but just as I'm about to swing out of bed, Sebastian stands in the bedroom doorway with a broad grin and triumphantly waving a tube of lube and some condoms. Relief floods my entire body.

"You asshole!" I sign exasperated — pun just as intended as it was a few minutes ago .

"Yes, for my asshole," Sebastian replies, his grin widening even more. "An ass that can't wait to be filled by your fingers and cock."

I hastily reach between my legs and squeeze my balls. My erection may have flopped a few seconds ago, but Seb’s words are enough to bring me back to the brink.

Sebastian sits next to me on the bed and slips the condom on me. He’s clearly done this many times before, and the thought of that makes my breath catch in my throat. I find it unbelievably hot that he knows what he's doing — knows exactly what turns me on.

When his hands are free again, he signs with a wink, "It’s so we don’t have to wait when you’ve got me ready to take you."

I can only stare at him. For months I've been imagining what it would be like to have sex with my best friend. But I didn't expect him to be so uninhibited. I don't know what I expected. I mean, I knew Sebastian was sexually active … Very active. But that he communicates so clearly what he wants from me is an incredible turn-on.

Sebastian seems to misinterpret my stunned look because while I'm lost in thought, he backtracks.

"I can totally prep myself if you like, or we can go on doing what we’ve been doing if …"

No! As tempting as those options are, I want to fuck Sebastian now. All other possibilities for how to make each other come have to wait until later. If it’s up to me, I want to spend the next few days exploring everything.

I shake my head emphatically.

“I want you! You just looked so fucking hot, I was caught off-guard," I counter with a grin.

It’s clear my response has taken a load off Sebastian's mind. So maybe I’m not the only one who can’t wait to get down to business.

Sebastian

Thank god! For a moment I thought that Michael had changed his mind, and that would have broken my heart.

Without any more talk, I lower myself back on top of his wonderfully naked body, and his fingers immediately drift back to the place they were before. I’m more than happy to let him go where he wants, but there’s something I want too. I’m crazy about kissing Michael, and I want more.

Passionately, our tongues play with each other as our lips brush. It’s me who breaks away from his mouth a second time when Michael puts both hands on my buttocks and pulls them apart. Cool air licks my hidden skin, and although no one can see it, not even Michael, I feel incredibly exposed.

A moan falls from my mouth and I lay my head against Michael's neck as he begins to knead my ass cheeks. I feel his fingers search for my asshole, and when he finds it, he gently presses his fingertips against my rim. I moan louder and tilt my hips to give him even better access. I love being touched like this, and since he’s so much bigger than me, this position is perfect for both of us!

It doesn't take long before I'm ready for more, and my hand blindly searches the bedside table for the lube.

It doesn't take long for my fingers to find it. While I open the tube, one of Michael's hands leaves my ass and moves towards me, palm up. He really wants to do it! Despite what he’d said, I was a little unsure. After all, it's a big step to get another man ready for anal sex when you only kissed one for the first time a few minutes before. I can hardly believe my luck!

The thought that maybe he had anal sex with one of his many girlfriends pops into my head, and I don't like it at all.

Wet fingers swirl around my asshole, and my head falls back instantaneously. My whole being is focused on the fingers that are carefully exploring my most sensitive spot. I can’t hold back. I stretch my ass towards Michael. I want more! I send up a little prayer to heaven: Please, don't let this all overwhelm him. But I seriously can't hold back any longer. For far too long, I've longed to be touched by him like this.

A giggle comes out of Michael's mouth. He’s clearly happy. Good! I can work with that. I circle my hips in anticipation, but not for long. Michael surprises me for the millionth time tonight when he grips one of my ass cheeks, forcing me to stop moving. Then I feel Michael's teeth gently nibbling along my neck as if he wants to clamp me down with his mouth and hand.

I stay still. Even my breath stops.

Then I feel a finger cover my hole, and carefully, Michael increases the pressure. The tight rim slowly gives way as he presses deeper. A burning sensation flares, and, shocked, I gasp as Michael's fingertip sinks inside me.

Michael

Sebastian has gone rigid on top of me. His body is more tense than I’ve ever seen it. My right index finger is pressed firmly against his asshole, and I increase the pressure a little more. Inch by inch, the tight muscle gives way until only tightness and heat enclose my finger. It’s an incredible feeling !

And it’s not only me who’s enjoying it. A tremor runs through Sebastian's body as he pushes his butt even more onto my finger. I'm not sure he even realizes what he's doing. He’s so fucking hot.

I’ve never had anal sex before, and a nagging doubt enters my mind. If it's this tight on my finger, how will I stop myself coming right away once my cock feels this kind of tight heat? And more importantly, how will I get it in without hurting my best friend?

Sebastian senses my distraction and impatiently pushes himself onto my finger. Before I even know what's happening, it's completely disappeared inside him.

Oh shit!

I close my eyes and take a deep, conscious breath. But that doesn't make it any better. In fact, with my eyes closed, I become even more aware that a naked Sebastian is lying on top of me and I have my finger inside his ass. Everywhere our naked skin touches, it feels like I am vibrating. Tingling. And then there's Sebastian's thick, stiff cock, pressing into my belly. It's the hottest feeling I've ever experienced.

Is this because I’m with a man or because it's Sebastian? my subconscious wants to know for the hundredth time that evening.

I ignore the thought because I have a hot man on top of me and he’s lifted his head. His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen, and his pupils so large that I can’t even see his wonderful chocolate brown irises streaked with gold. The hair band that held his ponytail earlier has fallen out and his hair now falls wildly in all directions.

If I already thought that my best friend was sexy, it’s nothing compared to the sight in front of me now. So, when he licks his lips I’m almost done. My gaze follows his tongue as if spellbound .

But then his lips move, forming something. Words. No, one word. I need a moment to process what it is, but when I do, it almost drives me out of my mind.

"More!"

To make his point even clearer, Sebastian pushes his hips forward a few inches, and that gives me an idea. Seconds later, Sebastian is lying under me. I grabbed him and rolled us 180 degrees. His eyes are wide in surprise for a moment, then he bites his lower lip in a mischievous grin.

I’m torn. Should I kiss that tempting mouth? That wasn’t why I flipped him. I actually want to see what I'm doing to Sebastian. I want to see my finger disappear inside him. I want to watch him react to my touch.

As a test, I briefly wiggle my finger, which has surprisingly stayed deep inside Sebastian's tempting little hole. The smile on his face disappears, instead his eyes fall shut, his mouth opens, and his body arches off the mattress.

Sebastian

Michael is driving me crazy. I can't repeat myself enough that I was convinced tonight was going to be an evening of awkward fumbling. A few exploratory touches here, and a few nervous glances there. I couldn't have been more wrong.

There’s no hesitation at all. He takes what he wants and uses his huge, sexy body without inhibition. I could not have imagined anything better.

Suddenly his hot weight lifts, and startled, I open my eyes. Is it too much for Michael after all?

I’ve underestimated him again. He’s only moved to kneel between my legs, his eyes fixed on the spot between my cheeks. He’s concentrating so hard, his tongue is sticking out. He looks good enough to eat. Without thinking about it, I spread my legs a little more.

Michael gasps.

Do you like that, sexy? I think.

After what feels like an age, I feel movement. Michael is slowly pulling his finger out until there’s only the tip still inside me. Then he gives me a look.

The heat in his eyes makes my breath catch. He wants me! He really wants me!

Without breaking eye contact, I nod once.

Michael pushes his finger in again and begins to fuck me with it mercilessly. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, my toes tingle, and my jaw tightens. If he goes on like this, I won't last — and he hasn't even found my prostate yet, let alone gotten his cock inside me.

I wave at him to slow down and Michael gets the message. His finger slows, and I exhale deeply. My eyes have drifted to the plain white ceiling while my breathing deepens, although I’m not taking much in. I simply wallow in Michael's touch.

When my threatened climax has subsided, I raise my hand and stretch two fingers in the air. It’s my sign that this is what I want now. I’m ready for more!

Michael whimpers. Instinctively he understands what I want and he obviously likes this game we’re playing.

You’re not the only one! I think.

Swiftly, he reaches for the lube again. I don’t really need it now, but it’s touching that he’s making sure I’ll enjoy it. As if there’s any universe where I wouldn’t enjoy being fucked by him.

The thought is barely over before his second finger presses inside me .

Michael

I am not taking the chance to hurt Sebastian in any way. I bite my lower lip uncertainly. His asshole felt so tightly around just one finger that I have serious doubts that another will fit in there. Not to mention my dick.

Carefully I stroke a second finger, wet with lube, around Sebastian's tight rim. His body literally pushes itself towards my finger. Should I?

I lift my gaze. Sebastian's eyes are fixed on me, his lower lip caught between his teeth again. That look is enough to drive me crazy — I have no idea why, but it’s just so damned hot. I lick my lips.

My best friend’s eyes are telling me something. He’s impatient. He stretches his butt against my fingers again, and makes the unmistakable sign for "more."

He really wants it!

I increase the pressure of the second finger, and Sebastian stays completely calm. My gaze alternates between the erotic sight of my fingers disappearing inside him and Sebastian's face. He looks at me with total focus. His only sign of my increasing invasion of his most intimate place is his fingers clawing into the bedspread. Is that a good sign?

I stop, but Sebastian is clearly out of patience. His hips tilt up and my two fingers automatically sink deep inside him. I gasp in surprise. Concerned, I look at Sebastian.

"Do you want me?" he signs. There’s no mistaking the annoyed undertone.

"Yes, of course."

"Then stop treating me like a porcelain doll already. I'm not fragile. Take me!"

Wow! His words alone are enough to make me come .

I close my eyes briefly. Sebastian is absolutely right. He's done this before and all the signs show that he’s enjoying what I'm doing to him. I don't know why I'm suddenly so insecure.

When I open my eyes again, Seb is holding two fingers out again, only this time he moves them apart to form a V.

Does he want me to stretch him more? Isn't that too fast? Too much?

But Sebastian knows better than me what he needs. All I need to do is obey.

Sebastian

What's going on? Michael was really demanding a moment ago, but now his self-confidence seems to have vanished. For a terrible moment, I wonder if he’s changed his mind. That sex with a man — with me — isn’t what he wants after all.

Luckily, that doesn't seem to be the problem. Not that my mind has the ability to psycho-analyze right now. It seems he just needs a nudge in the right direction.

If I have to, I'll give you step-by-step instructions. But please fuck me already! I mentally shout.

When he looks at me again, I hold my fingers up and stretch them apart. Michael's eyes widen.

Please, please, please! I can't wait anymore!

A jolt seems to pass through Michael's large body. He’s clearly come to a decision! The next moment I feel the glorious tug and slight burn as Michael spreads his fingers that are deep inside me. For a second or two I lie as still as I can to show Michael he’s exactly on point. But the feeling is just too good. I can't stop my body from moving any longer.

Damn! I love it when dates play with me like that — and the fact that it's Michael makes it ten times better. When his fingers relax inside me, my body calms, and I give him a concerned look. Is he okay with this? But I needn't have worried. His earlier reserve has passed, and Michael's eyes hold nothing but pure lust.

"Again!" The simple sign is all I’m capable of.

A diabolical smile spreads across Michael's beautiful features. My Fuzzball has already played with me as if it’s second nature, but the next few minutes pass in a fog of utter pleasure.

Michael brings me to the edge of climax repeatedly. First, he spreads his fingers, only to fuck me quickly with them moments later. But when he curls them inside me and catches my prostate, I’m almost ready to shoot my load.

I can’t help thinking, Where the hell did he learn to do that? And why is he so good at it?

I take a painfully tight grip on my balls and just manage to prevent the worst.

But I can’t take much more. I’m slick with sweat, every inch of my skin glowing, and every touch triggers goosebumps.

It's time for the man I've always wanted — my best friend, the one I've loved since I can remember — to take me over the edge at last.