Page 70 of Want Me
“Maybe you need some help cooling off,” he suggested.
“Oh, I definitely do. I’m getting a strong porno premise vibe here, and I’m totally onboard.” The way my dick strained like it was trying to punch through my shorts and how close I was to panting, I figured I was a heat stroke risk not even a tub of ice could prevent if Eric was anywhere in the vicinity. But fuck if I was going to do anything to dissuade him.
He winked at me, and that wink might as well have been a telegraphed message tapped out against my cock as he popped the ice cube in his mouth, crushing it to bits before he leaned in and licked over my lips. Icy slush dribbled down my chin, dropped onto my chest, and bloomed in a delicious chill.
“Oh fuck me,” I whispered, mentally taking back what I’d just said about him not being creative and tilting my head back as he picked up another cube to drag a cool wet trail from my sternum up to my throat. My body didn’t seem to know whether to shrink away from the cold or to press into the accompanying heat of Eric’s hand. Somehow it was trying to do both, and I squirmed side to side in the cage of his body as he drew the ice up over my chin and glided it along my lower lip.
“Not yet but very soon,” he murmured, the drawl of his voice just as warm as his skin. “Open,” he commanded, and when I did, he cupped my jaw in one hand and slid the ice cube over my lips and just behind, running it over my teeth with a soft click of sound before guiding it down my chin. Cool liquid collected in the hollow of my throat and spilled over, streaming down my chest like a gentle caress.
“You know how much I love making you come? How much I love fucking your ass, sucking your cock—” He traced the head of my cock through my shorts with his other hand. ”—making your whole body shake?”
“Mmph.” I exhaled the affirmative, because I knew he loved it as much I loved him doing it. “But maybe I need a reminder.”
When he circled the cube around my nipple, it tightened up so fast I actually felt the pinch of flesh hardening. I dropped my head back and let out a quiet moan. More ice, more slow spirals of blessed coolness moving over my skin. I hardly even noticed Eric had unbuttoned my shorts until he wrapped his cold hand around my cock and I jolted, my eyes flying open as I yelped in surprise. Eric snickered and soothed the ice-water shock electrifying my shaft with his other hand, which felt like a sleeve of fire in comparison. My stomach caved in on itself, and my dick didn’t know whether to retreat or press the offense. Cold, hot, cold, hot. The temperature differences chased each other over my erection in alternating strokes and, fuck, it wasamazing.
Eric shoved my shorts farther down to my knees and freed his own cock, still stroking me in between. I reached for his dick immediately, gripped him tight, and smirked at the sharp look of lust that passed through his eyes and made his eyelids droop to half-mast. For a second, he forgot all about his ice crusade as he leaned into the slow caresses up and down his shaft. I ran my thumb over his foreskin, stretched it back, and dipped into the precome oozing from his slit over the swollen crown of his cock, catching the hard shift of his Adam’s apple from the edge of my vision as he swallowed.
“You’re close. So fucking close,” I taunted, thumbing at his head again. His gaze lifted from where he’d focused on my thumb rubbing over his crown and met mine, slitted and hazy with arousal. “Bet if I kept on playing with your—”
He caught my hand and stilled it as he bullied into me and turned me around.
“Can’t even answer, huh?Damn.” But I glimpsed a sliver of his grin before he palmed the back of my head and angled it down.
His lips brushed over the nape of my neck, so warm that the sudden cold that came next made me twist to one side in protest. The chill moved down my bare back in a lazy path as Eric laughed softly. He pressed his mouth to my shoulder blade and the chill came again, and this time it remained pressed against my skin, surrounded by the heat of his lips as the ice cube melted in his mouth against me and the rivulets tracked down my rib cage. Goose bumps broke over my shoulders.
I heard ice crunching in his mouth, then felt tiny shards dribbling down my spine all the way to my crack. And I might not have been a huge fan of cold on my dick, but when Eric’s chilly fingers slid over my hole, the force with which I reflexively clenched shot a ball of heat through my groin, and I let out a ragged breath of pleasure.
Eric kept on, fishing ice cubes from the glass, painting cool wet trails over my back, my stomach, the nape of my neck. My lips, again. He licked a stripe from the corner of my mouth to my earlobe and pressed his hand flat to my back. “Bend over and show me that tight little hole.”
Fuck.Filthy. Gulping, I leaned forward and held myself spread for him, my chest resting against the Formica countertop. The icy point of a cube touched down at the top of my crack. Its meandering downward trek toward my hole tickled and almost had me writhing away except Eric’s tongue swept over me again.
“Shit, that’s good. Really fucking good.” The mesh of disparate temperatures zinged through me, storming my insides with electricity, making muscles twitch reactively. He traced the ice cube around my rim, and the backs of my thighs quivered as I clenched up until he chased it with a flutter of his tongue, the touch so light it was just this soft dappling of heat that made me crave more. Cold, hot, cold, hot, a crazy ouroboros of sensation that was fast transforming me into a twisted up mess. Water was conductive, right? I fucking felt it, too, like each rivulet running over my skin carried its own erotic charge.
I could come like this easily, and I reached down to stroke myself a couple of times then let go, feeling arousal mount, thrilling fingers of pleasure soaring through me. That’d be kind of hot actually, if I came just from an ice cube teasing my hole alongside Eric’s tongue. The more I thought about it, the hornier I got, and my hips twitched, my cock spearing at the air a couple of times when Eric ran the cube over puckered muscle again. My balls tightened up, heavy and swollen, and fuck it was it gonna feel good to blow.
“Eric,” I rasped, and he slid a hand over my chest, easing me upright, turning me gently around as he stood and popped what was left of the cube in his mouth, crunching it to bits. Catching his hands in mine, I pulled him against me and kissed him until his mouth was hot again.
“Love when you say my name all hot and wrecked like that,” he murmured, brushing his lips over the corner of mine. “You want it, don’t you? Need my cock in your ass. My load.” He pushed a chilly finger inside me and woke up my prostate in a matter of two strokes that melted like gold around the slight sting of initial intrusion.
“Fuuuuuck yes.” I didn’t mean to say it all wheedling that way, but I was standing there both burning up and freezing cold at the same time, parts of me elastic and woozy and other parts of me tight as an ACE bandage. And I needed,desperately needed, to come.
He aligned our cocks, and I groaned at the stiffness of his shaft gliding against mine. Then he shifted his weight and took a half step back, a softer heat wrapping the head of my dick as he stroked me.
“What…” I looked down between us and moaned, squeezing my eyes shut so I didn’t come right. That. Fucking. Moment. Because Eric had covered my cockhead with his silky foreskin and was now jacking both of us.
“Oh fuck,” I rasped, and grabbed onto his arms to keep myself steady as sparks showered through me and made me tingle head to toe. My cock slid easily in his grasp, a slippery flesh sleeve cocooning my glans, so different than a hand or really anything else I’d ever felt in my life because it was so fucking seamless and smooth and warm and…fuck. I had no idea foreskin could drive me out of my mind like this, but there was something about the combination of texture, the firm guidance of his hand, and the sheer fucking primal resourcefulness of what was happening that was going to shatter me in seconds.
My chest rose and fell in harsh, staggered breaths, and somehow it felt like fucking him, my hips tilting and pushing toward him as he stroked faster, all the pressure of his grip concentrated just behind my crown. Eric clearly wasn’t immune either; he had his lower lip trapped between his teeth, nostrils flaring with the force of his exhales. I tried to hang on, because I wanted to keep riding the high of this next-level erotic union of our bodies, but it was too damn much. Eric maintained a punishing cocktail of pressure and speed, whispering a fucking laundry list of lewdness that spilled in the air between us, half of which I didn’t even really hear. There was a place between torture and pleasure, and I was in it. This weird kinda purgatory where the sensations crossed and twisted around each other and created sheer chaos in my nerve endings.
“Fuck, I can’t hold on, I can’t—” I moaned and gripped his shoulders tight as I lost my shit babbling nonsense and bucking into his hand while he held us together and rasped, “Lemme have it.”
My orgasm broke free like it was busting through a brick wall, hard and inevitable, slamming the air from my lungs with brute force as my nuts pulled tight and unleashed. The soft slap of skin against skin became loud, wet smacks as I jizzed all over Eric’s cock, his hand, the floor.
He pumped me until my legs threatened to collapse from beneath me and I pushed him away, sinking back against the lip of the counter.
“Shit, get in me,” I demanded, my stomach still fluttery with aftershocks.
Eric granted me a two-second reprieve before slicking my come over his length and lifting my balls out of the way as he pressed his fat cockhead against my hole, which all but swallowed him up at the first hint of pressure.