Sugar and Ice - RJ Scott Page 0,23

his hands and lifted them above his head. Then he was pinned to the inside of the refrigerator, the cold air on his back, his head on the freezer, which was still shut. I licked into his mouth again, demanding a hotter response, which he gave me.

“Stay like this, arms up, do not move,” I huffed beside his ear. He grunted, rotating his pelvis against mine. I was already close so I moved away, dropping to my knees to free the cock that I’d fantasized about tasting for what seemed like years.

“Fuck, oh fuck yeah,” Tate panted when I took him in hand and licked at the slit of his prick. A droplet of pre-cum appeared. I licked it off, ran my fingernail over the underside of his dick, smiling wide when he whimpered my name. “Shit I…” I heard his fingers scrabbling over the top of the fridge as he worked to stay where I had put him. “Fuck, just…ah shit.”

“You’re mine now, sweet one.”

“Say that in Russian. Call me sugar in Russian.”

I lapped at his cockhead, watching his face as passion overwhelmed him. God yes, he was beautiful and he was mine. Perhaps just for this half hour or maybe for a night, for this was perhaps the most unprofessional thing I had ever done.

I whispered what he wanted to hear right before I swallowed his thick cock to the root. He cried out. Frank replied with a scathing curse word that Tate wouldn’t have understood, thank God. The man unraveled. He was vocal, yet obedient. Thrusting his hips to pump his cock in and out of my mouth while gripping the freezer door for dear life, he fucked my mouth wantonly. I egged him on, sucking harder when he did something that I liked, easing off when he didn’t. The first spurt of cum that hit my tongue made my balls contract but I tamped it down. I wanted him to get me off, one-handed, right there in the kitchen.

His taste filled my mouth. I swallowed each pulse, then got to my feet. His eyes were black with lust. I covered his mouth with mine, smearing his taste over his tongue. He bucked for a moment longer, lost in the final tremors of his orgasm. Then with a gasping breath I took one hand down and pressed it against my crotch.

“Use your hand,” I said over his kiss-swollen lips. He nodded, his gaze fuzzy and sensual. I kissed him again and again. He freed my cock. I bit down on his lower lip, gently, and he moaned. Arching into his palm when his hand circled me, he tugged with jerky motions, his fingers toying with my foreskin as if it were a novelty. “Have you never been with a man who was uncircumcised?”

“I… no…not just…uhm, there were a few guys in college, hand jobs, all cut. I…fuck that is sexy.”

“You are sexy. Too sexy for my mind.”

“Too sexy for your shirt too?” he asked with a soft laugh.

“Your shirt is sexy.”

“Oh my God, Drax, just stop being so you.”

His palm rolled over the head of my dick and I lost my train of thought. For a man with little experience with other men he was certainly working me with skill. Or perhaps it was just that it was Tate writhing in my arms, jerking me off, wearing the love bites I’d put on him. Seeing those dark marks, I lowered my head to give him one more as he worked me into a frenzy. When I came my teeth sank into his neck. He worked my spunk all over me, whispering for me to suck harder, mark him. So I did; I sucked harder. When I could breathe properly, I moved from his mottled neck back to his mouth. Our kisses were softer now that the fire had burned down a bit.

“This is not how this was to go,” I confessed, nibbling at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah, I figured.” He pulled his hand out of my pants. I groaned at the loss. Then he rose a bit to capture my mouth. “My ass is cold but I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

“Yes, I…” I stepped back, disliking the cool air blowing between us. “Me either, but…” I looked at him, his flushed face, his brown eyes heavy with satisfaction and warmth, his arm still obediently over his head, his clothes rucked up and sideways, and knew then that I’d never be able to go back