Sugar and Ice - RJ Scott Page 0,30

even wider. Of course he did. “I do too when I feel the itch. Do you jerk off to it?”

“Sometimes.” He moved his hips side to side. I patted a cheek, kneaded the bubble butt that was so like mine and every other hockey player I knew. “God, can we…do something?”

“We are. You’re telling me things that are pleasing me and I’m pleasing you. So, are you sure you want your first time from behind?” His tiny little hole was tempting me, so I ran a finger around the edges. He gasped and jerked. “If I take you this way it will feel deeper.”

“Okay deep, yeah, deep is good. Yeah? Or no, I…fuck I don’t know.” He pushed back against my finger, eager, or so he thought. “I want you in me.”

A shudder of want raced down my spine. I flicked open the lube and coated his ass crack, working the slick down over his entrance, over his balls, and slathering his leaky cock. He groaned long and low when I worked the lube over his prick. As I stroked with my left hand I began working a finger into him. His moans were like hymns, sweet and heavenly. He never once pulled away; if anything he was too greedy for the penetration.

“More,” he huffed after I had my middle finger all the way in. I bent down to nip at his ass cheek, then worked another finger in, all the while tugging on his prick. Pre-cum ran out of him, adding to the slip and slide. “More, fuck. Oh, shit…I…shit!”

I chuckled and tapped his prostate again. “Did none of your women ever do this for you?”

“No. I…fuck! Stop, stop…it’s too close.”

I pulled my fingers out and began taking off my clothes, item by item, tossing them on the bed beside him. He watched as my jeans, underwear, socks, and T-shirt landed right beside him.

“You’re going to love this after you adjust,” I whispered as I tore open a foil packet and rolled the condom down over me. “It will make you sore though, I cannot stop that but I do have something for your ass when I’m done with it. I’ll take care of you, zvedva moya.”

My star. That was what I’d called him and that was what he was. A brilliant body… a blessing from a goddess. And he was mine. All six-foot-plus of him. He knew it and I did as well. I eased a knee up onto the bed, then another, and used them to spread him wider. His fingernails raked over the wooden headboard.

“You’ll want to breathe,” I whispered as I pressed my cockhead against his ass. He eased back as I pushed. My head was buried in him. He tensed, his hands finding purchase on the edge of the headboard. “Breathe, good, good, yes, pretty man. So pretty. So bright. Zvedva moya, my star. Breathe, yes…yes…yes.”

The tension lessened. I pushed in deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until he had all of me inside him, just as he’d begged for.

“Oh fuck, fuck…I… don’t move, I just…fuck,” he huffed.

I pulled out just a bit then slid back in. He grunted. I did it again, and again, and again, until he was arching his spine to take more. Only then did I release his hips and slap my hands to his chest, jerking him back to me, his back to my chest. He cried out. I took his cock in hand as I pumped. His head fell to the side, baring his throat. I fell on his neck like a vampire just freed from its crypt. Biting and sucking, I feasted on him as we fucked.

“Give me…your mouth,” I growled. He turned his head and I saw his face. Flushed and sweaty, eyes nothing but black, mouth parted. Such a beautiful face. I licked into his open mouth, the kiss sloppy and wet, my hips moving faster and faster. “Come for me now. Let go. Come for me, my sweet star.”

He blew apart at my command. Hot jets of cum coating my hand and the bedding. I worked him, milking him dry, and then rocked up to bury myself as deep as I could. Sparks raced up my spine as my orgasm hit. He reached back with both hands to grab at my hips and ass to keep me where I was. Cock kicking, I lurched and groaned, kissing him with passion. He met each hungry swipe of my tongue with his own.

We tasted each other