Iced Read Free

between my legs. Finally I was on my back, lying in the water and feeling it soak my hair. I folded my hands behind my head and stared at him through my lashes. His hands rested on my bent knees and he bit his lip as he looked down at me, his expression hungry.
     
    I was focused on his face when I should have been watching his hands. When one curled around my cock, it held an ice cube between his palm and my dick. The effect was electrifying and I shouted, coming up to my elbows in an attempt to get away from him. He just grinned, kept his grip on my dick and slid the ice up and down it. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to turn it into a Popsicle or get me off. When his mouth closed on the head of my cock, surprise—more ice. There was cold everywhere. His hands seemed to be as chilled as the ice cubes, but his mouth had hidden pockets of surprising warmth that somehow remained untouched by the ice melting there.
     
    His tongue swirled around my dick in a mind-numbing contrast of hot and cold. His hand wrapped around the base as he slid his mouth down the length of my dick as far as he could. Giving head wasn’t Adam’s best thing; the truth was he really didn’t like to do it much. But he knew that getting sucked was my favorite, and so every so often he gave up fucking (which was very much his best thing) to blow me. When he did, the fact that he was doing it for me despite how he felt intensified the excitement. There was something about his dark head bent over my lap and his expressive mouth wrapped around my dick that sent lust flaming through me. This time ice had no power over the heat that engulfed me.
     
    Adam’s hand moved with a steady rhythm, following his mouth up and down my shaft. The ice was long gone; there was nothing left but wet heat and friction. He was focused completely on my cock. His hand twisted and his cheeks hollowed, his tongue cupped the underside of my shaft and dipped into the slit when he had his lips wrapped around the head. His fist around my dick was the only thing keeping me from slamming the entire length down his throat as I bucked under him. I tried to stay up on my elbows to watch but the more intense it got, the closer he pushed me toward my orgasm, the less strength I had for anything except the energy collecting in my balls and the base of my spine. It curled my toes and I dropped back onto the floor. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth off my dick just before I came. Instead of filling his mouth, I shot all over his face. He jerked away but his hand never stopped moving, pulling every bit of come from me before he slowed the pace and began to ease me down. He reached over to grab my boxers and used them to wipe his face.
     
    “Sorry,” I muttered, a bit sheepish and thoroughly hoarse from yelling so much. He cleaned out an ear and grinned at me.
     
    “No problem,” he said. He sounded smug, but then he had the right to a little smugness. He had cooled me off and set me on fire all at the same time. My mind was still spinning, and I couldn’t have gotten up and walked if I’d tried. Adam was still on his knees and with a quiet grunt he sat back on his bottom.
     
    “Tile’s hard,” I muttered, half asleep in my puddle.
     
    “That’s not all that’s hard,” Adam said. I heard something rip and opened an eye to look at him. He tossed aside the empty condom package and rolled the rubber down his cock with a practiced gesture. He lifted his gaze from watching what he was doing to meet my eyes. “My turn,” he said and grabbed my legs, pulling me closer until I was sitting in his lap. He gave me a wicked grin. “Hello there.” He settled me on my knees and his cock brushed the crack of my ass. My stomach knotted.
     
    “Uh, lube?” I muttered, but he already had the bottle of cooking oil out of the cabinet and was pouring it over his dick and his hand. I lifted a brow and smirked. “I spend way too much time with Crisco up my ass,” I told him, rolling