HOT ICE: Complete Sporting Romance Series

by Lily Harlem

“Yeah, but like I said, I don’t break easily, and now I’m here with you.” He paused, sighed and smiled. “I can relax.”

  “Thanks for coming with me tonight. I know the press were a pain on the way in, but I really appreciated having you there. It made a special night really special.”

  He took my hand and lifted it to his mouth. Pressed a kiss to the center of my palm. “The night isn’t over yet.”

  Our gazes caught. Desire flashed in his eyes and heat grew in my belly. God, I wanted him, but I’d seen the bruises on his body and I could read the tiredness in his last few smiles.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, my cock already filling.

  “Matthew, you said the time was getting near and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to wait any longer. We’ve told the world we’re together, so let’s be together in every way.”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  Anxiety flashed in his eyes. “Isn’t it what you want?”

  “More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.” I pulled him close and kissed him, long and slow and indulgent, tasting chocolate, champagne and strawberry flavors and breathing in his lingering cologne.

  He hung on to me, his chest rising and falling against mine and his erect cock pressing up against my groin.

  All my muscles were tense, some trembling as heat flashed over my skin, tightening my balls and stiffening my shaft to full hardness. A greedy, desperate need surged through my veins but I knew I had to take it slow, rein in the sometimes-blinding passion that consumed me. I couldn’t just rip down his pants, bend him over and ram in. That wasn’t what I’d promised and it certainly wouldn’t do it for him. Todd needed me to make love to him gently and with consideration.

  We had to take our time.

  I broke the kiss and stepped away. “Come on,” I said, winding our fingers together and tugging him in the opposite direction of my bedroom.

  “Where to?”

  “The bathroom. Let’s take a shower together, then I can see where all your sore bits are so I don’t squeeze you too hard again.”

  After turning the handles to create a hot and powerful blast of water, I set about undressing him. He stood calm and still, watching me release his bow tie and lay it on a straight-backed chair that stood in the corner. His arms hung at his sides as I undid the buttons on his dress shirt then slipped it from him.

  The mirror steamed over, as did the glass walls of the shower cubicle, the air becoming thick with hot mist. I slipped the button free on his pants and slid down the zipper. The material had strained over his cock and he sighed at the release of pressure.

  Still without speaking, I dropped the pants to his ankles and slipped them off. He rested a hand on my shoulder as I removed his shoes and socks. I looked up at him, past the impressive bulge in his boxers, and saw naked desire in his face.

  Willing myself to stay calm, I curled my hands over the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down, finally freeing his erection. It was every bit as wondrous as I remembered. Flushed a dark mauve, the veins purple and twisting, it jutted upward, almost tapping his navel.

  “Matthew,” he said, reaching for the sink to support himself as he kicked away his underwear.

  “What?”

  “I just… God, I want you so fucking much.”

  I stood. “And I want you. Feel.” I took his free hand and pressed it over my groin, clenched my jaw and hissed in a breath. His touch made even more blood rush to my cock and weakened my knees.

  “I love that you want me so much,” he said. “I wasn’t sure if that’d ever happen for me.”

  “What’d you mean?”

  “Until now I’ve fallen for guys who haven’t wanted what I did.”

  “You mean Raven?”

  “Yeah, and the college buddy I kissed. Neither of them would take what I thought we had together any further.”

  I pressed my hand over his, increased the pressure he was exerting on my cock. “I’ll tell you one thing for sure, we’re taking this all the way tonight. And it’s going to be so damn good.” I reached for the top button of my shirt. “Get in the shower,” I said. “I’ll join you in a second.”

  He stepped away but I kept my attention glued on him as the water sluiced down his body, running over his thick shoulder muscles and down the cleft of his spine. He held his face up to the water and his hair flattened to his head.

  Free of my clothes, I stepped in to join him, my cock bobbing as I moved. He opened his eyes, reached for my face and we kissed, letting the water slip and slide around our mouths and the tips of our cocks touch and tap against each other.

  My ass was tight, my balls ached but I reminded myself that we weren’t going to fuck in the shower. My condoms were in the bedroom. “Here,” I said, reaching for the shower gel. “Let me soap you down.” I flooded my hands then began to rub, the creamy bubbles increasing as my strokes grew.

  He shifted slightly out of the water so they didn’t wash away instantly, and I made the most of being able to worship every contour, every dip and rise of his chest and abs, the angle down to his hip and the firmness of his thighs. I was careful not to touch his cock. We didn’t want to reach the finish line too quickly, no matter how tempting it was.

  “Turn around,” I ordered.

  His jaw clenched and his gaze caught mine.

  I swept my tongue over my bottom lip. “Turn around, Todd.”

  He did as I’d asked. I refilled my hand with shower gel and swept it over his shoulder blades. The white, soapy bubbles built and washed down his golden skin, settling in the lovely groove of his spine and the two dimples above his butt. More bubbles traveled in a river down the cleft between his ass cheeks. I followed their journey with my fingertip.

  I felt him tense.

  “Shh,” I soothed into his ear. “We’re going to take it slow. Relax. I’m just soaping you, nothing else.”

  “But I want you to do everything, I need you inside me. I want to come with your cock in my ass, Matthew. It’s all I can think of, what I’ve been longing for.”

  “Me too, fucking hell, me too. But there’s no rush. Let’s enjoy this first time.” Damn, I wanted to rush. I wanted to be coming within the next thirty seconds. But that couldn’t happen, so instead I sank to my knees, pushed Todd’s legs apart and watched the soap trickle toward his balls. I kissed his taut buttocks, hotly, wetly, then tugged at one tense butt cheek to expose his anus.

  He groaned and tilted forward, flattening his palms on the shower wall.

  “That’s it,” I encouraged, kissing, nibbling and licking my way down his cleft. “Just feel, just feel me touching you.”

  Gently I rubbed over the small wrinkles of skin surrounding his hole. Felt him pushing back for more then kissed where my fingers had just explored.

  He groaned. “Oh fucking hell, Matthew, that’s amazing.”

  I was busy kissing, licking, absorbing the warm soapiness of his skin. The flesh on his butt cheeks was tense and hard and perfect for gentle nips. And while I kissed outward, I was busy at his asshole again. My finger slippery with suds, I probed in.

  He hissed out a breath.

  Heat enveloped the tip of my finger. I buried higher, aware of my cock straining for release as I felt the inside of his body. Once I’d breached that strong band of muscle it was soft and cushiony and so perfect—it would fasten around the root of my shaft then hug the length.

  “Relax more,” I said.

  “Fuck, I wanna come just with you doing that.”

  God, I wasn’t far off, either. Never before had just touching someone brought me so close to the edge. I hooked my finger forward, found the hard little lump I was looking for and began to stroke.

  “Ah, ah, ah.” His whole body trembled. His knees actually gave way for a split second until he braced his legs.

  “I’ve got you,” I said into the small of his back. I laid my cheek into the dip, shut my eyes and felt him quivering as I stroked him internally.

/>   After a few moments I moved my other hand ’round and gripped his cock. He was concrete-hard, not far off coming.

  To hell with it. He could come, he deserved that after what he’d been through.

  With long, firm strokes, I massaged his shaft. I added another finger into his asshole, stretching him wider and increasing the pressure on his prostate.

  “Oh my God, you’re gonna finish me off,” he groaned. “Matthew, fuck, I’m gonna…”

  I stood, pressed my mouth to his ear and kept my hands just where they were, doing their thing. “Yeah, come for me, I want to feel you come in my hands. Fuck, it’s so sexy having you like this, in front and behind.”

  His eyes were screwed closed tight, his teeth gritted. His pelvis was twitching and rocking in synchrony with my thrusting fingers. Each time he lurched forward I gave his shaft a good yank and a squeeze and when he thrust back I increased the pressure on his special, internal place. I knew this moment would stay with me forever, the image of him battling with pleasure, the sensation of him accepting me for the first time.

  “Ah fuck, I’m coming. It’s starting so deep,” he shouted. “Matthew, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’ll fucking die if you stop.”

  “I won’t. Take what you need.” My limbs and bones wanted to melt like the water splashing around us. But I didn’t let them, I pressed into him, my chest hard on his back keeping him pinned to the shower wall.

  He suddenly cried out, a deep, guttural yell that echoed around the cubicle and vibrated through my body. It was primitive and uncontrolled and the sound speared my soul with satisfaction.

  Still I kept driving into his ass, jerking his cock. I could feel semen spurting upward, powerful pulsing blasts that caused his shaft to throb in my palm. Two, three, four potent gushes, his hips jerking in rhythm.

  He threw his head backward, landing on my shoulder. I nipped at his neck, plunged higher into his ass, deeper, much deeper, scissoring my fingers, knowing this was the perfect moment to really stretch him ready for my cock.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” he cried, pounding out one more explosion.

  I pushed my whole body against his, eking out every last moment of his ecstasy. Finally, his hips slowed their frantic thrusting and we stilled.

  “That’s fucking awesome,” he groaned. “I’ve never come so hard.”

  The water rained down on us, washing away his spunk. Cooling my feverish body.

  “You’re so responsive,” I said, dribbles of pre-cum leaking from my slit then washing away. “And you feel so damn awesome in here. It’s where I want to be. I want to make you come again, with my dick.” I gently slid my fingers almost out of his ass and then back in, knuckle deep.

  He groaned.

  “You’re so perfect,” I whispered.

  He was panting hard, his eyes still shut and his head tipped back. “Fuck. I don’t think…I’ll ever get enough…of feeling like this.”

  “Breathe,” I said soothingly, releasing his cock to brush hair from his eyes. “Take some deep breaths.” I kissed his bruised cheek very gently.

  He lifted his head and opened his eyes. Smiled weakly.

  I didn’t want to take my fingers from his ass, but I also wanted to get us dried and onto the bed. His huge, tough body was quivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and I didn’t think he’d be able to stand for much longer.

  I pulled out. He whimpered and turned to me. I kissed him then reached for the shower gel, quickly soaped and rinsed my own body then led him out of the cubicle. After wrapping him in a towel, I turned off the faucet and set about drying both him and me, being extra careful around his bruises.

  “Matthew,” he said, “that isn’t it for tonight, is it?”

  “No.” I glanced down at my furious erection, rising up and demanding attention. “Definitely not.”

  I led him into the bedroom, half thinking about quickly jerking a climax out of my cock to dampen down my impatience. But I decided against it. I was a grown man. It had been a while but I was in control. And what was another few minutes after this long wait?

  Todd seemed to have recovered from his orgasm by the time we reached the bed. He rubbed his hair with a towel, leaving it messy and damp, then threw back the duvet, his cock nodding horizontally, already refilling and priming for more.

  I delved into the drawer, grabbed the lube and a condom and set them on the bedside table. When I turned back to the bed he was up on all fours, his delectable ass in the air, his spine rod straight and his head hanging down.

  “What you doing?” I asked.

  “Waiting for you.”

  It was tempting to take what was on offer, but I had other plans. “Turn over, onto your back.”

  He twisted to look at me, disheveled strands of hair falling around his face.

  I pressed a kiss just below the string of bruises on his side, adoring the silky- smoothness of his flesh. “I need to see you, make sure I’m not hurting you.” I paused. “I don’t want you buried in a pillow, I want you with me.”

  He did as I’d asked, turning over and stretching out straight on the bed with his cock pointing toward the ceiling.

  I moved over him and looked into his eyes. Their beautiful, tropical-ocean blue had turned smoky and dense with desire. I kissed his lips, plump and eager, stroked his tongue with mine.

  “Matthew,” he breathed into my mouth. “I love you so much.”

  Joy flooded through my soul as my heart swelled painfully. “I love you, too, so much it’s scaring me.”

  “Don’t be scared.” He caught my face in his hands, held me firm.

  “I can’t help it, after...”

  “After what?”

  I glanced away. “After Tony. I loved him, I thought he loved me…but he left.”

  “I thought you said it was a mutual breakup.”

  I swallowed.

  “Matthew, look at me.” He twisted me to face him again.

  He was frowning.

  My heart was pounding.

  “I’m not Tony,” he said. “And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

  “Okay.”

  There was a long silence, filled only with the sound of my pulse in my ears.

  “He promised that too, didn’t he?” Todd asked eventually.

  God, could I feel any more vulnerable? My cock was raging, my heart was wide open and my soul had been laid bare in front of the man who had the potential to completely destroy me. I nodded. “Yeah, he did, once upon a time.”

  “Trust me,” Todd whispered onto my mouth. “I’m here to stay for as long as you want me.”

  “I’ll always want you,” I said quickly. “Always.”

  “Then we’re stuck with one another.” He gave me a gentle smile and ran his hands over my shoulders.

  “I hope so.”

  “I can see I’m going to have to prove it with actions.”

  “That sounds good.” I was hovering above him and could feel his smooth chest against my hairier one. I didn’t want to press any lower for fear of hurting his ribs.

  “Hold me properly,” he whispered, sliding his hands down my back and onto my butt, pulling me closer. “I told you, I won’t break. I need to feel your body against mine. I need to feel your body in mine.”

  Okay, so the time for talking was over. Now it was all about the physical.

  I kissed him again, and set about exploring every inch of flesh I could reach. I adored the defined shapes that ran down the sides of his body, muscles I’d never managed to sculpt on my own torso. The sheer velvetiness of his skin over granite tendons was a heavenly contrast.

  But my hunger for satisfaction was ravenous, and as our kisses intensified, I knew I had to keep it harnessed. Shame my body didn’t know that though. My cock was bulging, blood hammering through it as it pressed against Todd’s. My balls were boiling, the cum in them simmering for release.

  I broke the kiss, reached for a condom and the lube then sat back on my haunches.

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bsp; Todd was breathing as hard as I was, his hair spread out like sunlight on my black pillowcase and his parted lips rouged, shiny and swollen from our kisses.

  I pushed his thighs apart, moved between them and rolled on a condom. I applied a healthy dollop of lube to my palm and clutched my shaft. I shivered at the cold sensation that penetrated the thin latex, then worked the lube up and down and over my glans.

  Todd didn’t take his gaze off me, watching mesmerized, frozen as though not wanting to break some spell. I massaged my cock probably a little longer than I needed to, enjoying him watching me. But I had to be careful, I was concrete-hard, my balls packing up tight into my body, pressure building.

  Todd reached for his own cock, solid and engorged once more.

  “That’s it,” I said, “stroke yourself.” I released my greased shaft and grabbed a spare pillow. “And lift.”

  He tilted his pelvis and I shoved the pillow beneath his butt. Instantly I had a better view of where I was heading—the dark puckered circle of skin just beneath his balls.

  After lubing up my fingers again, I gently moved his testicles and applied pressure at the center of his asshole.

  “Matthew,” he said on an expired breath. His eyes fluttered shut and his legs flopped open wider. “Please.”

  I entered him with two fingers, adoring the way he melted open around me. He was so tight but at the same time so willing for invasion. “That’s it,” I soothed, “now let me build you up again.” The more excited he was when I entered him with my cock, the more pleasurable it would be—the burn, the stretch, would be blissful instead of painful.

  His prostate was waiting for my touch, and when I found it and stroked over the surface, he made a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a groan. He arched his spine and pulled his cock harder, his fist firm. I noticed his balls contracting.

  After a few minutes of caressing, his breaths became ragged. “Matthew, please, I can’t wait anymore. Please, just fuck me.”

  “Abso-bloody-lutely.”

  I withdrew my fingers, reached for his left leg and lifted it so it was over my shoulder. His limb was heavy and I could feel it vibrating like the taut strings of a harp. He stared up at me as I aimed my cock at his entrance.