Page 36 of Temptation On Ice

“Yeah, that’s it, beg for it, baby,” I groan, eager to share so I can hear him beg for more. “That first time, you were on your knees for me in the shower. You sucked my cock and took my balls in your mouth while you jacked me off with those big, rough hands.”

“Oh, fuuuuck,” he rasps. His breathing is heavy through the phone. It gives me the desire to continue in more detail.

“Your beard tickled, and your lips were soft. Goddamn, you knew exactly what I needed to have my knees shaking and having to hold on to you to keep from falling over. I came so hard and long I thought I was going to pass out,” I say in the same unrecognizable voice that is getting off on telling him about the fantasies he starred in.

I hear his breathing and the groan he lets out. “The first time?” he finally asks, sounding breathless and intrigued.

“Are you jacking off, Country Boy?” I ask, stroking myself harder, needing more punishment for wanting him to.

“How can I not when you sound like that and you’re saying those words,” he growls. He lets out a needy sigh. “I swear I wasn't going to take it here. I could have kept us where it was safe. But if you want to tell me your fantasies and know I’m imagining your hand on my cock right now, who am I to object?”

“So you like it? You want more?” I ask, hearing the eagerness in my tone, knowing he’s getting off on this.

“Hell yes, I do. Are your hands busy over there, Big Daddy?”

“Fuuuck, yes,” I groan, running my thumb over my crown and pumping my cock like it owes me money. “Why do I like you calling me that?” I can't help the quiet question slipping from my lips, despite my desire to keep it to myself. I bite my lip as soon as it’s out, wishing I could take it back…until he answers.

“Because you know I mean it differently than you’ve ever heard it, don't you?” he asks, and that command is back. “Now tell me the rest as you stroke your cock for me.”

My cock pulses, and I squeeze the tip and shove it down to keep from coming right then. My dick throbs in my hand. Oh, holy shit, I like that. “You made me nearly lose it with that one. Careful, this will be short-lived if you boss me around with that growly drawl,” I tell him.

“You wanna be bossed around, City Boy?” he asks with a note of interest. “Are you in your bedroom?”

“Yeah, I’m on my bed,” I answer quickly, anticipation thrumming through me for whatever he has planned. It sounds like he wants to take this further. My heart is racing, hands shaking, and adrenaline coursing through me at the very possibility. I kick off my shorts to widen my legs.

“FaceTime me so I can see you. Put the phone against your headboard. Get on your knees, ass on your heels. I want to see how heavy your balls are and how you handle your cock when you’re talking to me.”

My hand stutters and stops stroking my cock that’s throbbing at his filthy suggestions. Can I do that? It’s one thing to talk to him through the phone, telling him my dirty, body-wash-fueled fantasies without seeing his face. If I video call him, he’ll see everything. The thought has my cock jumping with need, and apparently, more of me is on board than I expected.

“You want to see me?” I ask, feeling a bit shy. “What about you? Will you let me watch, too?”

“Fair’s fair,” he growls. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

I pick up the phone and hit the FaceTime button before I can talk myself out of it because I do want to see what Tucker’s working with. My fantasies have been vague in that aspect. When the call connects, I see Tucker’s face and shoulders. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his right shoulder bunches and moves slowly, telling me he’s still stroking himself. I smile with a hint of embarrassment because this is weird as hell, but a thrill runs through me anyway, and I like that he’s watching. I roll to my knees on the bed, putting the phone against the headboard like he told me, and sit back on my heels, knees spread.

“Like this?” I ask, cupping my balls and tugging as my cock eagerly bobs out away from my body, precum slicking the tip.

His eyes are riveted on me through the screen as he groans. “Just. Like. That. You’re such a good boy for me, like I knew you’d be.”

I drop my head back on my shoulders with a groan and move my hand to my cock, pumping to his praise. I have no words for how good that made me feel.

“Now, you’ve told me about the first time, I want to know about any others.”

I lift my head and meet his eyes again. “You said I could see you. It’s not fair if I’m the one putting it all on display right now. I feel vulnerable, Country Boy,” I tease, bringing my other hand forward to help hide the goods from his view.

“You’re right, I did say that. Look at you, already comfortable stroking your cock with another man watching and asking him to do the same. You really are a temptation of the highest order. I’m going to have to be careful with you, aren't I?” he adds quietly.

He tilts his head and eyes me for a moment before he slowly puts the phone down in front of him and leans back, putting his cock on display for me. I suck in a breath and nearly bite my tongue off when I see him stroke up and down the thick length. He’s proportional to his size, so it’s hard to tell just how big he is, but his large hand can move up and down his shaft with room to play, so he’s plenty big.

I bite my lip as I watch, transfixed by the movement, syncing my hand to his.

“Speak, Sebastian,” he growls, and my cock jumps, wanting to obey and be his good boy. Holy fuck, where’d that thought come from, and why do I like it? I shake my head and laugh.

“You want me to bark for you now, Tucker?” I ask, and he laughs too.

“You don't have to bark, but I wouldn’t mind if you crawled on your knees for me. Now stop procrastinating and tell me how you fantasize about me.”

Okaaay, that’s another mental image I have to store away because now I’m going to think about crawling to him. When I catch Tucker’s eyes, he’s demanding, and it’s sexy as fuck, so I have to obey.