Page 37 of Temptation On Ice

“It happened again when I left and showered after staying over at your house. This time, you had me pressed into the shower wall, jacking my cock with one hand while you played with my ass with the other. I was slippery with body wash, and your fingers slid right into my crack, and you had me begging for more,” I groan as I remember each frame of the fantasy, my dick sloppy with precum as I slowly stroke up and down my shaft the way he did.

“Other hand on your balls. Pull on them and let me see,” Tucker pants out, drawing my eyes to the small screen of my phone. I wish it were bigger so I could see everything he’s doing, but what I can see is plenty and has me groaning as I follow his instructions. “Tell me more, Sebastian. I want it all before you come.”

“Jesus. Keep that up, and I’ll be spilling into my hand now,” I moan, my head falling forward as I squeeze my balls and slide my palm faster. “Yesterday, I couldn't stop myself from going further.” I look him in the eye and watch as his hand speeds up, his lip caught in his teeth. He likes it when I talk him through every part of my shower time sessions in detail. “This time, I had you against the wall, my cock between your ass cheeks. You have a really nice ass,” I admit with a breathless exhalation that makes him growl low in his throat. “Every thrust against you made me harder. You kept whimpering for me. Do you whimper, Tucker?”

“Only if you’re really good and tell me the rest. Then I’ll whimper for you, Big Daddy.”

I shuttle my fist faster and feel my release tingling down my spine and tightening my balls.

“I had my hands on your hips, pulling you against my cock, sliding between those cheeks as you whimpered and begged me to fuck you. With one shift, a new angle, I was pushing inside, and you felt like heaven. I didn't even get all the way in before I was coming because you squeezed the hell out of me. I had to grab your cock and make you feel as good as I felt. Now come for me because I’m about to lose it, and I want to see if I imagined your face correctly when you fell apart.”

“God fucking damn,” he groans, his hand slowing as his cock swells and cum spills over his fingers. Then he fucking whimpers, and I’m done.

“That’s it,” I growl, as pulse after pulse of cum hits my stomach and chest while I pant and stare at the screen where Tucker is slowly stroking out the last of his release.

His head falls back as his chest heaves. “That was incredible, and I’m spent. You did so good for me.”

Warmth fills me as I slowly resurface from my orgasm haze. “You look just as hot when you come as I imagined, and that whimpering was everything I wanted. Thanks for doing this with me.” I’m not sure if that’s the right protocol for ending a FaceTime mutual masturbation session, but surely it’s appropriate to thank the person who just made you come really hard.

“I should be the one thanking you for starting this.” He shakes his head with a look of wonder on his face. “Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine or expect this would ever happen.”

“I assume you don't mind me fantasizing about what I wanna do to you if that’s your reaction. Can I also assume you wouldn't mind taking it if I ever got you in my shower like that?” I ask hesitantly. I don't know how to ask someone if they’re a top or a bottom, especially a man like Tucker who’s usually so commanding and seems to like being in charge. But the way he turned to putty for me just by describing these fantasies to him has me wondering if I’d get to fulfill them.

“You have no idea.” He chuckles an amused sound. “There’s nothing I want more than to take it from someone like you.”

I smile at that confirmation. The earnest tone of his voice and the look he sends my way lights me up and makes me feel alive in a way nothing has in years. I would fight every enforcer in the league to keep him looking at me like that.

He inhales a deep, shuddering breath and gives me a soft smile. “Clean up and get some rest, Sebastian.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Tucker.”

“That you will,” he says before he shakes his head with a bewildered smile and ends the call.

Sixteen

Tucker

Rolling up to a preschool in a bougie part of Atlanta was not on my bingo card for the week, but here I am, parking my dusty-ass truck next to Sebastian’s white Porsche SUV in a lot full of other nice, dust-free cars. When I climb out of the truck, Sebastian gets out of his car and walks toward me.

He looks so good, his wet hair pushed back, highlighting his stunning, masculine face. He’s in dark jeans and a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It’s such a simple outfit, but he wears it so well, and here I am out of my mind thinking about his clothes of all things. I'd better catch these feelings before they’re catching flights of their own. It doesn't take much for me to trip down the steps of feeling way more than I should for a man, and after our call last night, I’m officially smitten. His dick is what dildos should be modeled after.

“Hey man,” I say, hoping for normalcy between us after sharing something incredibly intimate, especially his first time interacting with a man sexually. I couldn't believe it when he led us there, my heart racing with surprise, exhilaration, and anticipation. But I know it could just as easily be a source of shame for him now, so I want to play it cool.

“Hi,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels, not able to meet my eyes.

Oh. It’s going to be like that.

I’m determined not to let him get into his head about this. We can walk this back and not let what we did stand between our friendship. I’d give it all up so he’d still look at me with the same trust we had last weekend when he clung to me in his vulnerable state. I’ll take that over jacking off over FaceTime any day.

“Sebastian,” I begin, hoping to head off the awkwardness. “Nothing’s changed.”

“But last night…” Sebastian says, digging a hand into his hair and looking at the ground between our feet with red cheeks.

“We can forget it even happened,” I say immediately. I figured he’d have second thoughts and would be freaked out today. You don't go from being a straight man mourning your wife to jacking off with a dude over FaceTime and not be weirded out about it.

“It’s a little hard to forget something like that,” he deadpans, and I snort at the absurdity of it because even though I said we could forget it, I know I never will. “Besides, that’s not where I was going with this.”

“I just want you to be comfortable and not think our friendship has to change. I can control myself around you. It’s not like I’m going to expect anything like that ever again,” I tell him with complete honesty. A one-and-done was what I imagined it would be, anyway. I’m just glad I got to experience it once, and my whore heart is happy with that.