Page 65 of Temptation On Ice

“Did you put a TV in the puppy barn?” I ask incredulously.

Callum looks at me with disdain. “Uh, yes? How else are you going to entertain them during a thunderstorm? They need something to play the soothing dog video playlists I made. Don't worry, it was in the budget.” He wiggles his fingers like it’s nothing. “By the way, this is the kind of enthusiasm I expect when you see what I’ve done with the space. Nothing less will do.” He gestures at Enzo and gives me an expectant look.

“But for now, how about you and Sebastian go make dinner or something? We’ll keep Enzo busy for a bit if you want a little time together,” Cami says, her shit-eating grin huge as she takes the boy’s other hand and turns them away.

“Well, I guess they’re telling us we have some alone time to enjoy,” I say, as they walk back toward the barn with Enzo chattering about his favorite dogs.

Sebastian turns me toward the house and tugs on my arm. “Don't you fucking waste this gift. I need you badly.”

He drags me to the house, where he practically kicks down my front door in his haste to get the thing open. He has me against the wall of the entryway before it’s even shut. I’d laugh if I weren’t in as much of a hurry to get my hands on him.

His mouth is on mine with hot, needy kisses while his hands work at my belt buckle. I groan as he nips at my lips and licks into my mouth. I suck his tongue in and learn his taste all over, moaning at how indescribable it is to know he loves me. My hands roam over his broad shoulders as he unfastens my pants and shoves them down my thighs roughly. He gives my boxers the same treatment before he’s circling my aching cock with his rough palm.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I groan against him.

I’m a needy mess, arching into his hand, my head falling back against the wall with a hard thud. He fumbles with his pants, managing to get them down one-handed as he jacks me steadily, my hips moving with his rhythm. His cock slides against mine, and my body lights up like a Christmas tree from that little touch. I reach down and wrap his hand around both our cocks so we’re stroking together, the friction of skin sliding on skin, messy with precum, leaves us both gasping before my hand is falling away with a slap against the wall.

His lips leave mine to trail wet kisses through my beard to my ear, biting the lobe and moving down my neck. A shiver wracks my body, goosebumps lining every bit of exposed skin as his tongue traces to my pulse point, and he sucks hard, making me whimper.

Holy fuck, there are so many sensations assaulting me at once, I could die of pleasure.

I want him to feel as good as I do. I slide my palm down his chest, along the ridges of his incredible abs, and circle his straining dick, replacing his hand so we’re jerking each other. I flick my thumb over the head as I match his cadence, making him hiss and fall into me. He catches himself with one hand over my head as he pumps into my fist with a roll of his hips that has me thinking unholy things I want to act on very badly just as soon as we get through this delicious moment.

“You like that, Big Daddy?” I growl against his ear as we get lost in the frenzy of fucking each other’s fists. “You want to come with me right here like horny teenagers who can't keep their hands to themselves?”

He lets out a groan that rumbles against me as his hand moves faster. I squeeze him harder and twist my palm with each upward stroke to catch the mess of precum slicking the head of his cock. He feels so good in my hand, thick, hard, messy. Mine. I drop my other hand to his balls, rolling them in my palm and tugging with my upstroke.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chants, eyes riveted on our hands between us, furiously jacking in tandem. His cock pulses in my hand, becoming harder as he races closer to his finish. His descent toward pleasure is all I need to fall with him.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” I growl, barely holding on to coherent thought as my orgasm coils low in my belly, my entire core tensing, my dick throbbing with the need to release.

He explodes with a curse, cum spilling over my fingers and falling onto the floor below. I groan and follow, cum hitting my stomach as he strokes me through my release. Sebastian falls against me, our messy cocks and cum-soaked hands caught between his hard body and mine, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

He buries his face where my neck meets my shoulder and rubs his nose back and forth, breathing hard. It feels so good to have him leaning on me, trusting me to hold him up when he’s most relaxed and vulnerable. I close my eyes and breathe him in, relishing this moment of stillness when all is perfect.

“Fuck, that felt good,” Sebastian says, kissing my neck as he straightens up. He looks at the mess at our feet, then gives my cock one last pass over the sensitive head, swiping up the remaining cum. He brings his hand to his mouth and deliberately holds eye contact with me as he swipes the back of two fingers across his tongue, cleaning the mess off. If I hadn’t just come, I’d be dying to now. I’m not even fully soft, and I’m already thinking of going again.

“You have no idea,” I say, voice choked with desire and happiness.

This is it. This is how I'll die. I’ll forever be hard and needy for him, blowing my load until I’m dust. Forget work. I’m here to serve him.

“I need more of that,” he says, pulling up his pants. “That was the best fucking way to say hello.”

I let out a surprised laugh. “That was just the appetizer, City Boy. You get the main course later.”

He growls a pleased sound against me.

I follow his lead and pull my pants up, kissing him greedily before he pulls away. I take his hand and walk him into the kitchen, gesturing for him to take a seat while I grab some paper towels and cleaning spray to handle our homecoming mess in the hallway. It gives me some time and distance to clear my head.

When I get back, he’s leaning against the breakfast bar, arms crossed over his chest, looking like a fucking dream. But he has a reckoning coming his way, and I need to be strong, resist his temptation, and make him explain himself before I give in to any more of his clever distractions. I walk toward him, placing my hands on the island on either side of his hips, boxing him in as I give him a serious stare.

“We need to talk about some things,” I say, voice deep and level despite my racing heart.

His eyes widen momentarily with a guilty look, and I know he’s fully aware of what he needs to explain. He leans forward, intent on kissing me, but I pull back out of reach.

“Nah ah, you don't get to distract me from a serious conversation with your amazing fucking mouth. You said some very serious things about me to everyone except me. You just left me to spiral about it like it wasn't a huge fucking deal.”

I try to glare at him, but his big, dark puppy dog eyes are my fucking undoing. I have to bite my cheek to keep from folding like a wet cardboard box right into his strong arms that are uncoiling and wrapping around me. I manage to stand on my own without melting into him, but only barely.