Page 62 of Thin Ice

He moved. Back against the wood, legs stretched out. I moved up, his dick was wet from my mouth, hard, flushed dark. I looked at it and then looked at him.

"I want you to come in my mouth just like the other night," I said.

His chest was heaving. His hands found the sides of my face.

"Say that again."

"I want your cum in my mouth, Liam. Every drop."

"Fuck." His voice cracked.

He guided me down. I took him in, all of him, slow, and his head dropped back against the headboard. His hands went into my hair and I found the rhythm. Deep, steady, my tongue pressed flat, my hand tight on the base. I could taste myself on him from earlier, mixed with his sweat, and I sucked him like I was starving for it.

"That's so good," he said. "Just like that. Don't stop."

"You like watching me?" I pulled off just long enough to look up at him, his dick resting against my lips.

"You have no idea." His thumb traced my lower lip. "Put your mouth back on my dick."

I did. Deeper. He groaned and his hand fisted in my hair and I felt him start to thrust, short pushes into my mouth that he couldn't control, and I opened my throat and took them.

I was so hard it hurt. My free hand found my own dick, and I started stroking in time with my mouth on him. Tasting him and touching myself. Every wall gone.

"You look so good with my dick in your mouth," he said. Low. "Fucking perfect."

I moaned around him. Stroked faster. My knees ached on the mattress and I didn't care. His hips were moving now, steady, fucking my mouth, and I let him. Wanted him to. Wanted him to use me until he couldn't hold it anymore.

His thighs tensed. His hand tightened in my hair.

"I'm close," he said. "Alex. Fuck. I'm close."

I pulled back to just the tip. Stroked him fast. Looked up.

"Give it to me," I said. "I want to taste it. Please."

"Jesus."

"Please, Liam. Cum in my mouth." I licked across the head slow. "I want it. I'm begging you."

He broke.

The first pulse hit my tongue hot and thick and I held my mouth open and took it. His hand gripped the back of my neck and his hips thrust up, and I licked across the head while he came, spilling over my lips, and I swallowed and kept licking. Chasing every drop while his body went rigid and the sounds coming out of him were barely human.

"Good boy," he said. Barely a whisper. "Take all of it."

Those words. His cum on my tongue and his hand in my hair and good boy hitting me in just the right place.

I came. Hard. Onto the sheets between his legs, my whole body clenching, my mouth still on him. And in a moment, I collapsed down, my head on his theigh, cum on my cheek. It was everything I wanted from Liam, and he always gave it to me.

I don't know how long we stayed. My head on his thigh. His hand in my hair, moving slow. The room smelled like sex.

"Alex."

"Yeah."

"Merry Christmas."

I laughed against his skin. Tasted him on my lips.