Page 64 of Ice

I look up at him, then sit, straddling his upper thighs as he stretches his legs out.

He turns his head away. His cheeks flush. “I don’t want to talk about the Prophecy.”

“She loves you. You have a bond none of the rest of us have.”

He still won’t look at me.

“I’ve seen the way she is with you, Sam. You’re one of us.”

“But it was meant to be Nico. The Original Six… I’m not…” He swallows hard, choking on his own disappointment.

“You are one of us.” I repeat the words, then turn his face to mine and kiss him deeply. “You are one of us.” I say them again, sliding my hands up his sides and easing his shirt over his head.

I keep repeating them as I kiss his neck and his jawline and his collar bones.

“Tanner.” His cock stirs beneath me, but guilt swirls around him in thick murky clouds.

“Nova likes seeing us together.” I meet his eyes. “It’s not disloyal. It’s a distraction. And we both need a distraction right now.”

Sam moistens his lower lip. “All right.”

I stare at his mouth, then hungrily tug his lower lip between my teeth and bite him. He inhales sharply, hesitates, then grabs my face with both hands and kisses me.

We have only been together, without Nova, a handful of times.

Each time, the idea of seeing the look on her face when I tell her about it afterwards makes me instantly hard.

I grind down onto Sam’s cock and he pulls my shirt off. He dips his head and trails more hungry kisses up my chest to my neck. I weave my fingers into his hair and jerk him closer, which makes him sigh heavily into my open mouth with an animalistic noise that sends electricity straight to my core.

“Stand up,” he says, reaching for my belt.

As I do, he pulls my pants down, taking my boxers with them, and frees my cock.

Then he uses his lips, his teeth, his mouth, to tease everything but my cock.

I’m aching for him to put me in his mouth.

Pre-cum gathers at my tip, and he swipes his tongue over it before, finally, allowing me inside his mouth.

Swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, he uses his other hand to gently tug my balls. I groan and brace one hand on the wall, and the other on his head.

Sam groans too, reaching down to unfasten his own pants.

I look down to see him thrusting his hand inside his black boxers and fisting his cock.

But when he frees me from his mouth, he whispers, “Turn around.”

I obey, positioning myself so my ass is in front of his face.

Leaving his own cock alone for a moment, he parts my cheeks and swipes his tongue over my tight hole. I start to touch myself. I want to speed up. I want to come, but I can’t. Not yet.

Spitting on my ass, Sam teases me with one finger.

I inhale sharply.

He has never fucked me before.

Without asking, I sink to the ground and lie on my back. Sam crawls on top of me and hooks my legs over his arms. He spits on me again, then teases me open further. Two fingers this time. Prepping me the way I prep him.