Ice Man (6 page)

Hot, silken breath caressed the moist tip. “I don’t want to argue with you.” Rowan’s eyes slid closed. “Especially with you.”

Emotion churned in his gut. He didn’t want to read expectation into the words, didn’t want to attach feelings to the physical act. But when Rowan’s velvet tongue slipped from between his lips and laved his cock head, his intentions melted along with his resistance.

He threaded his fingers through the cool, silken softness of Rowan’s hair. The gentle touch weaved a cocoon of intimacy around them. Rowan opened his mouth. Moist heat surrounded his cock. Opening wider, he took him deeper and sucked as he slowly pulled back. Brett groaned. Nothing had ever felt better. His balls tingled and his shaft pulsed. He focused on the euphoric pleasure of Rowan’s wondrous mouth. Rowan groaned and curled his tongue around the sensitive ridge then licked the slit.

Brett traced Rowan’s brows with his fingertips then curved a pattern along his whisker-rough cheek. Rowan cupped his sac and gently rolled his testicles.

With his jeans bunched at his knees, he felt too confined. But damn, Rowan’s mouth slid along his shaft again, each glide taking more of his length into the moist heat. Teeth grazed along the underside. Brett gasped and flinched.

Rowan jerked away. “Did I hurt you?”

No, but he suspected Rowan was a man who could if Brett allowed himself even the fantasy of something more than a sexual encounter. But he wouldn’t. If he was anything, it was determined. He’d made the decision not to get involved with anyone. Hence, the club and the anonymity.

The little voice inside laughed, mocking him.
He has your name and your phone number. And you are so fucking attracted to him, you were beating off in the kitchen sink and counting down the minutes to this moment. Then I nearly sabotaged my chance with him by pulling a jealous tantrum.

Did he want a chance? More than a chance. He’d rather lie to himself and remember this was just sex.

Brett awkwardly kicked off his shoes and finished removing his clothes. Finally he knelt naked in front of Rowan. He sipped Rowan’s lips then trailed kisses along his jaw. “You taste good here,” he whispered and flicked his tongue against Rowan’s earlobe. Then he laved the shell. Rowan’s head fell to the side, giving him more tantalizing flesh to kiss. To taste. To gently nip.

Rowan snapped up. “Don’t.”

Brett retreated a few inches. “Don’t what?”

His eyes wildly darted left then right. “Don’t bite me.”

“Not a problem. I wouldn’t have bitten hard, just nips.”

Rowan refocused on Brett. “I’m sorry.” He grasped his head and pulled him into a kiss, a desperate exchange. He latched onto his mouth, clutched his shoulders and kissed him deeply. Tongues, hands and something more.

He didn’t know what Rowan had been through in the past but he recognized vulnerability. They both carried heavy baggage into this room. Brett applied pressure to Rowan’s chest and he reclined on the chaise. Brett climbed over his body. Together they could leave some behind.

Leveraging higher, he braced on his knees and arms. “I’m going to need some help getting you out of your pants.” He slid from the chaise.

Rowan chuckled—a subtle seduction, dark and full of promise. He stood, unsnapped the fly and peeled the tight leather over his hips and down his legs.

Without the confines of the pants, his cock unfurled, thick, long and straight. His balls were tight—and hairless. Swollen veins streaked along the shaft. The cock head was dark in color and pearly juices seeped from the slit. Everything about him was hard and masculine.

Brett swallowed, taking in all of his naked beauty. “Interesting,” he said in reference to Rowan’s hairless groin. “I like it.” All he wore was the chain harness. He glanced toward the rock waterfall then stalked closer. “I don’t want anything between us.” A quick flick and he had the hooks unlinked. The chains dropped to the floor with a clatter.

“Nothing between us.” Rowan placed his hand over Brett’s thundering heart.

“Not even secrets.” Where the hell had that come from? Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his back.

Rowan paused. “We all have secrets. Some we can’t share.”

“I don’t know why I said it.” He wanted tonight to be about pleasure and nothing else. He needed to remember those were his requirements. Not giving off mixed signals just because he was mixed up inside.

Rowan crossed the room and turned on the waterfall. Brett shut off the lights. A muted glow filtered through the one-way mirror. Brett’s palms sweated and his skin felt electrified. Steam rose from the floor and misted up around Rowan’s legs as he stood beneath the spray. Water sluiced over his taut form. Lifting his arms, he ran his fingers through his dripping-wet hair. Biceps bulged and his washboard abs rippled with movement.

“I’m waiting for you to join me.” He held a condom in his hand.

His wait was over. Brett stepped into the enclosure. Instantly they were in each other’s arms. Hands glided over wet, slicked skin. Cock crushed against cock. Mouths fused and moans of pleasure rent the air.

Rowan parted and ripped the condom wrapper open. A hunger Brett had never experienced before tore through his gut. In his past and in his usual fantasies, he mounted his lovers. More than his next breath, he wanted Rowan filling his body.

Lifting his eyes from the task of stretching rubber over his beautiful erection, Rowan asked the silent question.

“However you want me,” was Brett’s reply.

Brett leaned against the wall, the rocks biting into his flesh and the heated water soothing the sting. Rowan kissed him, slicing a leg between Brett’s thighs. He widened his stance. Rowan had one hand on the wall, and one hand stroking Brett’s cock, feeling the length, then he reached beneath to fondle his balls. Water poured over their heads. Droplets clung to Rowan’s lashes as he blinked, staring into Brett’s eyes. Bending his knees, he inched his finger farther back, caressing the thick vein beneath the sac.

Brett groaned, finding Rowan’s cock and grasping onto the base. Rowan slipped his middle finger into Brett’s anus to the first knuckle.

“Oh fuck.” Brett grabbed his wrist and forced him farther in.

“You’re so tight.” He carefully worked his finger in and out until muscles relaxed. Then he eased in a second finger.

Brett hissed and clenched his hole. “God, I’m going to come off your fingers.” He thrust his hips against the water, trying to rub against Rowan’s hip.

“Hold onto my shoulders.” Rowan pulled his fingers free. Brett gripped his shoulders, his nails digging into the firm muscle. “Put your foot on the edge of the rock wall.” He did. The position opened him wider, giving Rowan unfettered access to Brett’s ass.

“Fuck me. I need your cock.”

“Breathe. I’ll go slow but you’re tight.”

“I don’t care.” Fire licked his balls and he felt the burn everywhere. Like a fever that only sex could cool.

“No, I won’t hurt you.” Rowan sealed their mouths as he fit the knob of his dick to Brett’s hole. “Would never hurt you.” He inched forward, barely breaching his body.

Brett gasped and clutched tighter to Rowan. Chest against chest. Mouths meshed. His ass resisted. Muscles tightened. He inhaled and released the exhale slowly.

“Ah, you feel so good.” Rowan continued the slow glide into his body. The fullness bordered on pain but the hurt felt so good. Pre-cum dripped from his cock blending with the water. He closed his eyes and focused on the connection. Rowan’s muscles bunched beneath his fingertips, revealing the tight control he kept on his movements. Rearing back, he then slid a few inches deeper. Finally, he buried the length of his cock to the root in Brett’s ass.

The rim relaxed. Rowan eased out and thrust in. With each stroke he lengthened the slide, stretching the pleasure for both of them.

Uncurling his fingers from Rowan’s flesh, Brett soothed his hands over him. Smooth, strong and sexy. Without guilt, he enjoyed the pleasure Rowan rained over his body. Kisses, touches and unbelievable sex. His hole squeezed along Rowan’s rod as he continued the rhythmic plunges. He laughed aloud, overwhelmed with emotion.

Rowan smiled. “It’s supposed to feel good but I’m not sure my cock is supposed to tickle.”

“Your cock is amazing. Don’t stop.”

Rowan wrapped a palm beneath Brett’s thigh and lifted his leg higher.

“Oh shit.” The new angle of penetration grazed a pleasure spot. Shallow breaths matched the rapid thrusts of Rowan’s hips driving his shaft in and out. Harder. Deeper.

Rowan stretched his neck, shouted toward the ceiling and came. Brett felt each contracting pulse in his rectum. He grabbed his dick. His balls tightened and pressure built in his groin. His orgasm was rushing toward him. His mind spun. Endorphins flooded his body.

Rowan ripped from his hole and dropped to his knees. Water splashed onto his upturned face. His eyes slid closed and he swallowed Brett’s cock. The hot wet suction spiraled Brett over the edge. Every muscle tightened. Then he exploded. His abdominals crunched, pitching him forward. He braced his outstretched arms against Rowan’s shoulders where he knelt before him, still sucking his cock, taking him to an orgasmic plane where he couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only feel.

Chapter Four

Brett reclined on the chaise with Rowan curled between his legs. He absently combed his fingers through Rowan’s hair, absorbing the weight of his torso snuggled against his chest. His body was replete both in pleasures of the flesh and mind. It hadn’t just been about reaching orgasm. Fuck, he did that at least twice a day. Sappy love was for pussies and women who read romance novels. Real men weren’t supposed to feel like that. But he did.

“When can I see you again?”

Rowan’s voice stirred him from his reverie. “Whenever.”

“That’s not specific enough for me.” Rowan rotated to his side.

Brett traced his lips. “I work a lot of nights. This week I’m in negotiations with a Chinese investment firm.” He’d also made the decision not to bring men into his personal space, his home. “A few days at least.” He scooted lower as Rowan inched higher, lying on top of him. “You have my phone number.”

“So you don’t care if I call again?” He pressed a brief kiss to his lips.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“Will you talk dirty to me?”

Brett’s cock began to swell. “Absolutely. I’ll tell you how your cock will feel soft and slick against my tongue and how much I want to taste the salty flavor of your cum.”

“You’ll suck my dick, make me come and swallow my cream?”

“Every drop. Then with restraints like these,” he fingered the straps of the chaise, “I’ll bind you to my bed and fuck your ass until you scream my name.”
Until you forget you have another lover.

“I’m having a hard time,” Rowan ground his erection into Brett’s pelvis, “picturing how my cock will look sliding into your mouth.”

“You need a visual?”

Rowan sat and leaned against the backrest. He stretched his arm along the edge and flexed his cock. “He’s ready.”

Brett grinned, grabbed one of the tethers and wound it around Rowan’s forearm. He reached around to the right and tied his other arm. “No touching.”

Rowan tugged the straps. “Couldn’t if I tried.” He flexed his muscles and the leather tightened on his arms.

“You’re at my mercy.” Brett leaned over his lap. “I can do what I want and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

A chuckle rolled from his chest. “I’ll beg.” Laughter ceased as Brett closed his mouth over the head of Rowan’s cock. His eyes slid closed.

Good hell, the man tasted as good as he smelled. He laved his tongue over the apex, pressed into the slit and lapped at the pearly cream. While Brett sucked and savored the silken smooth length, Rowan moaned his enjoyment.

Brett released him, shifted to the floor and knelt between his thighs. He stroked the taut skin, sliding it over the solidness beneath. His fingers trembled and his heart pounded. His own cock throbbed, erect and aching. He closed his eyes, licked and tasted. He moved his mouth over Rowan’s shaft, his balls, and spread his legs wider in order to lash his tongue over his hot hole. Rowan’s skin, hairless and smooth, felt like satin in his mouth.

“Yes, more. Keep me in your mouth.” Rowan’s whispers about how good it felt set Brett on fire.

With each subtle flex of muscle, each whimper and groan, he learned what pleasured Rowan. With each pump of his fist and every time he rolled his lips along the length, Brett realized he was in trouble. This felt too good, too right to walk away after one night.

Rowan stretched out his left leg and tightened his buttocks. His dick lengthened and hardened even more.

Strain curled his lips back in a snarl. Teeth clenched. The leather straps pulled taut as he fought against the pleasure. “I’m going to come.”

Brett knew. The pressure was building in Rowan’s tightening sac. Cream seeped from the slit. He shifted his angle so Rowan could watch his mouth sliding up and down his cock.
Remember this the next time you’re with Tac.

Rowan bucked and cried out. Hot ribbons of cum jetted from the tip of his cock, bathing Brett’s tongue in decadent cream. Salty and musky. His unique flavor was more than satisfying. He’d made him come, but during the encounter, something changed within him. For the first time, he could see their encounters happening outside the club.