All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Jamie sat across from Spencer in the softly lit coffee shop, nursing his oat milk latte and telling himself this was going well.Spencer was good-looking in an approachable, low-pressure way. An easy smile that reached his hazel eyes when he talked about his environmental science classes and the ridiculous group project he was stuck with. He was enthusiastic without being overwhelming, funny in a way, and he listened when Jamie spoke. There was no magic spark, no butterflies exploding in his stomach, but that was okay. It wasn’t fair to compare Spencer to Max. What Jamie felt for Max wasn’t normal. It wasn’t realistic. It was the kind of naive, all-consuming attachment to his first real crush that was guaranteed to get him hurt.Spencer was safe. Spencer was the kind of guy Jamie could imagine fumbling through sex with without dying of embarrassment afterward. If it was bad, Spencer probably wouldn’t make him feel small. If Spencer never called again, Jamie wouldn’t feel like the wor

Jamie’s brain had short-circuited somewhere around the moment Max dropped to his knees.Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.The mantra looped uselessly in his head as Max’s mouth sank down on him again, hot and wet and impossibly deep. Max wasn’t being careful or tentative. He took Jamie in slow, deliberate inches until his nose brushed the dark hair at Jamie’s base, throat working around him like it was nothing. The tight heat, the soft flutter of Max’s tongue along the underside, the low, satisfied hum vibrating straight through Jamie’s cock, it was too much. Way too much.Jamie’s hands flew to Max’s hair, gripping like he might fall off the dresser if he let go. “Max— you don’t have to— oh my god—”Max pulled off with a wet sound, lips shiny, eyes dark as he looked up at Jamie. “You don’t like it?”Jamie’s face burned. “I— it feels n-nice— but— you’re going to choke—”Max smiled, slow and wicked, and sank back down without another word. This time he went harder, sucking w

Max pushed in slowly, the tip breaching him with careful pressure. Jamie gasped sharply, hands flying up to clutch Max’s shoulders. The stretch was immediate and intense, a deep, burning fullness that made his breath hitch in his throat. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was so much, so foreign, the feeling of something thick and hot slowly pushing inside him. Oh my god, this is really happening. He’s inside me. That’s Max’s cock.Max stilled, forehead dropping to rest against Jamie’s, breathing ragged. “Fuck… Jamie,” he whispered, voice rough. “You’re so tight. Just breathe, I’ve got you.”Jamie tried. He sucked in a shaky breath, but every tiny shift of Max’s hips sent sparks racing up his spine. The burn was intense, bordering on too much, yet underneath it was a strange, delicious fullness that made his toes curl and his cock twitch against his stomach.Max pressed forward another careful inch. Jamie whimpered, thighs trembling where they bracketed Max’s hips. “M-Max… it’s— it’s

Jamie was dragged out of sleep by a persistent, annoying buzzing sound.It was warm. So warm he fought to stay half-asleep, burrowing deeper into the heavy arm draped over his waist and the solid chest pressed against his back. But the buzzing eventually won. He shifted groggily reaching for his phone, but the moment he moved, something thick and hard poked firmly against his ass.Jamie froze.Max was behind him. Completely naked. Morning wood nestled hot and heavy between his cheeks, one strong arm wrapped around his waist, palm resting low on his stomach.Oh my god.Memories from last night crashed over him in a rush: Max’s mouth on him, Max inside him, the way he’d cum while Max was still buried deep. Heat flooded his face. He’d just had sex for the first time. With Max. He tried to slip away quietly to grab the phone, but the movement only made Max’s hand slide lower, palm dragging down until it cupped his already half-hard cock.Jamie stifled a horrified sound and sat up quickl

Max dropped him at the front of the arts building with one last lingering look and a quiet, “Text me if you need anything.” Jamie had barely managed a nod before bolting inside, cheeks still burning from the memory of his parents cheerfully inviting his… whatever Max was… to breakfast.Ava was already in their usual seats in Intro to Media Ethics, notebook open, color-coded tabs ready. She didn’t even glance up when Jamie slid into the window seat beside her, which was a small mercy. He wasn’t sure he could survive her noticing the faint hickey just under his collar or the way he was walking like he’d been thoroughly fucked six hours ago.Professor Lang was already droning about ethical boundaries in embedded reporting. Jamie tried to focus. He really did. But every time he blinked, last night flashed behind his eyes like a dirty film reel.The wet heat of Max’s tongue.The slow, relentless push of Max’s cock stretching him open, that deep, burning fullness that had made Jamie sob i