Breaking The Ice Between Us
My hips jerked, cock twitching against my abs.
“That’s it,” he growled. “You’re taking my fingers so fucking well.”
My breath left me in broken, shaky bursts as I pressed back against him, matching the rhythm of his fingers with slow, needy rolls of my fucking hips.
I felt like I was losing my damn mind.
“Lube me up, Andrew,” Captain said, tossing me the lube. “Get my cock nice and slick so I can fuck you.”
It was a fucking miracle I didn’t come right then. And an even bigger one that my hands stayed steady as I squeezed out the lube. I leaned in, and slowly stroked my palm down the length of his hard dick.