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“Just one minute,” I replied, opening the fridge, my mind racing as I came up with a plan right there on the spot. I murmured to myself as I reached for something toward the back, a small container of whipped cream I kept on the rare occasion I was having dessert at home. After that, I opened my freezer, grabbing a carton of vanilla ice cream, the dessert that was meant for the rare occasion itself.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Parker asked as he watched me set the whipped cream and ice cream down beside him. I didn’t immediately answer his question, my focus on opening each container, wondering if I had enough left for my spur-of-the-moment intentions. Thankfully, it looked like I’d been right about how rare I’d dipped into either one, both of them nearly filled to the brim.
Then, without saying a word, I dumped half of the cold whipped cream on Parker’s chest.
“Fuck! What the fuck!” He winced at the feel of it. “Oh, my God! Nicholas! That’s so fucking cold?—”
I shushed him with a deep kiss, cutting off his words at their source. Afterward, I dragged my tongue down his chest, stopping to lick the whipped cream off his nipples one at a time. My movements were deliberate and calculated, knowing the warmth of my tongue with the contrast of the whipped cream would cause a memorable sensation. A few seconds later and my theory was proved right, Parker’s moans soon filling the room.
“You like that?” I asked, my question low, my tongue soon returning to his skin.
“Yes, sir,” he answered, his cheeks burning red as he spoke. “I like that.”
“Good. I like it, too.” I offered him a small smile before I finished the job, making sure I’d licked him perfectly clean. I then reached for the ice cream container, licking a long stripe of it before swallowing it down. Parker watched, curious, as I casually repeated the motion back-to-back.
“Care to share?” he joked, his eyes glued to my body. “It must be really good if you’re wolfing it down like that.”
“I’m just trying to make sure it works.”
“Make sure what works?” Parker looked at the ice cream container before bringing his focus back to me. “Nicholas?—”
“Sir—”
“Sir, what are you talking about?”
“This,” I said, before I brought my mouth back down around Parker’s cock. I made sure to fit the whole length of him between my lips, guaranteeing he’d feel the coldness around every inch of his shaft. Parker’s eyes went wide as he stared down at me, his frame shivering under my touch.
“Oh, my—Fuck!” Parker whimpered, even as his cock grew harder against my tongue. “I can’t—I can’t?—”
I moved my mouth away from him, then, before nodding toward his hardened shaft. “Yes, you can, sweetheart. It looks like you’re actually quite the fan.”
“I don’t know,” Parker whined. “I think my cock might be wrong about this one.”
“I think you should listen to what it has to say.” I chuckled before taking a few more licks of ice cream. I then wrapped my lips around Parker’s shaft again, his cock throbbing even harder than the first time I’d sucked him off tonight. I felt Parker relaxing into it, or trying to, his body still slightly shivering from the cold, his hand resting against my hair as I moved up and down his shaft.
When I felt him getting close again, I moved my mouth away from him, replacing my lips with my hand. I steadily stroked his cock, as I looked over at him, watching the way pleasure moved across his face in small tics and the curves of his mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured.
“You’re always saying that,” he murmured right back. “You keep giving me compliments like that and you’re going to give me a complex.”
“I don’t think I can give you something that you already have.” I grinned. “You know you’re beautiful, Parker. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
“Nicholas—”
“Come for me,” I commanded, as I sped up my strokes against his cock, my palm moving up and down his shaft. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to see the look on your face.”
“I don’t know if I can,” he admitted, his voice small. “It feels so good but?—”
“Come for me, Parker,” I commanded again. “No excuses. You can do this. I know you can.”
“Yes, sir,” Parker whimpered, and I felt his cock stiffen against my palm. A few more strokes and his come was filling my fist, trails of it dripping against my fingertips.
And fuck.
He looked just as beautiful as always when he fell apart, his mouth open, his eyes half-lidded and his pupils entirely blown. He shuddered under me as he finished coming, his hands gripping tight onto either side of the kitchen island. I gently kissed his lower stomach as he recovered, his breaths shallow and quick before he slowly gazed up at the ceiling.
“Is that it? Are we done?” Parker asked, his fingers now letting go of the island. “Because I don’t know how much more of this that I can take in one night?—”