Glory Troll (Fangs on Ice)

24. Twenty-four

Twenty-four

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H e froze, his fingers momentarily squeezing my dick so tightly it was bordering on painful.

“I have never topped,” Ollie breathed against my back, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. His apprehension was tangible in the sliver of air between our bodies. “For all I know, I suck at it. Don’t say it,” he giggled, pressing his face between the strands of muscle running down on either side of my spine.

“What was I about to say?” I gasped when he gave me another slow stroke, his thumb teasing my head in a way that made my knees go weak.

“Something about my ability to suck on it.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, remembering how good he was with his tongue and how beautiful it felt when I was buried in his wet, hot mouth. “You are great at it. And it’s okay, ?lskling. You don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t.” Ollie’s other arm came around and he hugged himself to me. “But I want to.”