Free His Just Desserts by Dakota Trace

groin was covered, he picked up the straight razor from the folded towel.
    Pressing down on the skin, he scraped the razor over the smattering of hair. A soft sigh filled the air. He paused to glance at his lover’s face. The total bliss he found surprised him. He hadn’t expected this response. Sean’s pleasure sent a shot of desire straight to his groin. He swallowed hard. “I’ve reheated what was left of the caramelized bananas. It’s going to look and taste delicious when I lick it and nibble it from your skin. Almost as amazing as the softened ice cream I took from the freezer.”
    Sean moaned softly. “Ah hell…you’re going to use me as a human bowl.”
    “And then I’m going fuck you ’til you come all over your stomach,” he promised working his way down Sean’s tight stomach. Dragging the razor across his taut abs, Isaiah efficiently removed the hair.
    “Son of bitch…yes.” Sean tugged at his bonds when Isaiah fisted his cock, moving it to the side so he could shave his groin.
    “Be still, Counselor. I don’t want to cut something important.”
    Sean stilled, an apology spilling from his lips. “Oh, gawd, I’m sorry. I won’t move, but don’t stop…please,” he gritted from between clenched teeth.
    Isaiah moved the razor around the base of his shaft. “I’m nearly done.” He looked up. “Just need to shave down below and rinse you off.” Rinsing the razor in the bowl of water, Isaiah cleaned the blade then returned to his work, his concentration on Sean’s delicious package. It would look great covered in Bananas Foster. He licked his lips again, scraping away the fine curls covering his lover’s scrotum. “We’re almost there.” He rinsed the razor one more time. “Now lift your legs. I need to get at that little asshole.” He helped Sean to expose the dark little rosette. He groaned when he saw the promised land. He was going to bury his prick in that tight hole. “Hold real still.”
    “Okay.” It came out as a groan, but Sean obeyed and held motionless.
    Once he finished shaving around one of the most vulnerable places on Sean’s body, Isaiah tossed the razor into the water. Taking one of the towels, Isaiah wet the corner with clean water from the teapot and wiped the residue from his lover’s groin. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and tongued the tightly furled entrance to Sean’s ass, allowing his goatee to brush over the inner curves. Despite loving the surprised cry escaping his lover, he reluctantly pulled back. He was getting ahead of himself. Coaxing Sean’s legs down, he washed away the rest of the hair and shaving cream. “There we go. All clean. Now to dirty it up again.”
    Sean gave a cross between a whimper and a moan when Isaiah molded the softened ice cream into a small ball with the spoons and placed it on Sean’s nipple. “So cold.”
    “Not for long, Counselor, I promise.” He repeated the process with the other nipple, until each was adorned with a small rounded ball of ice cream. “The next place is going to be more intense.”
    A loud moan ripped free of Sean. “Fuck no.”
    But he didn’t stop. If he thought for a moment his lover didn’t want it, he would’ve halted, but the subtle upward shift of Sean’s hips told him he was more than willing. Scattering several more bite-size mounds across the muscled torso, he reached a spot just above his navel. “Don’t move,” he warned, placing a small ball on the taut skin mere inches from where Sean’s engorged cock hung. He could only imagine what the coolness against his sensitive crown felt like. “Steady. I’m not done yet. One more.” He let the anticipation build then took a slightly larger scoop of ice cream and nestled it against the base of Sean’s shaft.
    “Oh my fucking God!” Sean jerked when the cold ball settled on his bare nuts.

 
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    “Shhh, we’re not done yet.” Using his forearms to press down on Sean’s thighs, Isaiah pinned