Page 35 of Chilled and Thrilled

Keeping my eyes on Bram’s, I lean forward and drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Taking my time, I leave wet, open-mouth kisses along his entire length, pausing only to swirl my tongue around his tip.

His gaze darkens as he watches me worship him, and when his hips lift—just slightly—off the couch, I’m the one who moans. It isn’t enough, though. I want to make him feel better than anyone has, to do things to him he thinks about forever. Until this point, he’s been blowing my mind. This is my chance to return the favor.

“Fuck.” Just one word, spat as though he was trying to hold it back but couldn’t help himself.

My pussy is sticky and throbbing as I grip him tighter, finally lowering my head until his thick tip bumps the back of my throat, making me gag. All this time, I’ve been watching Bram’s face, carefully cataloging his reactions to what I’m doing, filing it away for future reference. There’s no mistaking the flash of desire when I take more than I can handle.

So, I do it again, pushing myself past where I’m comfortable, until his cock is pressed right against the back of my throat. I gag and pull off him, panting as strings of saliva and pre-cum connect my lips to Bram’s dick.

God, I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on.

Diving back down, Bram’s voice rumbles above me. “Such a good girl, giving me this mouth whenever I want it.” His voice is low and throaty, and I bob my head up and down, gagging myself over and over again. “When we’re back atwork, are you going to crawl under my desk and take care of my cock, sweetheart? I’ll draw the blinds. Nobody has to know what a filthy girl you are.”

Considering the number of times I’ve had that exact fantasy, I would say the answer to that question is: oh, hell yes.

The words he’s saying to me are dirty and wrong and perfect. I’ve imagined this so many times, and as it turns out, I was right. Nothing turns me on more than being Bram Vogel’s personal plaything.

He sucks in an unsteady breath, hips lifting off the couch as I use my saliva as lube, jerking the base of him. “Shit, that’s so fucking good, Sophie. Keep going.”

The veins in his forearms are standing out with the effort it’s taking him not to grab my hair and fuck my mouth, and I’ve never resented my head injury more than I do at this moment. Panting and moaning around his length, I do as he says, being as good as I can for him.

A low curse comes from above my head. “Damnit, I’m close. Keep it on your tongue, sweetheart. I want to see my cum in that smart mouth.”

His words are raspy and strained, proof of the effect I’m having on him, and wetness spills over the lips of my pussy as—finally—Bram takes my face in his hands and pulls me down with a groan. His shaft throbs, and I choke as the first rope of salty cum coats the back of my throat.

There’s a lot, and it’s a struggle to do as he says. It’s worth it, though, when Bram’s hands finally relax and he allows me to sit back, opening my mouth obediently.

“Fuck, Soph.” He gazes at me, chest still rising and falling heavily as he reaches out to gather a drip of cum that’s run onto my chin and drags it over my bottom lip. “Next time it’s going all over your tits.”

My answering giggle is choked as I swallow. “I’m prettyoffended you think I would like something so depraved. Can we do it right now?”

“No, I had something else in mind.” He pats the place on the couch beside him, eyes glinting. “Take off your clothes and lie back for me.”

Zero convincing is required. So quickly that my head spins, I’m on my feet, shimmying out of the borrowed boxer briefs I’m wearing and tugging the T-shirt up. Bram’s couch probably cost more than my car, but he might have a point on this one, because it’s ridiculously comfortable. Scooting back, I let my head rest gingerly on a throw pillow, bare legs in his lap.

It feels deliciously wanton, being butt naked on Bram’s couch in the middle of the day. If this were any other time, I would be concerned about an unexpected visitor getting a free show through the front windows. Right now, however, with a thick carpet of snow covering the area where the driveway should be, and hours of uninterrupted time stretching before us…

He smirks, eyes bright and mischievous, and untidy hair sticking up in all directions. “We’re going to try something new.”

With no further explanation, he lifts my legs off his lap and gets up, moving toward the kitchen. I sit up to watch, and butterflies erupt in my belly at the sound of the freezer opening and closing. When he comes back around the counter, however, he doesn’t seem to have taken anything out of it.

“What were you doing?” I ask, biting my lip as he approaches the place where I’m spread out on the couch.

Bram merely hums, situating himself between my legs again and leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin just above my mound. “If it’s too much for you, tell me to stop.” His eyes meet mine, and my heart stalls at the wicked smilecurving his lips. “Close your eyes. If I see them open, there will be consequences.”

There’s no part of me that wants to deny him, and I can barely breathe as I obey, allowing my eyelids to drop.

Another kiss, this time on the protruding arch of my pelvic bone, and I instantly understand why people sometimes blindfold their partners. I feel everything. Bram’s stubble chafing against my exposed skin, the warmth of my own breath, and—“Bram!”

My squeal of surprise makes him chuckle, and though I’m expecting it this time, the sensation of ice trailing over my inner thigh is still intense.

An ice cube. That’s what he got from the freezer. A freaking ice cube.

“Stay still,” Bram mutters, and I throw my arm over my eyes to prevent myself from inadvertently opening them. He’s barely touched me with it, and already I’m shaking, my breaths coming fast and uneven. Temperature play was a box I checked on the app, but somehow I envisioned hot wax dripping onto my skin, not ice cubes circling my nipples.

Not that I’m complaining. It’s torture, yes, but I also feel awake. My whole body is humming with restless, needy energy, and now, I understand why Bram expected me to have trouble keeping my eyes closed.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. There’s nothing you won’t do for me, is there?”

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