Page 48 of Ice Contact

“Yes, sir.”

I release my grip and focus back on the beautiful pussy before me. She moans again, my tongue teasing her sensitive clit.

“Fuck, Hayes, I’m…I’m close,” she whimpers, barely able to speak. I’ve noticed she has one little spot near her clit, and I unleash my tongue right on the target. She writhes against me, arching her back and screaming my name in ecstasy as she finds her release. I smile, letting out an almost villainous laugh, feeling a sense of accomplishment, like I just scored a game winning goal.I love making this woman feel good. The glow on her face is sexy as fuck. Her entire body shivers from the aftershocks of the mind-blowing orgasm I just gave her. Knowing I did that makes my heart, and my cock, swell.

“Hayes, oh my God. That was…. That was…..”

“Is Olivia Brooks at a loss for words? Why, I never thought I’d see the day,” I say as I place more kisses on her thighs.

She lets out a sigh, slumping against the couch. “It was fucking unbelievable. How are you so good at that?”

“You know my job is to anticipate other people. I have to feel, watch, and listen to what’s going on around me if I want any success on the ice. Luckily, I found a way to translate those skills into something that benefits us both.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to complain about that.” She looks down contemplatively, her gaze tracing my face before her eyes narrow, revealing a deep internal debate I’m desperate to be invited to.

“Hayes,” she says in a stern, commanding tone, “stand up.”

My eyebrows raise, but I remain on my knees.

She huffs, pushing half-heartedly against my shoulder. “Listen. I like it when you’re bossy. I like it alot. But you…you’ve unlocked something inside me,” she whispers in a declaration of new-found confidence. “I don’t feel like I need to be anything other than myself. You let me be whatever I want. You do so much to make me feel good; I want to make you feel good. I want to tellyouwhat to do. So…I’m going to ask you again, and this time you’re going to comply. Stand. The fuck. Up.”

Well, ho-ly shit.

I jump to my feet as fast as humanly possible, my heart beating in my throat. Olivia sits fully upright on the couch, grabs my ass and pulls me toward her. She slides my boxer briefs past my hips, letting them fall to the floor, my stiff dick springing free before her. She grabs my cock, gripping it like it’s a prize she’s won and ready to claim.

“I’ve been wanting to taste this for days. And you’re going to let me. And when you’re close, you are going to tell me.” Her eyes find mine, dark and full of promise. “I want you to come all over my tits. Do you understand?”

Holy fucking shit.What kind of alternate sex dimension have I fallen into?This woman is abso-fucking-lutely perfect. I tighten my jaw, raising my eyebrow at her confidently asking for what she wants.

“I understand.”

“Good,” she says, dragging her thumb through the bead of precum leaking from me. She stares up at me, licking my cock from bottom to top, a fiery heat spreading across my body with every stroke of her tongue. A rumble builds deep in my chest. I’m desperate to feel her lips fully around me. Desperate for my hardness to feel the heat of her mouth. Desperate for her. I take in a sharp breath as she places her soft lips on the headof my cock, teasing me with her lips pursed together. Finally, mercifully, she parts her lips to take me in, gripping my cock in her hand like it’s her goddamn microphone. Seeing her mouth wrapped around me sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head.I’m never going to be able to watch her sing into a mic the same way again.

Gently grasping her hair, I push her to take me deeper. I don’t know what kind of witchcraft she’s using but somehow, she’s licking the bottom ridge of my head at the same time she’s moving her mouth up and down me. “I’ve been imagining your lips around me for so long, siren, and you are better than I could have ever dreamed. You take my cock in your mouth so damn perfectly.”

She moans around my girth, her hand moving in a rhythmic motion and creating a wet suction pulling my cock into her mouth. I shiver at the unbelievable feeling of her teeth barely scraping my cock. Her other hand grips my balls, squeezing them with the fucking perfect amount of pressure as she takes my cock as far back into her mouth as she can, nearly choking on me.

I groan, my head tilting toward the ceiling as stars dance in my vision. I am barely holding on. I don’t know if there is an Olympic medal for giving a perfect blowjob, but she would be getting a perfect ten from Judge 22. “Fuck, the things you do to me. You’re gonna make me come.”

She pulls her mouth away with a quiet pop, and I immediately stroke my cock, feeling the instant withdrawal of her lips on me. Sitting on the couch, she grabs her tits, pushing them together, holding them out like a present she’s gift wrapped just for me.

She bats her eyes at me with a dirty smile on her face. “Fucking stroke your cock for me, Hayes. Watching you touchyourself like that, all for me, makes me so wet. So ready. So needy. I need your cum on me.Now.”

Fuck, if this woman being in control isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My hand may be on my cock, but she’s the one with me wrapped around her goddamn finger. My balls tighten, and my entire body tenses as I cry out, my hips thrusting and spilling my release over her bare chest as directed. Silence blankets us, our heavy breaths beating a steady rhythm as we both calm down from our high. This gorgeous woman continues to surprise me every day, and I can’t wait to be there for every new discovery she makes.

“Would you like to come to the game Saturday night? I know a guy with tickets.” I smirk as we finally sit down to breakfast.

She snorts as we enjoy a bite of the fucking best pie I’ve ever eaten.The only thing that tastes better than this is Olivia.“I would love to. But…is it weird if I come? I mean, I want to seeyou,for sure, and I guess it’s a big arena, so I hopefully wouldn’t see all the Riders staff I know.” She rubs her hands down her thighs as she scrunches her face. “I’m sure they have one of the backups lined up to sing. Ugh… this is all so weird now.”

“No pressure. I can imagine it would feel awkward. If it helps, I can get you tickets with the WAGs. Normally, they have tickets on the glass, but it’s Zack’s first game back this season, so they have a suite. Then you wouldn’t have to be so close to the ice.”

“The WAGs? As in wives and girlfriends? Does this mean I fall into that category now?” she asks, scrunching up her nose. I can’t help but smile, my heart calming at her look.

“I was thinking we could even go steady,” I joke. “Actually…wait here; I’ll be right back.”

Jumping up from the kitchen table, I grab a notepad and pen from the drawer with the apartment complex logo on it. Jotting down a note, I fold it in half and pass it across the table.

Olivia’s laughter fills the kitchen, a smile stretching ear to ear across her face as she opens the paper and picks up the pen to write her reply before sliding it back.

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