Page 30 of Cider
“Okay. You’re going to have to explain it a little more.” I placed my hands on my hips.
His sigh was annoyed. I pursed my lips about to say something bratty when he leaned down, swung me up over his left shoulder and started moving off the ice.
I squeaked. “Jack! Put me down!”
His answer was to squeeze my ass and his fingers dipped between the crack to rub at my pussy. Another squeak came out.
“My magic is the season. I am the season.” He stepped out of the rink and began moving toward what I assumed was the small building he worked in and lived.
I assumed because I was hanging upside down. I slapped Jack’s ass.
“I can walk!” I wiggled but he just squeezed my thigh.
“Yes, but I like you this way. Easy access.” He laughed at his own joke and I shook my head, smiling.
Soon, we were inside and I was flipped over his shoulder onto a bed.
“Oof!” My grunt was cut off by Jack’s lips. “Mmm!”
He didn’t give me a chance to look around. Honestly, I didn’t care.
Jack held himself above me as he kissed down along my shoulder. I pushed his shirt up, revealing his flat stomach.
“Sit up.” Jack moved back, kneeling in front of me. “Take your clothes off.”
My body moved at his command. My clothes were pushed to the floor before I could think. His gaze ignited my blood.
“Stop.” He leaned forward, his hands cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and index fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”
My fingers ran through his hair. When he pinched my nipples, I tightened my fingers, pulling the strands tightly.
“Can we do the pleasantries and lovey stuff later? I was promised bruises.”
Jack grinned. “Alright.”
His hands gripped my waist and I was on my hands and knees.
“Oh!” Another squeak that turned into a moan as he slapped my ass before his palm rubbed the area.
The bed shifted behind me. I looked over my shoulder and moaned. Jack was naked. His cock was wide, it would stretch me out. My thighs quivered at the thought.
What caught my attention were his tattoos. One on each hip that flowed up his ribs. His tattoos were snowflakes with a flurry of snow that wound upward. Then I noticed his left nipple was pierced.
Holy smokes. Jack was smoking hot. I wanted to trace the tattoos with my tongue.
“Jack.” I shook my ass. “Hurry up.”
He did that evil chuckle again and my pussy was raring to go. His hand ran up my back as his other held his cock as he lined up behind me.
“You’re so wet, baby.” Jack’s cock pressed into me slowly and I swear my eyes saw the inside of my brain.
As Jack moved inside of me, slowly, it was like a tornado within my chest. The mate bond went crazy as it settled. That hadn’t happened with the other two, but as soon as it solidified, Jack’s hips moved in hard thrusts that I ended up having to clutch the sides of the bed because I started sliding forward.
The pain of our skins slapping together was an aphrodisiac. I’d be getting those bruises he promised. At least for a few hours until my shifting healing abilities healed them. His hand smacked my other ass cheek and my head fell forward onto the single pillow on the bed as little gasps fell from my lips.
With my ass up, my face down, I felt more vulnerable than I had in years. Yet, as he continued to fuck me senseless, I knew I was desired and wanted.
My pussy wanted his cock to stay inside as he began to pull out all of the way before slamming into his hilt in teasing strokes. With the heat of his chest and the feel of his skin, as he leaned over my back, I lost myself to one of the biggest orgasms I’d experienced. My scream was muffled in the pillow as his hands tightened around my hips and his speed picked up before he followed shortly after.
