Page 66 of Lost on Ice
Gazing down at me, he asks, “Do I get a reward for doing so well?”
His husky tone makes me shiver, but I give him a teasing grin.
“If you want a reward, you’ll have to take it.”
“That so?” He reaches down and takes hold of my hair, yanking my head back. Leaning down until his lips are a breath from mine, he murmurs, “You gonna make me work for it?”
A gasp escapes my lips. “Yeah, I am.”
“Fucking tease.”
He kisses me then. Hard. It’s hungry and demanding and I whimper as he moves his lips over mine, commanding my submission.
I let him drag me to the edge of the bed and then gaze up at him when he straightens. Eyes locked with mine, he undoes his belt buckle, his movements slow and deliberate. He’s drawing this out, making it very clear who’s in control at this moment.
When he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, I lose my breath. Fuck, he’s so big and thick. I press my thighs together thinking about how he stretches me when he’s inside my pussy. He wraps his hand around the base of his shaft and cups the back of my head.
“Open that pretty little mouth,” he orders.
I lick my lips before parting them. With a low growl, he slips his cock into my mouth. I moan and he goes deeper, nearly reaching my throat and making me gag. Precum leaks out of the tip, the salty taste nearly making me feral.
“Use your tongue, baby.”
I press it to the underside of his shaft and drag it from side to side. He moans, and the sound makes me pulse between my legs.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls. “That’s good. Just like that.”
He begins to slowly pump his hips, sliding himself in and out of my mouth. He goes nice and slow at first, but I don’t want him to go slow. I dig my nails into the back of his thighs and take him all the way to my throat. When he feels me swallowing around him, he lets out a harsh breath and moves faster, harder. I gag, but that doesn’t stop either of us. I love the taste of him. The feel of his hands guiding me as he moves in and out of my mouth. Knowing how strong he is, yet how careful he is to keep it in check for me.
I’m so turned on, I slip a hand down the front of my shorts to touch myself.
“Are you wet?” he asks through gritted teeth. “Are you soaking your fingers, beautiful?”
I can only hum as I nod, which makes him groan.
“Oh, fuck! That’s perfect!”
He moves his hand down and grabs my shirt, yanking it up and exposing my breasts. As I continue to lick and suck him, he fondles my breasts and tweaks my nipples with his fingers. I squirm, but I can’t get away from him—not that I want to.
Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth. I whimper in protest, but he smirks down at me, his breathing heavy.
“I’m dangerously close to coming in your mouth,” he tells me in a rough voice. “And as hot as that idea is, I need to know just how wet you really are.”
Reaching down, he grabs me around my waist and pushes me back onto the bed. Before I can get my bearings, he’s yanking my shorts and panties down my legs and tossing them to the side. Then, holding my gaze, he shrugs out of his shirt and shoves his pants off. Naked, he crawls onto the bed, reminding me of a predator stalking his prey.
Grabbing my ankle, he pulls me under him and presses my legs apart.
“Mmmm, look at that.” He looks down at my glistening flesh, his gaze ravenous. “You’re soaked.”
I can feel a blush spreading over my cheeks. “Are you going to just keep staring at it or do something with it?”
His eyes flash up to mine. “You want me to do something, hmm? All right, I’ll do something.”
Lowering his head, he swipes his tongue along my folds and I throw back my head with a cry. God, how is he so good at this? He licks and kisses me forcefully, pinning my legs down so I can’t get away. Again, not that I’d want to.
Soon, I want more. I want him inside me, stretching me and filling me up until I can’t think straight anymore.
“Jake,” I moan. “I need you…”
