Page 82 of Sweet Chaos
She winced. “I might have gotten carried away. Good thing I don’t have long nails.”
“I love the pain you give.” My mouth latched on to her neck and I sucked on it. She tilted it to the side for better access and I marked her skin before she came to her senses and realized what I was doing.
“Are you giving me hickeys?”
“I’m marking you.Mine. Just like this pussy.” I slid my hand between her thighs. “All mine.”
“But are you mine?”
“Nobody else gets to touch me. Only you.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
I kissed her on the lips and she swam away from me and got out of the pool then proceeded to torture me by drying off every inch of her skin with a beach towel. I watched her saunter over to a lounge chair before I got out of the water and carried my bucket of beer over to where she was sitting. Easy access. To the beer. And her.
Setting the bucket on the teak side table littered with all her Sharpies and paint markers that were all over the house, I sat on a lounger and reached for her waist, pulling her down on top of me, with her back against my chest. She rested the back of her head on my shoulder and let out a little sigh of contentment as my hands skimmed over her sun-warmed body. I kissed her neck just below her ear and felt the shiver go through her.
Scooping an ice cube out of the bucket, I trailed it down her chest and over her taut stomach, squeezing her nipple between the fingers of my other hand. “Mmm. That feels good,” she said.
“If you like that, you’re going to love this.” I hooked my hands under her knees and lifted, nudging her thighs apart so she was spread wide open. She rewarded me by grinding her ass against my erection while my hand ventured lower and slipped inside the waistband of her bikini bottoms.
I teased her clit with the ice cube, testing to see if she liked it. She arched her back and let out a little yelp.
“More?”
“More,” she breathed.
I slid the ice cube inside her warm pussy and she gasped. “Oh, my God.”
I pushed it in deeper with my fingers, my thumb rubbing her swollen clit in a circular motion. Her head fell back against my shoulder and she fucked my hand, grinding against it to chase her release.
I abruptly pulled my hand away. She needed to be tortured a bit longer.
“Stand up,” I commanded.
When it came to sex, she did exactly what she was told.Usually. Starlet was adventurous, up for anything, always ready to experiment and push her own limits. I spun her around and pulled her closer to me. Reaching for another ice cube, I put it in my mouth and gripped it between my teeth.
Hearing her breath hitch, I started at the column of her neck and slowly trailed the ice cube down, down, down. Running it over her nipples, between her breasts, barely covered by two white triangles. Water droplets trickled down her skin, goosebumps raising the blonde hairs on her arms. Lower and lower I went, wanting her to suffer through the sweetest torture until I was buried deep inside her, giving her an orgasm that would make her scream so loud the whole fucking neighborhood would hear it.
The ice cube melted from the heat of her skin, so I used my ice-cooled tongue to lick off the drops of water.
Hands, tongue, teeth all over her until I landed right between her legs. I slid her bikini bottoms to the side and my tongue delved inside her pussy, the one I’d claimed as mine. She tasted like sin and the sweetest temptation, and I devoured it, feasted on it like I’d been starving, and this was my favorite meal.
I knew she was close, but I didn’t want her to come until I was balls deep inside her. I stood up, grabbed her face in my hands and drove my tongue inside her warm, sweet mouth. Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and sucked on it, leaving her own mark on my skin as I carried her across the Moroccan tiles. We’d both be bruised purple tomorrow. I chuckled under my breath at the thought of it. I hadn’t sported a love bite since I was fifteen or sixteen and had wised up enough to warn girls that they didn’t get to touch me unless I said so.
“You’re going to pay for this,” I growled.
“Are you going to punish me?” she asked breathlessly.
“Mmm hmm.” Her back slammed against the rough stucco and I felt her smile against my lips before she sank her teeth into the bottom one.
“You’ve been calling the shots for too long,” she murmured, sucking on my bottom lip to ease the sting. “It’s my turn.”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked as she unwrapped her legs and slid to the ground, giving my chest a shove. I stumbled back a step, my hand over my heart but it was just for show. She rolled her eyes.
“Drop your shorts, Romeo.”
She sauntered over to the daybed on my Moroccan patio and plopped down on it, crooking her finger. I scrubbed my hand over my face to hide my laughter. She looked so adorable, actually believing that she was calling the shots, so I humored her. I dropped my shorts and stalked over to her, fisting my cock in my hand. “Where do you want it, baby? In your mouth? Or wait… you want me to fuck you up the ass, don’t you?”
