Page 102 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

The bedroom door opened.

"Rory?!" I pulled on the handcuffs, but the metal dug into my wrists. "Rory?" I heard the fridge open and a cabinet shut. What the hell is he doing?

A second later I heard the door close again. Something clinked against his nightstand. A glass maybe?

The bed sagged between my thighs. I spread my legs, hoping that he'd touch me. I wanted his tongue, his mouth, his fingers. Anything.

I could feel the warmth radiating off his body as he leaned over me, yet the only part of him touching me were his thighs, insuring that mine stayed spread wide. A second later, something freezing cold touched my nipple. I gasped and tried to move, but I was locked in place. Shit that's cold! I squirmed some more.

As he encircled my nipple, I felt the wetness. An ice cube. He continued to tease my nipple with the ice cube as my body got used to the sensation.

A moan escaped from my lips as the ice cube dipped between my breasts. Rory moved the ice cube to my other nipple, encircling it, making both my nipples harden in response.

He moved the ice cube back between my breasts and released it from his mouth. I felt it slide down my torso, stopping in my bellybutton. My whole body shivered as the ice cube began to melt.

The warmth of his tongue between my breasts was a welcome sensation and I moaned again. His tongue traced the path of the ice cube and lapped up the excess water in my bellybutton. He kissed my stomach before taking the ice cube back into his mouth and traveling lower.

God yes. I lifted my hips, but that just made him move even slower.

"Please, Rory," I panted.

He put the ice cube against my clit and I gasped again. I tried to move my arms. It was too cold.

He pressed his nose against my clit, giving me a short reprieve, before plunging the ice cube deep inside of me with his tongue.

Oh God.

The metal from the handcuffs dug into my skin as my whole body shivered. It seemed even colder inside of me. His tongue moved the ice cube around inside of me, deeper and deeper. It was too...amazing.

I tilted my head back. He was going to make me come. But right before I did, the ice cube and his tongue were gone.

"No. Rory, please don't stop. I'm so close." I almost wanted to cry. I felt desperate for his tongue to be back inside of me. I pulled on my restraints again. "Please," I begged.

His cold lips pressed against mine and I immediately opened my mouth. Instead of his tongue, he dropped the ice cube into my mouth.

"I know, Keira." He ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine.

The ice cube was oddly sweet. I realized that it was my own juices I was tasting. Why did that arouse m

e even more? At this point I felt like anything would arouse me.

"Open your mouth."

I immediately parted my lips, thinking that he was going to remove the ice cube. But instead, he thrust his cock into my mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned.

I wanted to please him so that he'd please me. I swirled the ice cube around his shaft and tighten my lips. My whole mouth felt cold as he began to guide his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. The groan that escaped from his lips just made me even hornier. And it made me want his cock even more. I bobbed my head.

After only a few minutes the ice cube had melted, but he continued to fuck my face. When his tip pressed against the back of my throat, I had no problem taking him in. The ice cube must have numbed my throat. I didn't gag at all as he thrust his whole cock into my mouth.

He grabbed a fist full of my hair and slammed his cock into the back of my throat again.

I felt his cock pulse slightly. Yes, he's going to come. I wanted his warm liquid down my throat. But as soon as the thought entered my head, he pulled his erection out of my mouth.

A second after he pulled his cock out of my mouth, I felt a splash of warmth on my breast.

Oh my God.

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