Ice Games (15 page)

And then he slid two fingers down the wet seam of my sex, parting my lips.

I cried out, arching against him. Oh god. That felt really good. I’d touched myself there before, of course—I was no stranger to masturbation. But having a guy touch me there? Totally different—and a thousand times more powerful.

“Ah, Christ, Zara. You’re wet as hell, baby.” His fingers stroked up and down my folds, teasing, and then circled the entrance of my sex before gliding upward to circle my clit. “Look at you, just dripping with need. So hot.”

I whimpered.

He pulled his fingers out of my panties and held them up, showing me the gleaming wetness coating his hand. “Beautiful.” And then he shocked me by putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. He groaned then. “Knew you’d taste amazing.”

“Ty,” I breathed, my breath getting raspy and harsh with excitement. I wriggled on his lap, utterly aware of the hard line of his sex pressing up against my backside. I wanted him to touch my pussy again. I wanted him to finger me more. I just…didn’t know how to ask for it. So I said, “Ty, please,” and clung to him.

“I think it’s time we head to my room,” he said abruptly. “You shouldn’t have your first time on the couch, and if we keep playing, I’m not going to be able to walk.”

“Oh.” I blushed, mentally picturing him over me on the couch. I kind of liked that image.

His hands gestured for me to get up off of his lap, so I did, feeling a little bereft. My arms crossed over my breasts protectively as I stood, waiting for him to lead the way.

Ty got to his feet, and he immediately turned me and drew me against him. “Don’t look so sad, Zara. We’re not even close to done.”

“I’m not sad—” I protested, but he shut me down with a hot, seeking kiss. I moaned against his mouth, my arms going around his neck. I could taste myself on his lips, and that was wildly erotic, as much as the press of his cock against my belly. My nipples grazed his t-shirt and I whimpered, even as the kiss deepened. He was such a good kisser—when his mouth was on mine, I forgot everything else.

He was also a distracting kisser. Before I knew it, we were at the doorway to his room and I pulled away in a daze, glancing around. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, and the blankets at the foot of his bed were crumpled into a pile. Typical guy.

“Sorry,” he told me. “Maybe we should have gone to your room.”

I thought of my mascara and tear-stained pillow that was totally wet from crying and probably a good bit of slobber, since that went hand-in-hand with sobbing. “Here’s fine,” I told him.

His hands immediately reached for my breasts again, tugging my nipples between his fingers, and I moaned again, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh. Ty…I…”

“You like that, Zara?” He continued to kiss me, hard, quick little kisses even as he played with my breasts, driving me wild. “Such a sexy, pretty little body. Love seeing you topless like this, with your hair everywhere.”

I gave him a dazed look, my fingers stroking his jaw, and then curling around his neck. “You do?”

“Yeah. Makes me think I’ll skip the list and go straight for the good stuff.” And he gave me a little push, moving me toward the bed. “Lay down.”

I fell back onto the bed breathlessly, my breasts bouncing as I thumped, and I noticed the gleam in his eyes as he watched them move. That gave me an entirely different kind of rush, and as I laid back, I stretched my arms over my head, arching my back so my breasts would point at the ceiling, little needy peaks of want.

This time, it was Ty that groaned. “You little minx. I need to taste those right now.”

I felt the bed sag as he climbed atop it, and he moved to my side, propping up on an elbow. With one big hand, he pulled me toward him, and he immediately planted his mouth onto the tip of one breast.

I sucked in a breath at the shock that rippled through me. Oh wow. “Ty,” I breathed. “Oh god.”

“I’ve got you,” he told me, lips moving against my nipple. He brushed his mouth back and forth against it, tickling me, and then gave it a long, slow lick that made my toes curl, and I got wet all over again. “Love these sweet little tits.”

My hands clenched and fluttered, and I wasn’t sure where to put them. I settled for putting my fists on his shoulders, wanting to somehow touch him but not distract him. I wanted him to keep going.

Luckily, Ty wasn’t about to stop. He cupped my breast and lifted it for his mouth to feast on, and I whimpered again when I felt his teeth graze over my nipple. He gave it a tiny nip, and then sucked away the jolt of pain, and then he moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention.

I moaned and clung to him, my hands digging into his shirt and fisting the material. I was going to stretch the hell out of it. I didn’t much care, either. This was incredible. I arched my back again, pressing my breasts against him, needing more.

“That’s my Zara,” he told me, voice muffled as his mouth continued to graze my flesh. His hand released my breast and began to trail down my belly, even as he continued to lean over me and nibble at my nipples, teasing them into stiff, aching peaks.

Then his hand slipped into my panties again, stroking through my slick flesh. He rubbed tiny circles against my clit with his finger, I arched against him again, whimpering as his fingers worked at my pussy, even as his mouth teased my breast.

My hips flexed, and I started to buck against his hand, unable to help myself. My orgasm was getting close, and we were still in the heavy petting stage. “Ty,” I moaned. “Ty, please…”

To my dismay, he pulled his hand out of my panties, and I let out a small whimper of protest. He lifted his head and grinned at me, and then leaned in to give me another furious kiss that had me panting for more. “Let’s get those panties off of you.”

At this point, he could have ripped them off with his teeth and I wouldn’t have cared. I needed him desperately, and my orgasm, which had been so close, was ebbing away fast. As he got up off the bed, I reached down and slid my panties off my legs, then shimmied them onto the floor with a kick of one leg. I was totally naked and on Ty Randall’s bed.

And he was still fully clothed.

I sat up on my elbows, blinking at him. “Are you going to undress?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good,” I told him. “I want to explore you, too.”

That made him pause, and he grinned even as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. “You want to check me out—all you have to do is say so. I am more than happy to oblige.” His hands went to the belt at the waist of his jeans, and he loosed it as I sat there, watching, rapt. Then the belt was unhooked, and he undid his zipper, and his jeans fell to the ground, presenting me with a pair of white boxer briefs that were stretched to the limit over his erection. The front of his shorts were wet in spots where the head of his cock had rubbed against them.

My mouth went dry. He looked…huge. Like, I knew things worked thanks to nature and Cinemax and all, but was it just me, or was Ty bigger than most guys? I had no comparisons to make, but he seemed rather large at the moment, and I was rather…not.

Then his boxer briefs went to the floor.

I stared. I couldn’t help it. I’d seen dick in movies and on the internet—who hasn’t? But seeing it up close and personal and waiting to go between my legs? Kinda put a different perspective on things. Ty was, well, hung. His cock was big and thick, and there was a large vein running along the underside down to his balls. The head was prominent and nearly dark purple. As I watched, a bead of pre-cum appeared and slid down the crown.

I licked my lips and glanced back up at him. His gaze was intently focused on me, though he wasn’t making a move toward me in the slightest.

“Well,” I said, tilting my head. “That’s…impressive.”

Ty chuckled. “I could get used to hearing that.”

“I’m surprised you don’t hear that a lot,” I admitted.

“Oh, I do. I just like hearing it from you.”

I frowned, because he’d just admitted that he’d had a lot of partners. God, no wonder he’d been all disappointed when he heard I was a virgin. Was I sucking at this? I chewed on my lower lip, concerned.

“I can tell what you’re thinking, Zara,” Ty said, and sat on the corner of the bed next to me. “You’re not good at hiding your expressions like you think you are.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You’re thinking that I’m hating that you’re a virgin, right?”

Damn. The man was psychic. “I just…don’t want to be bad at this.”

“You’re overthinking things. I guarantee you won’t be thinking about much when my mouth is on your pussy and you’re coming, okay?” He reached over and grabbed my hand, and I sat up on the bed, facing him. “You’re fine. You’re just nervous, and that’s to be expected.” He gestured at himself. “Now, you said you wanted to play, too?”

I did. I flexed my fingers and eyed him thoughtfully. I wanted to run my hands all over those muscles and bite them. Was that weird? I supposed I’d soon find out. I got up on my knees and put my hands on his shoulders again, and then slid to his arms. And I couldn’t help it, I squeezed them a little. “You’re big everywhere, Ty.”

“A man loves to hear flattery,” he said, grinning. He remained stock still as I touched him, though. Probably afraid that reaching for me would scare me off. Probably right.

I ran a hand down his arm, admiring it. The muscles in his biceps were incredibly well-defined, and even his forearms seemed strong—a thick vein tracing through his arm. There was a dusting of light hair on his lower arm leading to his hand, and I lightly ran my fingers along his skin. “No tattoos?”

“Nah. My managers wanted to give me a squeaky-clean image. No tatts, no piercings, no wild stuff, nothing.” He gave an ironic laugh. “Guess how that worked out for me.”

“Not well?” I said teasingly, and spread my fingers as I placed my hands flat against his pectorals. They were two well-defined flat muscles here, and I brushed my thumbs over his nipples, wondering if he was as sensitive there as I was.

His cock twitched in response. I guessed yes, he was.

I smoothed a hand down his belly. Utterly flat, without a bit of fat to him. There were little ridges for his six pack, though it wasn’t defined quite like a male model’s was. He was just strong and thick all over. Masculine. I decided I liked his chest better than a super-sculpted one.

My hands then went to his big, corded thighs, avoiding his cock…or saving it for last. I squeezed his thigh, and then raked my nails across it. I loved his big thighs. Loved how utterly strong he was. “Do you kickbox?”

“Most MMA fighters do, yeah. It’s a good discipline for leg offense.”

I nodded, sliding my hand over his thigh again. Then I leaned in and pressed my face to his neck, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, breathing in his scent. I wanted to bury myself against his skin, taste him, everything. I licked his shoulder and loved his groan of response. So I did it again, licking hard and then sucking at his skin, even as my nails raked down his thigh again.

I felt his cock jerk against my belly, felt the low groan in the back of his throat. And then I wanted to touch all of him. My hand slid downward, and I hesitantly touched his cock with my fingertips.

“That’s right, baby,” he encouraged, and his hand stroked my back. “Touch me.”

I grazed him again, and then grew bolder and wrapped my hand around his length. He was thick, my fingertips barely touching as I circled him. I squeezed, fascinated by the feel of him. His skin was velvety soft, and scorching hot, but underneath, he was rock hard. Fascinating…and delicious. I gave him a hesitant pump with my hand.

He groaned, his mouth seeking mine, and he claimed my mouth with a hard, possessive kiss that I loved. I moaned against his mouth, my fingers sliding over his cock again, tracing the head. Pre-cum was beaded there again, and I dragged my fingers through it, and then spread it around the crown in little circling motions.

Ty pushed against my hand, his hips flexing, and I felt him cup my breast again, rolling the nipple against his thumb over and over again. My moans became pants, and I gripped him tighter, stroking him again even as his mouth plundered mine. This was so incredibly erotic that I felt close to coming from simply touching him and having him play with my breast.

When I pumped a third time, though, his hand went to cover mine. “No, baby,” he told me in a soft voice, breaking our deep, intense kiss. “You’re going to make me come, and I want to be inside you for that.”

I nodded, leaning in for another kiss.