Misconduct (Hot Ice series Book 6) (18 page)

Damn, I was glad he thought so. That had been my first and
only attempt at fucking a guy with a strap-on. But it seemed I was about to get
another chance, so I took the pantyshaped contraption from his hands and
stepped into it.

It took a minute to adjust the straps to my size, but when I
was satisfied with the fit I gripped my cock and looked at the man I was about
to service.

“You want my dick?” I asked, rubbing it up and down, root to
tip, and grinning devilishly.

“I want everything about you.” His cheeks were flushed, his
shoulder muscles tense. He was staring at the strap-on.

“Good. You’ve got me.” I smiled. “But do you also have
lube?”

“Sure.” He rushed to the drawer and pulled out a
blue-and-white tube. I couldn’t resist staring at his tight butt.

“Here you go.” He walked back up to me.

“Thanks, oh…oh…” I caught my breath. There was a deliciously
firm pressure on my clit.

“Feel that?” he asked, pressing the panties against my
mound.

“Damn it, yes.” I struggled not to let my eyes roll back in
their sockets and held on to him for support. What Dustin was doing was
generating pressure on the perfect point.

“This strap-on is designed for her pleasure too. There’s a
clit stimulator just here. When you get going it will make you come.” He lifted
his hand and the sensation eased.

“Mmm, I’m liking that plan.” The weight of the cock and the
sexy strapping combined with the wickedly positioned stimulator would have me
flying, not to mention the thought of what I was about to do to Dustin again.

He kissed me, massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples.

I explored his body, reminding myself of muscles and dents
and contours that I already knew so well but always wanted to know better.

He groaned when I ran my hands down the gutter of his spine
and onto his butt. I squeezed and explored as I let my rigid cock press against
his. Everything about Dustin was hard and toned, his skin was firm and his body
hair coarse. Yet despite this he had a delicate center. A heart that had been
broken and a future that had once upon a time been shattered. But that was all
changed now. Now
I
was his future. I’d mended his broken heart, so he’d
told me, and I was about to fuck him into a place where only pleasure existed,
pleasure that I was in control of.

“Turn around,” I said a little sternly because I knew he’d
like that. “And lean over the end of the bed. I want to see your ass.”

His eyes flashed and, with his lips wet from our kiss, he
pulled in a deep breath. Much as Dustin liked to take control, I’d discovered
more and more that he also liked being told what to do. It seemed he could
shift the power and was willing to be obedient. Not submissive, I didn’t think
he’d ever be that, but certainly he wasn’t opposed to doing as I instructed
when it came to the bedroom. I’d tried it out with verbal instruction and
shoving him into positions I wanted more than a few times.

“Yes ma’am,” he said gruffly and moved away from me.

The sleigh bed had a wonderful smooth and rounded leather
footer that I hoped would be the perfect height for Dustin to bend over and
give me access to his ass.

“Sweet cheeks,” he said, before he went double, “be gentle
with me. You’ve got a big cock there.”

“You can take it,” I said.

He hesitated. A flash of uncertainty crossed his face.

“But of course I’ll be gentle. I love you, this is only
about pleasure.”

His nostrils flared as he ran his gaze down my body. “Fuck,
I could come just looking at you like that.”

“You’ll come soon enough.” I lubed up my shaft and stepped
up behind him, out of his view. For a moment I just stared at the acres of
golden flesh on his back and the buried ridges of his vertebrae. He truly was
exquisite. And I’d been right; the bed was perfect height for me to fuck him.

I let the head of my cock touch his buttocks and reached
around to stroke his erection. I was gentle, featherlike, because the shiver
that ghosted up his spine told me he was near the edge.

“You’ve got a hot ass,” I said, releasing his cock and
stroking over the globes of his buttocks with both hands, stretching them apart
and giving them a good squeeze. “It would be a sin for it never to be fucked.”

“Just by you,” he said.

“Just by me, yes.” I stroked down the cleft to the shadowed
gulley holding my destination. “This will be cold.” I quickly applied more lube
to my fingertips and then stroked it over the tight pucker of his anus.

He groaned, shifted away and then back toward me.

“Shh,” I said, “keep still.”

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“You okay?” I lifted my hand from him.

“Yeah, it’s just…”

“What?”

“This is so hot. But…”

“What?” Shit, was I doing something wrong? I’d barely gotten
started. “Tell me.”

“Remember before, you slapped me.”

“Yes, you had a hand print on your ass for hours.”

He paused. “Do it again.”

Fuck, really? Damn, he took everything to extremes, but I
knew that now. “Once or more than once?”

“As much as you want.”

I didn’t need asking twice. I wanted to see my mark on him.
Stake my claim, announce my ownership. I brought my hand down in a stinging
whack onto his right buttock.

He jerked and groaned, his body stiffening and then relaxing
as the burn spread.

I attacked the other one. My own ass was tingling and my
pussy trembling. I couldn’t imagine I could really hurt him, but his second
groan told me he’d enjoyed the sensation.

“More of that in a minute,” I said, “now it’s time for
this.” I placed the head of my cock at his asshole. I had to separate his
cheeks to see where I was going but once I had purchase I gripped his hips.

I’d never have thought in a million years that the big bad
goaltender for the Vipers would bend over for me, but he had, he was. Already
my clit was humming and my heart racing. This was our time.

“Relax,” I murmured, “let me in.” I pushed forward, a gentle
glide that seated the dildo almost halfway.

“Ah, fucking hell,” he groaned, arching his back and
reaching for his cock. “Jesus.”

“You want me to stop?” I was breathless with excitement, yet
worried it wasn’t doing it for him. The last thing I wanted was to cause him
pain.

“No, no way, fuck, give it to me. You know what I want.”

He was jerking off, his right shoulder shifting as he saw to
the need in his cock.

I gripped his hips tighter and slid to full depth, watching
the lube collect and spread around his hole and onto the root of my cock. When
I hit the max he moaned long and loud. My clit got a wedge of pressure against
it and I rolled my hips into the sensation.

“Are you okay?” I asked breathlessly.

“Jesus, that’s so much,” he said. “But, yeah, fuck, fucking
fuck me.”

I spanked his ass, twice, for telling me what to do when I
was supposed to be in control. But then urgency overtook me and I pulled almost
out and smoothed back in. Damn, it felt amazing. It looked amazing. He was
writhing for more, pinking up where I’d hit him and taking the big, dark dildo
so well.

“Tell me how you feel?” I demanded as I withdrew. “Tell me.”

“Yours, I feel like I’m yours, only yours. You have me.”

“I have and you’re loving it.” I pushed back in.

He panted as I hit full depth and then I gave another shunt,
as though I couldn’t get deep enough. The reward on my clit had my head
dropping back and my eyes shutting. “Ah, yeah.”

“Yes, I’m loving it,” he said, “I love you.”

I pulled back, thwacked his ass and drove home again, faster
this time. “And I love you.”

“Ah, ah, I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, me too.” I was pounding him now, a rampant rhythm
that hit all of his hot spots and all of mine. Despite being so little next to
him I felt so powerful and that was an aphrodisiac all in itself, but with that
power came responsibility and although I would have loved to let go and forget
all sense, I maintained a smidgen of control as an orgasm rushed through me,
weakening my knees and stealing my breath. I had to hold him all the tighter
just to stay upright.

“Come,” I managed as bliss pulsed through my wet pussy.
“Come now, for me.”

A deep guttural groan burst up from his chest and then was
buried in the covers on the bed. His knees gave way and his back flopped
downward. He really had given himself over to me.

Quickly I reached around and caught his cock in my hand. He
moved his fingers and let me take over. On and on I shunted into him, jacking
his shaft and pressing up against his ass. His groan turned into a cry for
more, then a hiss and a wail. At one point a sound that was more animal than
human ripped from him.

A moment of absolute stillness, a tensing of every muscle in
his back told me he’d reached the point of no return. Then it was there, a
gut-rolling moan that culminated in him flooding my hand with cum.

“Yes, that’s it,” I said, my wrist aching but I didn’t care
as I pumped him again and again, delighting in his throbbing cock against my
palm. “That’s it, come for me.”

“Ah, ah, yeah…” he cried, the sound muffled by bedding. “Ah,
ah, fuck… I’m done, so good.”

I slowed and eventually stopped.

He remained perfectly still except for the heaving of his
ribs and the odd tremor over his shoulders.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Jesus, do you even need to ask?” He twisted his head to the
side and gulped in air. “That was awesome.”

Very carefully I pulled out. As I did so I already missed
not being inside him. But my body was weary. I needed to lie down, hold and be
held, so I slipped out of the strap-on, dumped it in the en-suite’s sink and blasted
it with hot, soapy water.

Dustin still had his slapped, pink ass presented upward over
the end of the bed when I came back from the bathroom. I couldn’t help but
admire the sight of him completely exposed and totally unapologetic for
claiming his darkest desires.

I was proud to be the one to help him meet them.

I kissed his right buttock and then the left, trailing my
lips over my mish-mashed handprints. “Come to bed,” I said against his hot
skin.

He stood, slowly, as though a bit dazed and stiff and then
turned and looked down at me. I handed him a cloth and he cleaned up the cum
from his cock and the splashes on the base of the bed.

“You’ve worn me out,” he said, his eyes droopy, his smile
lazy.

“You’re always ready for sleep after you’ve come,” I said,
stroking his cheek. “Lie down with me.”

He did as I asked, discarding the cloth on the floor as he
hit the covers.

Within seconds we were a tangled mass of arms and legs. We
knew how to lie together now, we were like a jigsaw that had been completed a
million times.

“Did I get it right?” I asked.

“However you did it would be right, but as it happened it
was fucking awesome.”

“Really?” Or was he just saying that?

“Yes, really, fuck, didn’t you hear anything? I felt like my
body wasn’t mine, that release took me over. I could hear strange, wild noises
and then realized they were coming from me. I had no control over them.”

“You did groan a lot.” I giggled.

He kissed the top of my head. “I think you’d groan a lot
too, in my position.”

I looked up at him. “Would I?”

A sinful smile tugged his lips, one that told me he was
thinking dirty thoughts. Again.

“Yes,” he said, “let me have a little nap and then we’ll
test out that theory. I want to hear you moan like you’ve lost control too.”

I raised my eyebrows as a little quiver of interest fizzed
in my pussy and my ass.

He laughed, a deep rumble of a sound that wobbled me within
his embrace. “I’ve been fantasizing about getting between your sweet cheeks for
quite some time and now that you’re here, living with me,” he lowered his
voice, “with nowhere to run, I think it’s time to return the favor.”

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