Page 4 of On Thin Ice
Maybe I was a virgin, but I had seen enough movies and read enough slutty books to know exactly how to use my wiles to get what I wanted.
And right now, I wantedhim.
“Yes,” he said.
Electricity danced through me as he moved so fast that my mind barely kept up with what he was doing. A thrill of submission rolled down my back as he pressed me against the wall and pinned my hands above my head.
Okaaaay, I always pictured him as being dominant, but this was even hotter than I imagined. The cold touch of the tiles contrasted with his heated body, and, caught between them, it was as if I’d been electrified.
I arched and rubbed against him, moaning as I felt the warm, heavy weight of his cock against my skin.
Bryce leaned so close to me that I could feel his minty breath against my face. But as soon as I tried to kiss him, he slightly pulled back.
“Are you sure you want this, Livia?”
The question surprised me. Was he kidding me? I was basically drooling and begging like a little whore for his cock, and he still doubted what I wanted? And yet, his concern made something inside me pulse, turning me on like crazy, and making me crave him even more.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want you!”
That seemed to be everything he needed to hear. The next second, his mouth was on mine, and my entire being melted on the spot. If I had my hands free, I would have been clawing at his back and pulling him closer, but he still pinned my wrists againstthe wall. I felt so vulnerable and under his control, exactly like in my wet dreams, and that made arousal spike through me.
He tasted mentholated and sweet at the same time, and I could discover a hint of the mix of caramel, vanilla, and mint as we made out. That was his favorite coffee, and after I’d tasted it at some of our first training sessions and told him I liked it, he started to bring me one, too, in the morning.
Releasing my hands, he moved his palms along my body. I quivered and moaned as he cupped my tits while pressing himself into me. I could feel his erection against my thigh, wet with pre-cum.
Water fell over us, adding an extra layer to my pleasure. Looping my hands around Bryce’s neck, I squirmed, shamelessly grinding against him.
Goosebumps covered me as he wrapped his arm around my waist and slowly moved his other palm lower, over my flat torso, traveling toward my burning point. I let out a weak whimper as he pressed his fingers on my clit.
“Oh, yes!”
“You’re so wet for me, Livia. Like a little slut.”
Embarrassment mixed with arousal, exciting me even more. I had never had someone call me a slut before, and now, coming from Bryce’s mouth, it was maddeningly hot. I smiled and rubbed against his palm, peeping out moans with each rub of his fingers.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty pussy of yours until you scream my name,” he whispered against my lips before giving me another long, possessive kiss.
Bryce changed his focus from my mouth to my neck, the scruffiness of his beard causing goosebumps along my skin. At the same time, he pressed his fingers firmly on my clit, making my legs tremble.
Pleasure floated through me from head to toe, and I felt myself spiraling toward my orgasm. I’d touched myself in the past, getting myself off over and over again, but now, having someone else’s hands on me was a lot better. And more, having Bryce, of all men, as the one making my body sing for him, was driving me wild.
I could tell he was experienced and knew exactly what he was doing. He changed the rhythm a few times until he found the perfect one, and I could tell he was reading the way I reacted to his touch.
My moans increased in intensity as he guided me toward the peak. I ran my hands through his hair, pushing him more into my neck while he kissed and bit me there. Damn, I might even have a hickey. That would be my first, and in a lewd way, it made me imagine he had branded me as belonging to him.
Fuck, why was the idea of being claimed in such a primal way so arousing? I didn’t know, and at this point, I didn’t even care, my brain cells being too busy enjoying all the sensual sensations he sent through me.
“Careful, little slut,” he whispered. “Other people might have arrived at the rink, too.”
The high risk sizzled my brain and gave me the final nudge. I cried out my bliss as pleasure overflowed my system, making me see stars in front of my eyes. Bryce crushed his lips to mine, devouring me and muffling my screams of joy.
Time seemed to stop for me as I lost myself in a blissful blur. I barely returned from my height when I felt Bryce easily lifting me in his arms and trapping me between his powerful frame and the cold tiles.
I wanted to tease him about showing off his strength, but my brain turned mushy as he pushed inside my pussy. I was so wet that he easily slid into me, stretching me wide open for him. A few pangs of pain shot through my core, increasing my pleasure.
His demanding kiss swallowed the animalistic screams of delight I wanted to let out as he stuffed me inch by delicious inch, filling me up completely.
He was a lot bigger than any dildo I’d shoved inside me, but my inner walls quivered and hugged him in appreciation. It was as if my body eagerly surrendered to him, and once he started to thrust, all I could feel was pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
