Page 9 of On Thin Ice
“Oh, God!” he gasped.
Bryce collected my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and I moaned as he used it to guide me. Allowing him to take control, I happily moaned around his shaft as he pushed deeper inside my mouth.
“You’re such a perfect fucktoy. So desperate and horny. Show me how wet you are for me.”
It was as if he was making my brain melt with each word he spoke. Purring, I slid my hand inside my panties and glided my fingers between my soaked folds. Bryce groaned as I showed him my glistening digits.
“Good girl,” he growled, summoning new electric currents inside my core. “Make yourself come. I want to see you touching yourself while I use this pretty, sweet mouth of yours.”
His command short-circuited my mind, and more waves of pleasure washed over me. He tensed as I moaned in approval, and I assumed he enjoyed the vibrations of my neck. While eagerly welcoming him deeper down my throat, I obeyed his lewd order and started to rub my clit.
Damn, this was so hot, and I felt like the ultimate whore. Saliva dripped down my chin, and as Bryce pushed more and more of his length inside my mouth, I coughed and gagged.
“Breathe through your nose, little whore,” he told me.
Fuck, he used that voice again, as when he instructed me on the ice. My inner slut buzzed and grinned as I did what he’d asked me to. Pleasure coursed through me from head to toe as he started to fuck my face in quicker, rougher thrusts.
“You’re so good, your mouth is amazing!”
His praise thrilled me. I moved my fingers faster, mimicking his pace. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and based on the way he trembled, I could tell all my gagging and gurgling was turning him on.
Bryce turned me into a quivering mess with each new thrust. My orgasm built fast, in layers, euphoria spiking through me at eachswirl of my fingers. His cock throbbed, and I hoped he was going to unload his seed down my throat.
He bit his lower lip while using me rougher, and I could tell he was trying to control his groans. That reminded me there were people arriving at the hotel, and anyone might hear us. Shame, lust, and the thrill of fear, of being caught, mingled within me, arousing me like crazy.
His shaft muffled the loud cries of bliss that threatened to rip me apart. Bryce buried my face into his pubic hair every time he dove deep down my throat. I felt myself succumbing to the mindset of being a fucktoy, used for his pleasure, and my pussy ached in delight.
“Fuck!” he growled, swelling in my mouth.
His tasty hotness threw me into the arms of my release, too. While he spurted rope after rope down my throat, feeding me his cum, I convulsed and quivered, ripples of joy traveling through me relentlessly.
We were both panting and trembling while the aftershock continued coursing through both of us, and as I hungrily swallowed every ounce of his seed, I felt my mind shutting down. God, it was as if he had rendered me senseless with pleasure and unable to focus on anything else but how filthy and good this had been.
And how I wanted so much more of this, of him.
He slowly pulled out and caressed my hair. Licking my lips, I looked at him, feeling like a pampered pet.Hispet. Damn, that tingled things deep inside me.
“Good girl,” he murmured as I started to clean him up.
Lazily licking his shaft, making sure not to miss one single droplet, I basked in his sensual, comforting caresses and his filthy and sweet praises. And while doing that, I heard again my heart mewling.
Oh, fuck ... it’s really true. I want more. So much more. Not just of him, but of us. Of this ... thing between us ... God, what the hell? Am I falling in love with him?
Chapter 5
A few weeks later
I stretched, purring as I felt him hug me tighter. My body ached with desire as Bryce moved his palm along my back and rested it on my ass. I could feel his hot breath stirring against my face as he placed a kiss on my forehead.
The last few days, since we’d arrived here, things had been chaotic and heavenly blissful at the same time. And sinfully dirty, too. Bryce had worked me up in more than one way, pushing me to my limit during training and then pampering and fucking the hell out of me during the night.
It was perfect, and I wanted this to never end. Damn, it was as if I was intoxicated, completely addicted to him, and barely able to keep my hands off him while in public.
But somewhere deep down, I knew things weren’t exactly right. I wanted to believe it was lust and maybe blame my desire for him on the physical attraction, but the truth was that the more time I spent with him, the more I realized it wasn’t just that.
I’d tried to deny it, to convince myself that it wasn’t real, but I knew the truth. I was completely in love with him.
And if that wasn’t enough, he’d refused to talk about the future. Every time I’d tried opening the topic of his retirement or what we both wanted from us, he shut me down and told me to focus on the competition.
