Page 41 of Ice Cold Hearts
Ian turns my face to his with a finger.
His hazel eyes are stormy with concern. “Are you sure? I mean, have you done anything like this before? We can get rough.”
I smile reassuringly. “I may not have done everything all at once yet, but let's just leave it at this. I had a lot of fun in college. And I'm not made of glass. You don't have to handle me with kid gloves.”
“In that case…” Ian grabs my hair and yanks me forward. “Start using your mouth for the only thing it's good for, Kitten.”
My moan is muffled by him thrusting his cock into my mouth. Ian takes control of the pace, moving me exactly how he wants me.
I'm so lost in the pleasure of pleasing Ian, I don't register that Oliver's positioned himself under me until he's notched his cock at my entrance. My body writhes as he stretches me with his length, and every sporadic drop of wax on my back sends me closer and closer to the edge.
Right when I think it couldn’t get any better, Alexei traces his tongue along my back hole. My pussy clamps down on Oliver's dick as wave after wave of pleasure racks my body. Ian slows his thrusts as my body contorts with pleasure.
Oliver grips my hips, holding me steady as Alexei eases his thick cock into my ass. Ian pulls out of my mouth, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
I scream out their names like a prayer once Alexei is fully inside me. Ian leans down and kisses me thoroughly.
“I fucking love when you taste like me,” he whispers.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” Oliver asks, cupping my breasts.
“Stop teasing and fuck me. I need to feel you coming inside me. Use me like I'm your toy,” I plead.
It's like I've said some kind of magic word because they fuck me with an intensity I've only seen when they're on the ice.
I may or may not have started watching their games like a crazed groupie…
I could get high off this feeling. With these men, my men, inside me, I feel whole in a way I never knew was possible. It's so incredibly right.
They fuck me so fast and hard, I don't even have the breath to moan. Every thrust brings me closer and closer to the edge.
Oliver must feel me getting close because he whispers, “That's it. Good girl. Come for us one more time, Kitten, and we'll follow you.”
His words send me right over the edge, and they come tumbling after, spilling their seed inside me.
We collapse into an exhausted heap, and I realize how easy it would be to let myself fall in love with them.
Alexei mutters something in French this time, but I only recognize the “Emily” at the end whispered reverently like a prayer.
The last thing I think before drifting off in his arms is, My heart is in so much danger.
14
ALEXEI
There’s something incredibly gratifying about fucking a woman until she can’t string a sentence together then falling asleep with her in your arms.
Being awake first is always my favorite part because I can let myself pretend for a moment that we can have a future together. I know from experience the longer I wait to leave, the harder it will be to go. I need to open my eyes and rush out, but like an idiot, I keep my eyes closed, basking in Emily’s warmth. I don’t know if it was the mind-blowing sex or the instant connection we all felt with her or some combination of the two, but she’s harder for me to leave than anyone else.
She hums low in her throat and presses even closer to me.
Her voice seems more gravelly than last night. Maybe I should talk to the guys about getting a humidifier in here?
Her short hair tickles my nose. I shift my head away and trace my hands across her broad shoulders and down her firm, muscular chest.
Wait.