Page 124 of Icebound Hearts
We stumble into his room, half-dressed and gasping for breath, and Sawyer kicks the door closed behind us. There’s so much I want to say to him, so much Ican’tsay, but I hope it’s coming through in the way I’m kissing and touching him. I’m putting everything I have into this, into him, because I have nothing to lose.
Except for this.
The thought makes my heart lurch and my hands move with even more determination. I grab the hem of his shirt and drag it upward, tugging it off his head. He’s gorgeous—a walking, carved marble slab of a man—but I feel like I’ve never slowed down enough to appreciate the details until now.
I bring my face to his chest, letting my lips hover just above the skin, and a low moan rumbles in Sawyer’s throat. My lips meet his skin, and I kiss my way down his pecs, then across his abs and down until I’m forced to sink to my knees to keep going. Like I’m being driven by something, my hands reach for thebutton of his pants, and he doesn’t stop me. He just stares down at me, watching my every move with a heated look on his face.
I tug his pants and boxer briefs down, and his stiff cock springs free. With one hand wrapped around it, I push it upward to admire his piercings that have quickly become favorites of mine. Sawyer’s heart must be pounding—I can feel his cock pulsing in my hand—and he exhales sharply when the tip of my tongue finds the tender skin near one of his piercings.
Smiling, I flatten my tongue and drag it slowly, teasingly, all the way up the underside of his cock, coating it and his piercings with wetness. His hands find my shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like he’s about to lose control but is trying his best to hold himself back.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he whispers, and when I take the entire head of his cock into my mouth, he shudders and squeezes my shoulders.
His eyes flutter as he gazes down at me, his eyes shining with need. He watches me take more and more of his cock in my mouth, and one of his hands moves to my head to stroke my hair out of the way. Then he cups my cheek and nods at me.
“Go deeper. Go on, you can do it.”
Hunger flares inside me. I’ve gone down on him before, and it’s always such a fucking turn on, feeling the way his body responds. He’s so big that it’s been a challenge for me to take all of him—but right now, I want to. I want it more than anything else in the world.
My pulse kicks up as I slide my lips farther down his length, opening my jaw as wide as I can to fit around his girth and his piercings. His crown hits the back of my throat, and I draw in a deep, steadying breath through my nose.
“Fuck yes. Good girl,” Sawyer mutters, his voice full of pleasure. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, looking me right in the eyes. “Keep going. I want to feel you gag on my cock.”
I whimper around his length, my clit throbbing at his filthy words. This is as deep as I’ve ever taken him before, but there are still several inches of his cock to go. I suck in another deep breath, forcing my body to stay relaxed as I tip my head forward, sliding farther down his length. The pressure at the back of my throat activates my gag reflex, and I choke a little, swallowing several times.
“Fuck.” Sawyer’s curse is a guttural groan as his fingers tangle in my hair. “That feels so damn good, baby. So hot and wet and tight. Can you take more?”
I nod—or try to—squeezing my thighs together as I bob my head up and down, challenging myself to take him deeper each time. Saliva coats his cock, sliding down his length as I suck him harder, and the sounds that fill the room have my arousal ratcheting higher and higher.
My hands are braced on his thighs, and I can feel the way he’s holding himself still, his muscles tense and braced. With a wet pop, I slide my lips off his cock so that I can speak.
“You don’t—have to be gentle,” I pant. “I want more. I wantallof you. Give it to me.”
“Jesus.” He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Are you sure? I know I’m a lot to take, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll pinch your thigh if it’s too much,” I say, grinning up at him, and he laughs—that deep, low rumble that I love so much. “I can take it. Please.”
The smile on his face morphs into something hotter and more intense, and he nods. “Open your mouth, baby.”
My entire body shivers at the command, and my mouth opens instinctively. Sawyer slides his cock between my lips, then pitches his hips forward, driving his cock to the back of my throat until I feel like I can’t breathe anymore. But I don’t want him to stop. I clutch his ass cheeks in both hands, pulling him even deeper down my throat.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Swallow that fucking cock,” Sawyer orders, bucking his hips to push his length into the very back of my throat, cutting off my air flow. My heart pounds against my ribs, but I can feel him watching me carefully, and I know that he’ll always take care of me.
So I let go, allowing him to use my mouth just like I asked him to, sucking in small sips of air every time he pulls back and digging my fingernails into his hard, toned ass.
My eyes flutter closed, narrowing my focus down to just what I can feel and taste—to justSawyer. I fall into the rhythm of it, and even though I’m not even touching my clit, I can feel it throbbing as if it’s directly connected to my racing heart. My thighs tighten, my inner walls clenching, and I feel like I could come just like this.
When Sawyer draws back all the way, slipping out from between my lips, my eyes fly open again. He meets my gaze, his irises dark as slate as he brings the head of his cock to my lower lip and drags it back and forth, coating my lip with his precum. We’ve never done anything like this before, and it’s easily one of the most intense things we’ve shared.
“One more time,” he murmurs, his voice low. “I want to come down your throat.” He strokes my hair, urging me to tilt my head back just a bit. “Nice and open now. So fucking good for me.”
My body thrums with need, and I stare up at him, feeling both powerful and utterly at his mercy at the same time—and loving it all.
I open my mouth as wide as I can, and Sawyer slides in again. He fucks my face, deep and almost desperate, low grunts punctuating each movement. I grip his hips to steady myself and watch with awe the way his muscles flex with every powerful stroke he drives into my mouth.
“Just like that, heartbreaker. I’m almost there,” he whispers, his voice strained.
He nods to encourage me, and although I want to close my eyes again to focus and keep myself from gagging, they refuse to fall shut. I want to watch it all. I want to see the look on his face when he comes, see the way his abs contract as his cock pulses against my tongue.