Page 125 of Icebound Hearts
His thrusts grow faster and more erratic, slipping in and out of rhythm, and I try to time my breathing to the breaks. Keeping him this far down without gagging is difficult, but I’m determined.
Finally, his head tips back and a groan rises in his throat. With one last thrust, he comes hard, the muscles in his neck straining as his climax hits.
A rush of arousal and adrenaline shoots through me as his thick cum floods my mouth, and I swallow over and over to catch it all as my heart races and my lungs burn. When the last spurt hits the back of my throat, I slowly draw back, dragging the flat of my tongue over his pierced cock to clean him up.
Sawyer gazes down at me, his eyes flaming, and takes me by the chin.
“Get up here,” he growls, his words scorching, and pulls me to my feet so he can kiss me.
It’s hungry and intense, as if tasting himself on my lips is only turning him on more. My hands roam over him as he pulls me close, his wet cock pressing against my lower belly. I can feel it hardening all over again, and a little thrill zaps through me.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs against my lips, then draws back to meet my gaze. “Do you want more?”
I shiver, even though it’s a question he’s asked me at least a dozen times before. The way he’s looking at me, melting me from the inside out, makes me feel like he’s asking about so much more than just sex. Like he wants to stave off the future just as much as I do. To stay here in his room, wrapped up together forever.
“Yes, please,” I murmur.
The need is clear in my voice, and fire ignites in Sawyer’s gray eyes. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up as if I’m feather-light, then carries me to his bed where he gently lays me down on my back with my legs spread.
He stands over me, his eyes raking across my skin like hot coals, and climbs on top of me. He looks so turned on that I think he’s going to fuck me right away, but his mouth finds my chest first, kissing all the way down my scar to my breasts. He licks and sucks at my nipples, flicking his tongue against them until I’m writhing beneath him and arching up off the bed.
“That’s it. Show me how good I’m making you feel,” he whispers in my ear as he pushes two fingers into my pussy, eliciting a moan from me.
When he’s sure I’m ready, he starts fucking me with his fingers, driving them in and out, getting faster and faster until I’m so wet and desperate that there’s no resistance.
“Fuck yeah. Open up for me, heartbreaker,” Sawyer mutters, peppering my neck with kisses as he keeps finger fucking me. He buries his fingers up to his knuckles, curling them to find my g-spot and making my toes curl.
“Please fuck me,” I whimper, my voice raw.
As good at this feels, nothing will feel as good as being stretched by his cock, feeling his muscled body moving over mine. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his rapidly hardening length and stroking him until he’s fully hard again. He matches my rhythm, plunging his fingers into me every time I slide my fist over his cock.
“Goddamn, you’re gonna make me come again just like that if you keep going,” he groans. “Let me get inside you before I embarrass myself. You drive me too fucking wild.”
That makes me laugh softly, but the sound turns into a plaintive moan as he gently pulls his fingers out of me. He liftsme by the hips, turning me over, and I scramble up onto my hands and knees, arching my back as if presenting him with an offering.
His hands trail over my ass and hips, gripping and massaging. Then he slaps one ass cheek lightly—just enough to send a jolt of sensation through me. He moves into place behind me and notches himself at my entrance before sliding inside and burying himself up to the hilt in a single thrust.
“Oh my god,” I hiss as every nerve in my body lights up in response to his girth and the stimulation of his piercing studs against my walls.
Sawyer doesn’t make me wait any longer for more. He draws back and thrusts into me, clapping his body against mine, and my breath catches in my throat. My fingers dig into the sheets, my hair falling around my face as my whole body rocks with each thrust.
“I want to fuck you everywhere,” he murmurs roughly, palming my ass. Then he pulls one cheek to the side, giving himself more access as his fingers trail circles around my asshole. “Will you let me?”
A flash of heat surges through me as I realize what he’s asking, and I nod immediately. I’ve never done that before, but with Sawyer, I want to.
“Yes!Please. I want everything.”
Sawyer grunts softly, his thrusts picking up speed as if my words alone have almost driven him over the edge again. When he finally stops thrusting, stilling inside me for a long moment, we’re both breathing hard.
“That’s my dirty girl,” he whispers. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
He pulls out slowly and pushes off the bed to pad over to his closet. I brush my hair over my shoulder, craning my neck to watch him as he grabs a bottle of lube from a box on a high shelf—the same place he keeps the nipple clamps he used on me after his game that night. He grabs a vibrator too, and I bite my lip as he strides back toward the bed, his cock jutting out from his body.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he runs his fingertips lightly down the curve of my waist and hip. “Turn over for me, heartbreaker. On your back.”
“You don’t…” I glance at him, my heart crashing against my ribs. “You don’t want me like this?”
He grins, possessive hunger in his eyes. “Hell, yes, I want you like that. I want you all ways. But for your first time doing anal?” His gaze softens, although it’s no less possessive. “I want to be there with you. I want to be able to look into your eyes and see every little expression on your face.”