Page 153 of Icebound Hearts
“Where are we going?” I ask, laughing breathlessly at the single-minded purposefulness of his walk.
“I’m not sure yet,” he mutters, glancing around. “But when I find the place, I’ll know it.”
We wrap around the main reception hall and down a hallway where he spots a utility closet and stops to try the handle. It opens, and Sawyer turns to smile at me.
“Perfect.”
Maybe I should be scandalized, but my blood is pumping at the thought of him fucking me right here, with at least a hundred people in the next room. Besides, this was my idea.
He ushers me in, then follows and closes the door behind us. The closet isn’t very big, but there’s enough room for the two of us to move around even with the brooms and other cleaning supplies inside.
There are little ventilation slits at the bottom of the door, letting enough light in that I can barely make out Sawyer’s face. He grins at me, his gray eyes glinting in the dim light. And then he’s on me, his lips pressing against mine, his hands already grabbing bunches of my dress to pull it up.
I can taste the lingering burn and sweetness of the cocktail on his tongue, and it only turns me on more.
“That’s my dirty girl. I know you want this as badly as I do,” he whispers between kisses, and my body thrums like a struck chord.
He has no idea how right he is. I’ve been patient while he recovered from his vasectomy reversal, but ever since he cornered me in the bathroom earlier today, my patience has run out.
He kisses me again, his mouth pressing hungrily into mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, even in the dark,” he says and spins me around by the hips.
I grope in the shadow for the opposite wall and use it to steady myself as I bend over, jutting my ass out at him. He shoves my dress up over my waist and I reach back to hold it in place so he can yank down my panties. He teases my pussy with his fingers, dragging them up and down across my aching, needy slit, and groans.
“Fuck, you’re already soaking wet for me.”
I whimper, my body shuddering at his touch. “I can’t wait another second. Please fuck me.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.”
The clink of his belt echoes in the closet as he undoes it, and I hear it clatter against the concrete floor as he shoves his pants down a bit. His thick, swollen cock head finds my entrance as he starts to press into me, and my breath catches in the back of my throat because something feels different.
I turn around and he slips out of me. When I glance down at his cock, something glints back at me in the faint light from the ventilation slits.
“You got another piercing,” I say and instinctively reach down to touch it. A thick, round metal rod dangles from the hole of his cock with large metal barbells on either end.
Sawyer smirks at me. “It’s a Prince Albert. I got it for you.”
My heart flutters as I palm his cock, feeling the weight and heft of it and the piercings along its underside. “When did you get it?”
“Back when I got the vasectomy reversal. I figured it would give me a good excuse to hide it while both healed up.”
“Sothat’swhy you haven’t been letting me get anywhere near your cock.”
“Surprise,” he says with a devilish grin. I can’t stop running my hands around his cock head and the new piercing. I can’t wait to see how it’s going to feel inside me with the rest of the piercings.
Sawyer groans and tries to pull out of my grip. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
“Then come inside me,” I tell him and hook one leg around his waist to guide him into me.
He groans and takes me by the waist with both hands to lift me up, then rests my back against the concrete wall to hold me in place. He slides into me, the new piercing slipping through my folds, and it takes everything I have not to let out a moan the entire building will hear. It feels incredible, cold at first but warming quickly, and the way it stretches and glides against my walls makes me shiver.
“You feel even better than I remember,” Sawyer groans as he presses himself the rest of the way into me. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him and burying my face in the crook of his shoulder to muffle my whimpering as he starts to fuck me hard and needily.
“Touch yourself. I want you soaking wet. Make yourself a fucking mess for me,” Sawyer orders.
My hand slips between our bodies to find my clit, and I work it furiously as he glides in and out of me. It’s been so long—too long—since we’ve been able to do this, and I’m alreadygetting close from the feeling of his cock filling me and my palm grinding against my clit.