Chewing my lips, I nod, flickering my eyes to his cock. It points like a steel rod at me from inside his underwear. “I want everything.”
He takes another piece of ice from the glass. “Be still, greedy girl.”
It’s almost impossible to be still as he slides the ice around my navel slowly. He moves down to follow it with his hot tongue.
I squirm in the bed, hissing as he repeats the process, tracing a line of extreme cold followed by hot mouth, lower… lower… Oh, God…
This time, when he slides his hands between my legs, he holds the ice a little longer. He holds it until I’m about to cry out in pain, and when his mouth follows, closing over my clit, I do scream. It’s so hot. It’s so crazy.
He licks the water away, sliding his tongue all around my pussy, then sucking me until my ass bucks against the bed. I’m losing my mind. I’ve never felt anything like this, and he repeats cold strokes followed by hot licks. He tortures me until I’m clenching, begging for him. Until I orgasm so intensely, I forget where I am.
My toes curl and my legs shake, and I want him to fuck me hard.
“Get on your knees.” I’m trembling as I move slowly in the bed, following his orders.
His underwear is gone, and he quickly rolls on a condom. He climbs onto the bed behind me, holding my waist as he slides his cock up and down my slit until he finds my entrance.
We both moan as he fills me, slamming deep and then holding still. He’s big, and I’m full. I arch up, pressing against him and kissing his jaw. I thread my fingers in his soft hair, and his large hands cup and caress my breasts, using my body like a toy.
He hums with satisfaction and starts to thrust. He’s moving fast, hitting my ass with his pelvis as he fucks me. He holds me firmly against his body, groaning words of approval, of satisfaction between hard thrusts, rough kisses, and little bites.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Each word is punctuated by a fuck, and I’m rising again, faster this time.
His cock hits the place inside me, and with every stroke, sparks shoot brighter behind my closed eyes. I’m overwhelmed with sensation. I’m not sure how much more my body can take.
His beard scuffs my neck as his lips trace into my hair, behind my ear. Hot breath coats my shoulders in shimmering sensation, and when his hand drives roughly between my legs again, his touch, his determined grasps at my clit, send me soaring.
“Oh, God…” My voice breaks with my orgasm.
My body shudders, and I fall forward onto the bed. He follows me, holding me down and continuing to fuck me, two, three more times before groaning and gripping my ass, holding still as he finishes, pulsing deep inside me.
We’re breathing so hard, and I’m trying to think… I’ve never been ravaged before. That was definitely ravaging. He takes a deep breath, coughing a bit before his strong arms circle my waist, and he leans forward, placing his cheek against the back of my neck.
Moments pass, and our breathing slowly returns to normal. My eyes are closed, and I’m so relaxed in his arms.
Then I notice his hand is moving, caressing my breast, and I start to giggle.
“Insatiable.” My voice is woozy.
His cheek rises against my skin, and it makes me smile. Lifting his head, warm, hazel eyes meet mine, and something unexpected tightens in my chest. He looks at me like he wants to know more, like he cares… which is silly and childish, and I shake that shit out of my head. We’ve both had a lot of alcohol.
Rolling back on the bed, his voice is satisfied and lazy. “Are you hungry now?”
“No.” I stretch my arms and my body in the soft sheets, and he disposes of the condom. “What do you think about football?”
“I don’t.” That clipped arrogance is in his voice again, and I laugh.
But when he returns to me, he pulls me gently to his chest. He gathers me in his arms like I’m delicate, and his tone softens. “Rest a bit. I plan to keep my promise and fuck you all night.”
“I’d expect no less.” My voice is sassy, but when I close my eyes, I’m fast asleep.
Chapter 6
Spencer
“Sin?” My hand slides over cold sheets, and I scrub my fingers against my eyes as I sit up.
What time is it?
The sun shines brightly through the crack in my heavy silk curtains, and I’ve got a hard-on. I want to relieve it in the heat between her thighs, caress those luscious tits, test her limits…
Where the fuck is she, and why isn’t she in my bed?
“Joselyn?” I rip the heavy sheets back and my bare feet land on the scratchy pile of the hand-knotted, wool Persian rug surrounding my bed.
She’s not in the sitting room or on the balcony. I jog naked to the first floor where the surf and turf I ordered from Rioz last night has gone to waste. Our wine glasses are on the table half-drunk, and the bottle is beside them still open.
Glancing around, I notice her clothes are gone. Her shoes, that small clutch… All gone.
Snatching up my phone, I’m all set to fire off an angry text when I realize I don’t even have her contact information.
“God dammit.” I exhale an annoyed growl, placing my fists on my hips.
I’d planned to take her to breakfast this morning, get in a little more fucking before we went our separate ways. The point of bringing her here was to get her out of my system. Now that damned itch is stronger than before, and I’m more agitated than yesterday.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I head back upstairs to my bathroom.
Why would she sneak out like some kind of thief? She didn’t even leave a note.
“Succubus is more like it,” I grumble, switching on my oversized rain shower system and adjusting it to hot and strong as I grab a change of clothes from my bedroom.
Stepping into the glass stall, I close my eyes and place both hands against the wall as the soothing waters cascade down from the ceiling. My semi is not helped by a memory of Joselyn hovering over me at some point in the night. Her gorgeous hair fell over one shoulder, tickling my thighs, and those full lips puckered lusciously around the tip of my dick.
She looked up at me with wicked blue eyes as she licked it like an ice cream cone. I believe she spoke into it like a mic, asking my cock if it liked that, which made me laugh. Ridiculous.
Then she went to town, sucking and pulling, taking me deeper as she made little eager, hungry noises.
“Jesus…” I have a full-on erection at the memory of her shameless confidence.
Damn her. She knew I was at her mercy as she took me that way, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She blew me like a porn star. My ass rose off the bed when I shot down her throat.
Snatching the conditioner up, I put some on my hand before sliding my fist over my erection. As I tug, I think of her beautiful body.
She was just as I imagined she’d be, soft and full with flawless ivory skin. Her breasts were perky handfuls, teardrops bouncing, and her hips matched in exact proportion, round and firm. Auburn hair swept down to her narrow waist.
She said her stomach was soft. Fuck that. She’s a painter’s dream, an hourglass. Her ass was like a heart waiting for my hands to squeeze it, my teeth to mark it, my mouth to cover it, perhaps even my dick… Shit.
The thought of my dick in her ass has me on the edge. I can hear her little cries as I punish her for sneaking out on me. I hear her orgasmic moans, loud and ecstatic. She’s responsive and vocal and…