My skin is still fizzing from champagne when he grabs a handful of ice cubes from the bucket and rubs them over my tits. Fuck, it has my flesh covered in goosebumps, my nipples puckered so bad, when he traces the cold path with the warmth of his tongue, I grab a whole handful of ice myself, adding to the sensation as it melts and drips over the latex of my dress. I’m slippery as a fish when I lie back on the bar top and pull him down onto me. His hair drips onto my face, and my legs coax him forward, offering myself to him.
“More ice, please,” I say. “Give me shivers.Deepshivers.”
“Like your pussy chilled, do you?”
“I love ice play, yeah.”
“Ever been filled with champagne?”
I nod, giving him the truth. “I’ve been fucked with plenty of champagne bottles. Ass and pussy. I’ve dribbled fizz straight from my dirty asshole into people’s mouths, and they’ve loved me for it.”
“And how aboutyou? Did you love it?”
My eyes are on his as I hitch my legs higher, no secrets here. He peels the latex up my thighs to reveal my stocking tops and the black lace of my thong.
“I always love it,” I tell him. “My naughty list isn’t just about money for me. It’s real. It’s about fun. It’s about filth. It’s aboutme.”
He runs a hand up my stockinged thigh and my pussy aches for his touch. “Then why be ashamed of it? Why hide away like a felon because some online trolls call you a whore? Fuck them, and be you, Ella Edwards.”
His words hit deep. They give me theRage of the Roar, and the words I love in that song make more sense now. I should have listened to them when I needed them most.
You gotta roar in the silence, baby. You got to let the world know it’s your own!
I’m going to roar in Vinnie’s silence tonight. I’m going to make his world my own, and I’m going to love every fucking minute of it.
“Make me a kinky fuck-doll,” I say. “That’s how I like it. Go on, Vinnie. Make me play dirty.”
“Yeah? A bit ofice, baby? That what you’re looking for?”
The band did such a screeching cover of that song that it makes me laugh.
“I’ll take as much ice as you can give me,baby.”
Vinnie pulls my thong to the side, revealing my slick, shaved pussy. The wetness there speaks for itself. The way I clench at his gaze, panting like a wanton slut is as authentic as can be.
“Never hide yourself, Ella,” he says as he glides the first ice cube up my slit. “Your own self is the most precious thing you have. Fuck the haters, fuck the trolls, fuck the people who want to tear you down. They will always be there, waiting to pounce, so roar louder. Stand stronger. Walk your own beautiful road.”
“Thanks, coach.” My breaths are hitching, pussy desperate. “Now give me that fucking ice, please, and fuck me hard.”
He holds the chunk to my clit for a few seconds before he pushes the block inside me. My fingers find my clit as he takes another ice cube in his mouth, sucking for a moment before pushing it on in. I’m chilled from the inside out, one ice cube at a time, and it’s so cold it turns to a burn. That burn is divine as it melts, and I hitch myself higher, balancing my stilettos on the bar top.
I show Vinnie Hampton my winking asshole and grab a handful of fresh ice from the bucket, holding them out to him.
“The party’s only just getting started,” I tell him. “Fill me up,rockstar.”
“That’s what I like to hear, fuck-doll. Real music to my ears.”
He doesn’t warm the ice cubes before he pushes them into my ass, one by one. Both my holes are a dripping mess of melting water when he lowers his face and runs his tongue across my slit. His eyes are open and locked on mine as he catches the dripping water in his mouth, teasing. My fingers rub my clit, but it’s not enough. I’m so relieved when he takes over my efforts with his mouth that I moan, bucking up at him like the whore I am. A proud whore.
“Yes, please… Just like that. Oh fuck, yeah, just like that. And fill me up some more. Feel how cold my cunt is.”
His fingers spread my dripping pussy lips, and he splits his efforts two by two. Two in the pussy, two in the ass, fingering the ice in there like a pair of scissors with his long, thick fingers.
Fingers usually gripping the mike onstage. Fingers waving to the masses. Fingers strumming his guitar when he’s playing lead.
He slurps at me as I melt inside, sucking on my clit enough to drive me crazy, and there are no barriers for me. I don’t care how filthy I am, or how sordid I look when he laps up dirty water from my asshole.
“Oh fuck, Vinnie,” I say and he knows it’s time to pick up the pace.
