I didn’t.
There was just a single moment, however, when I leaped off into the air, before I plummeted toward the ground, that I felt an exhilarating rush of fear and limitless freedom like anything was possible.
The only other times that I have neared the same feeling is when I am with Icarus and he is playing these types of games with me.
Logan only cared about chasing his own pleasure. He knew where to stick his knot but not what to do with it.
I wasn’t allowed to do more than kiss John.
But Icarus…?
He knows how to drive me wild.
“Make me come first,” Icarus whispers against my lips, “and I’ll tell you. But if I makeyoucome first, then you lose.”
I call that winning.
By the way that Icarus’ eyes are glittering, he knows that.
Still, I never back down from a challenge. I am itching with curiosity now.
“Limits?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Only your imagination.”
“Dangerous.” I lick over Icarus’ lips, immediately fighting dirty by releasing a strong wave of pheromones. He shudders, and his golden eyelashes flutter. “I have a fucking dirty imagination.”
“I know, Sin.” He fights back, thumbing across my nipple through my thin uniform, before licking up and down my scent gland. I shiver. “You’re the one who came up with the idea last week of me tying you to the bed with my ties and then role playing the big bad Alpha boss who punishes the lazy servant.”
I become wet at the memory. My cheeks flush.
“You’rethe one who added the erotic spanking.” I pant, as he works my dress up, stroking circles over my hip, before teasing at the edges of my panties.
I torment Icarus back by reaching to cup his hard cock in his trousers.
He moans, low and filthy.
“Shh,” I tease, while cruelly tormenting Icarus harder by undoing his flies and slipping my hand inside, determined to make him come inside his pants. “Zoe is sleeping in the room next door. You don’t want to wake her up.”
“Nor do you.” He slides his fingers into my panties, rubbing over my wet clit.
I moan louder than he had, and as he laughs, I bite hard on my lip to keep myself quieter.
Yet Icarus simply works me over more relentlessly in circles and then maddeningly light taps.
I bite harder on my lip to stop myself from howling.
Our foreheads and noses are touching.
Icarus’ silky hair is falling forward over my face. I love mussing him up like this.
He loses himself in me in moments like this, and sometimes, I think that I am losing myself in him too.
We are driving each other toward the edge. It’s a race to push the other to tumble off it first.
Yet we won’t fall and be shattered; we truly will fly.
In each other’s trust, we really do.
