She slides off my lap in one fluid motion, kneeling between my spread legs again—but with entirely different intent this time. Together, we undo my pants, her fingers occasionally brushing against my straining erection in a way that feels deliberately teasing.
“Shoes first,” she commands, already working on the laces.
I comply, toeing off my shoes while she pulls off my socks. Then she’s back at my waistband, tugging my pants and boxer briefs down my hips. I lift to help her, and she drags them down my legs, leaving me completely naked on her couch.
Her eyes darken as she takes in the sight of me—the tattoos that cover most of my torso, the scars that map a history of violence across my skin, and my cock, hard and thick against my stomach. The piercing at the tip catches the light, drawing her attention.
“Fuck,” she breathes, her hand wrapping around the base with just the right pressure. “You’re beautiful.”
I want to ask her if she’s talking to me or my cock, but before I can respond, she leans forward and runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, from base to tip in one long stroke.
My head falls back against the couch, a groan tearing from my throat at the wet heat of her mouth. “Fuck. Raven.”
She smiles as she looks up at me from beneath her long, dark lashes. “Too much?”
“Not enough,” I manage, my damaged hand fisting in her hair.
The wet heat of her mouth is exquisite torture, and the sight of her blonde head bobbing between my thighs is almost enough to make me come on the spot.
She takes me deeper, working her way down until I feel the back of her throat. When she swallows around me, stars explode behind my eyelids. My hips buck involuntarily, pushing deeper into her mouth.
Her nails dig into my thighs in warning, breaking skin, the sharp pain cutting through the pleasure in a way that only heightens it. I should back off, let her set the pace, but the animal part of me wants to claim her throat the way I’ve claimed the rest of her.
“Take it,” I growl, tightening my grip in her hair and thrusting deeper. “Take all of me, Little Thief.”
She makes a sound that’s half-protest, half-moan, but doesn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxes her throat and lets me fuck her mouth, her eyes watering but never leaving mine. The combination of surrender and defiance in her gaze makes my blood burn hotter.
When I thrust too deep, her nails rake down my thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The pain is perfect, a counterpoint to the pleasure that keeps me from losing myself completely. She’s fighting and yielding at once, chaos even in submission.
After minutes that feel like hours, she pulls back, gasping for breath. Her lips are swollen and slick, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“Lie down,” she commands, voice hoarse from my abuse.
I raise an eyebrow at the order but comply, stretching out on the couch as she rises to her feet. She walks toward the kitchen without explanation, leaving me naked and aching for her.
I hear the freezer open and close, but not much else. When she returns, there’s a secretive smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She climbs onto the couch, positioning her knees on either side of my hips.
Lowering herself, she presses her lips to mine. Their coldness only registers a nanosecond before her tongue pushes somethingcold and hard into my mouth. An ice cube. I nearly spit it out in surprise, but she’s already pulling away, re-claiming the cube with her tongue.
She holds my gaze as she slides backward and lowers her head again, this time taking my cock into her mouth with the ice pressed against her tongue. The shock of cold against my overheated flesh tears a strangled curse from my throat, my back arching off the couch.
“Holy fuck! Raven!”
She hums around me, the vibration traveling through my cock as the ice melts, creating a contrast of temperatures that’s driving me insane. Cold, then the heat of her mouth, then cold again as she shifts the rapidly melting cube with her tongue.
My hands find her hair again, not directing now, just holding on as she takes me apart with her mouth and that goddamned ice cube. Every nerve ending feels exposed, raw, as she works me with relentless precision.
I’m close, so close, pressure building at the base of my spine. “I’m going to come,” I growl, giving her the chance to pull away.
She doesn’t. Instead, she takes me deeper, the last of the ice gone, leaving only the scorching heat of her mouth. My orgasm hits like violence, white-hot and uncontrollable. I come down her throat in pulsing waves, cursing and praising and maybe praying to a god I’ve never believed in.
My body shudders with the intensity of it. Only when she’s swallowed every last drop does she pull back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Delicious,” she pronounces, voice hoarse but satisfied.
“Come here,” I manage, reaching for her. “I need to taste you now.”
She shakes her head. “Not tonight, Firestarter. This was for me.” Her smile turns wicked as she licks her lips. “My dessert, remember?”
