“Fuck it,” she snarls, and she stops holding back.
Those thick hips dip as I press my knee further in, ready for her, giving her the surface, the friction she so desperately needs, and I watch from above as she works herself over me.
A queen, the way she owns her pleasure.
She’s mesmerizing as she shifts her hips, grinding, rubbing on me unabashedly. Within seconds, my dick is as solid as the ice in my hand, ready to join in on the fun, but I don’t let him. She’s gonna have to be ready for that before I go there.
Brown eyes fluttering shut, she bites her lip harder, face angry in the hottest way as she takes what she needs from me, trying to convince herself she hates me as she brings herself to release using my body as her fuck toy. It’ll be my favorite role I’ve ever had in a kitchen.
“You’re a goddamn delight,” I breathe out, voice raspy with need. “You fuck like you’ll die without it, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” she grits out, eyes still shut.
I don’t want her to miss a moment of this. I know I’m not going to be able to forget even a second of it. So I give her a reason to open those gorgeous eyes on me once more.
Yanking on the low neckline of her shirt—it doesn’t give, but I convince it to move—fingers dipped beneath all the fabric they can find there, I shove it down, exposing the entirety of her right breast to the frigid air, and more importantly, my line of sight.
The noise I make can’t be helped. Like I just tried a new dish that took weeks to come together, and it surpassed all my expectations.
Her eyes pop open, stunned at the movement, but her hips don’t quit.
Letting the fabric go, both the shirt and bra stay beneath her breast, shoving it up for me, just where I want it, like it’s a pedestal for her tit.
Perfect.
My other hand—the one still holding the ice—comes over and places the cube over her nipple and starts playing there.
“Oh fuck!” she shouts, hips moving faster over the muscles of my thigh.
She’s desperate for this release, and I’m going to give it to her.
Ice still pressed to her breast, circling her nipple, flicking it, I bring my other hand down to her thick hip and hold on tight, feeling as much as I can of the way she’s moving, rotating her hips back and forth to hit her clit just right, even through the fabric separating us.
I might be the one getting overheated now.
“Goddamn,bella, am I gonna get to see you come on me?”
Her eyes screw shut, head tilted as far back as she can go as she grips me now, grabbing onto my jacket with both handsas she rides me like a twenty-five-cent pony outside the barber shop. I’m happy to give her her money’s worth and then some.
“Don’t call me that,” she pants out, but now she’s bouncing on me, and I might actually be drooling at what that’s doing to her breast that’s still suspended in the open air.
“What should I call you then?” I purr, loving how rough she’s being with me. I knew she could take a good time.
Flexing my leg, I feel my thigh muscle clench beneath her, and she lets out the loudest moan yet.
Her voice is strained, frantic as she concentrates on her own pleasure. “Fuck, just don’t talk, you’re going to ruin this.”
“Shit, nothing could ruin this. Watching you ride my leg is going straight to the top of my mental collection. I want you to make a mess on me,bella. Soak my pants when you come. Let me feel it.”
She gasps, eyes fluttering rapidly as her body clearly enjoys what she’s struggling to let her mind fall into.
Grinning, I pop the last remaining ice cube into my mouth, holding it in the dip at the center of my tongue, and I lean down, pressing my hot tongue and the frozen cube to her flesh.
“Fuck!” she screams the word, and it echoes off of the metal walls around us.
Her hands fly to the back of my head to grip my short hair above the folded bandana tied around my forehead and she pulls as hard as she needs to on the midnight strands.
Smiling in satisfaction against her breast, I lick, alternating giving her the smooth, cool ice and the warm, rough texture of my tongue.
