Page 93 of Grave Consequences
When Iceman just continues to look at me with bewilderment at my blurted confession, I know I need to do some damage control stat.
“I know, I know,” I say quickly. “It was just this thing that popped up in my fucked up mind when I first saw you, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s completely crazy to even ask, especially when we haven’t even had sex yet, and we were just getting started… And not everyone likes a good face fuck like I do. I shouldn’t just assume you would evenwantto have me do that. But it was a fantasy, so I can’t really do much about that kink, and—you know what, let’s just pretend I never asked and get back to kissing,” I say, forcing myself to stop this humiliating rambled spiel.
But before I can latch onto his mouth to stop him from replying, he pulls back. “Hold on, let me get this straight. Since you first met me, you’ve been fantasizing about holding my horns and fucking my face?” he asks carefully.
I cringe a little and nod, unable to read his expression and gauge how he feels about this. “I blame my demon nature,” I tell him sheepishly.
“Wow,” he admits, looking shocked. “I guess all there is to say is...it’s time to buzz the tower!”
TheTop Gunquote he just threw out takes a second to register, but Iceman is already lifting me up and placing my thighs on his shoulders. I squeal, completely surprised and my head nearly hitting the ceiling, and then heat rushes through me as he suddenly buries his face in my pussy without hesitation.
Holy fucking shit!
His cool lips and tongue start lapping up my desire, immediately coaxing out a moan from me. I’m too stunned to do anything else.
“Get your head in the game, Maverick,” he orders between my thighs, and I snap to attention and grab onto his horns. They’re hard and ridged and surprisingly warm against my palms. I get a firm grip just as Iceman wraps his lips around my clit. I feel his mouth grow colder until it feels like he’s pressing an ice cube against my favorite bundle of nerves. I cry out as that ice cube starts sucking and flicking and circling.
Iceman’s hands grip my ass as he holds me firmly to his face, and I grip his horns even harder and start grinding against his mouth. He groans as I start moving and writhing, and he drops his mouth from my clit to lick at my entrance as I grind on his tongue.
His hard blue horns are the perfect leverage, and I banish any reservations still floating around in my mind and just let go. Not literally, because I’m not trying to fall, and this position might be my new favorite thing ever. It’s possible that horns are my new favorite appendage next to cocks...and arms...and definitely hands and tongues. Okay, who am I kidding? I want it all, every demon inch of my guys, all the time.
Without warning, Iceman’s cold tongue sweeps back and then spears me. I grind against him and fuck his face, all nerves and previous shyness gone. This is so much better than the fantasy version, and I’m coming in no time. The orgasm makes me tip my head back and shout, and I feel myself gushing with moisture as my thighs squeeze his head. I should probably worry about whether or not he can breathe, but it all just feels so fucking good.
As soon as my orgasm begins to ebb, my head comes up with panted breath. “I just thought of something else!” I shout. “Can you flip me upside down facing you?”
Iceman pauses his licking and looks up at me. The whole bottom of his face is covered in Eau de Delta. It’s funny...and hot. I can see him realize what it is that I’m wanting, and a heat laced smile spreads across his juicy face. He doesn’t say anything, because instead, he does exactly like I ask and flips me upside down like I’m a weightless demon pinwheel. With an excited laugh, I grab onto his hip and hook my thighs on Iceman’s shoulders so he still has pussy access too.
I lick my lips as I stare at the thick hard cock in front of my upside down face, and hum my excitement.
Come to mama!
I wrap my palm around his base and quickly lower my warm mouth around his cool tip. Iceman hisses and jerks into my mouth involuntarily, and I love that the feel of me messes with his control. He’s always so composed and dominant. It’s a heady feeling to know my mouth can strip him of those things so quickly.
The blood rushes to my head as I hang, and I realize I need to pick up the pace before my brain and body start to reject this position. I take him deeply into my throat, swallowing him down to calm the gag that it starts to trigger. He groans and renews his attention on my pussy, sucking on my clit to bring me to the brink again as I bob back and forth on his cock. I take him deeper and deeper until I’ve almost taken him whole, and then reach to cup his balls, massaging as I work him with my mouth.
I feel him drop his head back, too lost to the pleasure I’m sucking out of him to multitask with my pussy. I love it, and work him harder in my mouth, squeezing his balls more firmly in my hand.
“I’m going to come, Maverick,” he moans, warning me, but I’m not deterred. His balls get tighter, and he starts to thrust into my mouth faster, so I hold on to his hips and revel in it.
Face fucking is the best!
I take him down as deep as I can go. His muscles clench against my body, and then he calls out my name as he orgasms, his cum dripping down my throat. I drink him down, milking his cock with my hand and mouth. As soon as he’s recovered enough, he buries his face in my pussy while I lick him clean, his cock still hard like it’s ready for round two.
Don’t mind if I do.
I push off Iceman’s hips and lift my head, hoping the new position will help encourage the blood to rush right back out of it, as Iceman somehow coaxes another orgasm out of me, and I moan and practically twerk on his face.
Fuck!
He flips me right side up and sets me gently on my feet, both of us with hunger still in our eyes and blissed out smiles, and me slightly lightheaded but in the best way.
“Take me to bed or lose me forever,” I quote breathlessly, and then I start singing “Take My Breath Away.” My serenade abruptly ends when Iceman picks me up and throws me onto the bed with a laugh. I squeal and giggle as I bounce onto the mattress, but the frame gives a thunk, and the mattress slightly sags.
“Oh, shit!” I giggle. “Way to break my bed!”
“Psh, it’s not broken,” he rebuffs—and then gingerly crawls across the mattress like he’s waiting for us to plummet to the ground at any moment. When it seems to hold our combined weight, he looks up at me with a smile. “See, it’s just bruised a little.”
I laugh even harder and spread my legs, inviting him in as he crawls up my body, kissing as he goes. He hits an especially ticklish spot with his cold tongue, and I explode into a fit of laughter. I grab onto his horns, trying to divert his chin from my stomach, but he just attacks me with his hands, making me laugh even harder. I retaliate and start rubbing down his back spines in delicious defense. He shivers and groans, my own ticklish spots abandoned as he instead brings his cool mouth down to my nipple.
