Page 27 of Ice Devil

The whole world around us had disappeared. Sounds muted. Colors dulled to a perfect aquamarine blue. Hearts pounding as the excitement continued to build.

And a desire that was unlike anything I could experience with anyone else.

In short, the moment was completely freeing.

As soon as we emerged from the water, he slipped his hand underneath my hair, grabbing my neck and pulling my head down. The anticipation was killing me. Maybe both of us since his breathing was more labored than before. I darted my eyes back and forth, the hunger burning a hole deep within.

This time, I captured his mouth, holding our lips in place while beads of water slipped down my face. The combination of his overheated body and the cool air boosted the rush, leaving me feeling crazed inside.

His fingers dug into my skin while he held me in place and he captured every moan erupting from my throat. He was the one who thrust his tongue inside while slowly turning us in a full circle. As the water continued to splash over us, soothing every nerve, I could feel the steam rising.

All because of our intense connection.

He rubbed one hand down my back, cupping and squeezing my buttocks while the moment of passion continued. I was already lightheaded while he dominated my tongue, even fighting him as if he’d ever allow me to take the lead. The taste of him was as if cherries had popped into my mouth, tiny bottle rockets of flavor that I couldn’t seem to get enough of.

I could kiss him for hours, enjoying the time spent right here under the stars.

But the way his thick cock pressed into my stomach was a clear indication the romantic interlude wouldn’t last very long.

Once again, he spun us around, picking up speed as I rocked against him. We were two beasts in the wild, my hands exploring his back. My fingernails scratching his skin.

I was certainly leaving him something to remember me by on those cold, lonely late spring days when he was locked inside a Portland ice rink.

With the kiss broken, his hold continued to remain possessive. While I slipped my hand between us, crawling my fingers down his taut abdomen until I was able to wrap my fingers around his thick cock, he dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other.

When he bit my chin, I laughed and twisted my hand around his shaft. His physical shudder was every bit of encouragement I needed to torment the hell out of him. I couldn’t believe how thick his dick was, the girth stretching my fingers as his had done with my pussy earlier. I longed to bring him to the point of madness just like he’d done with me.

The way his dick throbbed in my hand, pulsing in a rapid beat, matched the way my pulse was skyrocketing. Every few seconds, the little voice inside my head reminded me this was very wrong.

He continued exploring, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers down my face while squeezing my butt with his other hand. Why did I have a feeling if he could smack my buttocks in the water, he would? I felt his tongue near my ear and while I continued stroking his shaft, creating what I hoped was friction, he nipped my earlobe.

I was out of breath, staring at the stars while sensations rolled through me. Every time I bucked against him, splashing the water did nothing to cool me off. I suspected after tonight, the fantasies would roll, nights becoming much more interesting than falling asleep with ESPN on in the background.

Maybe now the extensive collection of sex toys would actually come into some use. Of course I’d need a surrogate after his big, fat cock stretched out my pussy.

With his hand now caressing my jaw, he brought my head down until I was forced to look him directly in the eyes. He certainly had several sides to him, including the one where I’d known by instinct if the jerk in the corridor hadn’t stopped harassing me, Beck would have provided him with a facial transplant.

He stopped moving and so did I, with the exception of my underwater hand continuing to stroke his shaft before bringing the tip between my legs.

Beck had been fun to toy with, an unexpected pleasure for an assignment I’d thought would be nothing but drudgery. Now look where I was.

I certainly would have difficulty adding any personal views to the article. With a heavy sigh just to keep his attention, I rubbed his cockhead up and down my pussy, biting back a moan. What if someone on the other side of the wall heard me?

Wait a minute. Why in the world would I care?

“Do you think you can handle me?” He nuzzled against my neck, offering me a version of the growl I’d heard in the hallway.

“You tell me.” Since I had my legs wrapped around his waist, once the tip was pushed between my already aching folds, I entwined my feet and pulled our heated bodies closer together.

Between how wet my pussy had been all night and the buoyancy of the water, his cock slid in with ease. Yet my body reacted seconds later, my muscles stretching as another much deeper ache was driven into my system.

The effect was incredible, an entire twilight of stars forming in front of my eyes, which had become saucers.

“Oh. My. God.”

His grin was an indication my response had either pleased or surprised him. Every muscle trembled, every inch of my body plastered with goosebumps.

I clung to him with my nails digging into his skin. Our heavy sighs were combined, but his labored breathing became a symphony of guttural sounds when he pulled out, plunging into me again.