Page 103 of Icebound

“I want to come all over your fingers.”

My lips curl against the softness of her neck. That’s exactly what’s not going to happen.

I pull down the zipper of her jeans and dip my hand into the bowl of water by the spinning wheel. Sliding my fingers beneath her panties, I start tracing circles around her clit, all while eyeing the door. No one else is seeing her like this, only me.

She moans. “You didn’t have to use the water, Rhode.”

“I know. You’re always so wet for me, but I wanted to.”

I tug her closer because I need her closer. Using my other hand, I roll her nipple between my thumb and index finger, and her whole body vibrates under my touch.

She moans when I bite her neck, sucking until I leave a red mark for everyone to see. My hard dick digs into her ass, and as she arches back against my shoulder, she forgets about the pottery. The clay’s starting to look like a lump, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it flew off the wheel.

I lick the shell of her ear, tugging on one of her piercings while I pick up the pace of my hand, pinching her sensitive skin. “Do any of those other boys make you feel this fucking good?”

I bite her neck, a bit harder than normal, but she can handle me.

Her knees widen, inviting my fingers to dive deeper into her tight pussy. “No. No one makes me feel like this but you.”

“I do hear I give pretty legendary orgasms.” I nip at her neck as I circle her with my middle finger. Harder, then slower.

She lets out a throaty whimper as she soaks my hand, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Is this what you want from me?” I ask. “Just to give you orgasms? That’s all?”

I move my fingers in smooth circles, flicking her clit for the hell of it. She jumps.

“Yes, that’s what I want.” Her fingers dig into my thighs like she’s trying not to lose control, but I want her to feel safe enough to let go with me.

“Then open those pretty eyes and watch me fuck your pussy with my fingers. Look in the mirror,” I demand, struggling to keep my voice even as her words stir a wave of irritation in me.

I want to be more than the man who gives her orgasms because this girl’s going to stay with me long after she gets on that plane. “Look at how good you look with my hand inside you. So naughty, letting me finger fuck you in a pottery studio when anyone could walk inside, but I bet you like it, don’t you?”

The wheel’s stopped spinning so there’s nothing to hide our heavy breathing as our gazes connect in the reflection. She’s needy and glowing, and it’s all for me.

Her eyes dip to the way my arm’s pumping into her beneath her paint-splattered apron as I rock my dick against her ass, needing my own release. She’s drenched, and satisfaction fills me because I’m the man who made her this way.

It’s so intimate that I’m tempted to look away from our reflection, but I can’t. She’s caught me.

We look good together.

I don’t seem too old for her. If anything, Nina makes me feel younger, like I’ve still got something to look forward to after hockey, even if I don’t have a family.

I scrape my stubble against her cheek and continue pumping my fingers until her breathless gasps turn to whimpers. I rub faster, then slower, bringing her to that edge while playing with her nipple. She bucks wildly against my hands, and all the blood rushes down my body.

This ending is going to be hell for me too.

“Are you close?” I say in a rough voice.

“Yes, so close,” she groans, throwing her head back into my shoulder. “I’m right there. Don’t stop.”

I can feel her orgasm starting when her inner muscles spasm around my hand, and that’s when I slide my fingers out, leaving her wanting. “Sorry, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

She blinks at me in the mirror, slow and confused, like she didn’t hear me. I lift my fingers to my lips. She watches our reflection with rapt attention, and I stare at her as I suck every last drop of her off my hands. I could eat her out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and never get enough of her taste.

“Why?” She blinks again, brows coming together. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I’m proving to you that I’m not just the man who gives you orgasms. I’m the man you stay up until midnight talking to, so if you want one, you have to admit that.”

Planting a loud kiss on her cheek, I stand from the bench, adjusting my painful erection. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.