Page 39 of Break the Ice
“You know what it’s like to be the villain, Sugar. Just like me.”
I begin shaking my head, but again he cuts me off.
“So have a little fun. You’re turned on right now. It’s all over you. Give into the dark side for once—and protect your secret.”
“If I do…” I mutter, my heart beating faster. I meet his amused, taunting eyes. I feel strangely alive, strangely thrilled by the challenge. “If I were to give you a blowjob, that’s all you’d be getting. That’s all I’d owe you.”
“If you suck my dick, then that’s all you’d owe tonight, Sugar.”
No other time has Rafe felt like a demon sent to wreak havoc on my life more than this moment. He grins down at me with a glint of mischief and spontaneity. Handsome and sexy as hell even bruised and bloodied.
I don’t understand anything that’s going on anymore.
Because I do give in to his demand. I hold his gaze as my hands reach for the zipper on his jeans. It becomes a near out-of-body experience as I can see myself. The twisted image appears in my mind’s eye as I undo his jeans and pull out his dick.
It’s velvet smooth and hard as fuck. The weight of it feels good in my hand. I run my thumb across the tip of his head and then stroke the length of him with a firm grip.
Rafe releases a throaty moan. His lids flutter open, then shut and the masculine lump in his throat bobs up and down. He reaches out and his rough palm abrades my soft skin ’til his fingers tangle in my curls.
“Suck me off, Sugar. Behave yourself and deep throat me like the talented slut I know you are.”
The words are demeaning and so is the way he forces my head down. Yet I don’t object. I can’t deny how what he says makes my pussy throb harder. What the hell’s gotten into me? Why do his dirty, degrading words turn me on so much?
Why do they only make me want to suck him off even more?
I take his dick into my mouth, aware how there’s no going back from this moment.
I’m about to suck off the Wolves’ centerman, Rafe “Alpha” Golding for his silence on what happened with Mr. Hawk that night.
The media has begun reporting on the police investigation moving from a missing persons case to a potential homicide. They must’ve found some piece of evidence that has led them in a new direction. I can never let any of it be traced back to me.
I lick up that pearly drop of precum from Rafe’s cock and engulf the rest of his length with the heat of my mouth. I wet him with saliva before sliding back enough to stroke him a few times. The change in sensations earns another throaty groan out of him.
The sound’s raw and earthy, like it belongs in the wilderness. A thought that sends another current of passion running through me.
Sucking Rafe Golding off feels wrong and forbidden. It feels like a betrayal to myself, yet it makes me wet. It makes me shudder as I lick the flat side of my tongue up his dick, then suck on his head like a lollipop. His dick feels so thick in my mouth, and I moan around his girth that’s almost too much.
There’s something about the spontaneity and the tense passion in the air that has me lost to the moment.
Rafe’s fingers twist in my burnt-red curls and he pushes me down. His hips buck up. I swirl my tongue around him and test how much more of him I can fit in my mouth before my gag reflex kicks in.
I should slow down and pace myself, but his reactions spur me on.
The muscles in his thighs twitch. His breathing turns heavy and beastly, and his skin goes hot. He closes his eyes and seems to lose himself in the pleasure I’m giving him.
I bob my head up and down and squeeze his balls. “Come down my throat, Alpha. I want to taste your cum.”
He groans and lets go at my pleading. His grip in my mane tightens to the point my scalp prickles in pain and he bucks his hips a few more times. His hot, throbbing dick jerks and then spills on my tongue. I swallow all I can.
The rest I lick up as quickly as possible.
Rafe’s breaths heave out of him as he comes down from his orgasm. He peers down at me with heavy eyelids and a spark of hunger.
I’ve only whetted his appetite. I’ve only started something that’s not yet finished.
Should I be surprised? Did I really think this would end with a blowjob?
He strokes hair back from my face. “Fuck, that mouth of yours is amazing. No wonder you never shut up.”
