Page 78 of Ice Cold Hearts

Just the sight of him pleasuring himself makes me unbearably wet. I hold his gaze as I slide one of my hands down my stomach to play with my clit. My breath catches in my throat as my fingers slide further down and slip into my center.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asks, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head.

I smirk. “You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

“I’m the only one in this room who gets to make you come, but first, you’re going to apologize for touching yourself without permission by swallowing my cock,” Ian demands.

“I—”

“Shut up and open your mouth, Kitten,” he growls.

I obey immediately, and he lets my hands go. I brace one hand next to him on the ledge and use my other hand to guide his length into my mouth.

“Fuck, Kitten, your mouth feels incredible,” he breathes.

His hand tangles in my hair as I fuck him with my mouth. All I’m focused on is him as I hollow my cheeks and take him further and further into my mouth. As soon as he gets used to my rhythm, I change from fast to slow and back again, chasing the high of him saying my name again and again.

“I’m close, Kitten,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair.

I rake my nails down the outside of his thigh, and when he spills his seed inside me, it’s with my name on his lips. I swallow before I stand to kiss him, but I can’t help but wonder if he likes the faint taste of him that lingers in my mouth.

He stands and spins us so the back of my legs are touching the tub’s tile ledge almost faster than I can process.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Sit your ass on the ledge,” he demands and drops to his knees in the tub.

“Ian, seriously, your pants are soaked. What—” He cuts me off with a gentle push backward.

I sit on the ledge obediently, shivering slightly when my back and legs hit the cool tile.

“Spread your legs, Kitten. Let me see you,” he coaxes.

He ghosts his fingertips up my parted thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“So perfect,” Ian whispers, almost to himself.

He plants open-mouthed kisses up my thighs, making me sigh. Ian moans as I run my fingers through his soft auburn hair. I shiver as his tongue ghosts over my center. He traces his tongue over me in electrifying patterns, making me cry out his name. My legs shake as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My breaths come in gasps, my stomach muscles tighten, and I come hard. His mouth drops to my opening, tongue diving mercilessly into my center and ripping another orgasm from my body.

I shudder as he lazily traces his tongue over me as I come down from two earth-shattering orgasms in rapid succession.

“I want you to come at least one more time for me, Kitten. Touch your tits for me,” he says, stopping to look up at me.

Ian watches for a moment as I cup my breasts and play with my nipples.

“Fuck, Kitten, just the sight of you is almost enough to make me come,” he says breathlessly.

I look down his body, and the sight of his hard length has me overcome with arousal. Suddenly, his mouth is not enough. I need him inside me.

“Ian,” I beg, “please fuck me.”

He stands up, discards his soaking-wet jeans, and offers his hand to help me off the tub ledge and onto the floor. As soon as my feet are on solid ground, Ian pulls me roughly against him. My back hits his chest with an audible slap. His cock presses against my ass at the same time his hand finds my throat again.

“How do you want me to fuck you, Kitten?” he murmurs in my ear. “Should I pick you up and have you against the wall? Maybe you want me to bend you over this tub and fuck you from behind like a slut?”

I moan and press harder against him as he leaves his mark on my neck.

“Or should I fuck this tight ass and let you play with yourself while I take you?” he asks.

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