Page 106 of Born of Ice

The warmth is gone as an ice chill takes over my body and my eyes lock on the frozen lake out the window.

Crack.I hear the ice call out.

A warning?

Or a welcome?

“If you will twist your fingers any more, you’ll lose them,” Exton says without taking his eyes off the road.

We’ve been driving for over two hours now and with each mile, my nerves have gotten worse and worse. The doom of Boston hovering over me. The doom of seeing my doctor and hearing…hearing what?

That I can get back to skating? Or that I can’t?

Stella wanted to come along but I pleaded with her to stay and not disrupt her day when I already had Exton taking me anyway. The truth is, I couldn’t deal with Stella’s excitement about something that scared me to death.

The last time I was here, my every dream was crushed into a pile of evaporating frost and there is nothing preventing it from happening again.

“Fucking hell, little star. If you think any louder, I won’t hear the music.”

I send him a small glare but even that doesn’t pack a punch, I’m too wrung out. Exton senses it because he lets out a long exhale, his right hand that’s been on my knee the whole way, squeezes me.

I’m still marveling at the fact that I feel that.

“Then stop being a creep and reading my mind.”

“You love it.” He winks, sending me his dazzling smile before turning back to the road and I return it. Of course, I love it. “Maybe you need my cock to get out of your head?” Exton teases but I perk up.

To my astonishment, I feel the need for exactly that. I need him. Need him to take my mind off these life-changing decisions. Need to feel the one thing that feels concrete in my life.

Sure. Dependable and so perfect.

“Why are you all quiet over there?” he asks skeptically and his eyes bounce to mine before he groans. “Oh, hell, Electra! Do not look at me like that right now. I can’t pullover anywhere here. Do not sink your teeth into your lip, God!” He beats his head against his headrest.

“You don’t need to,” I tell him and before he can ask why, I release my seatbelt, bending over the console as my fingers work his belt, button and zipper open.

“Jesus Christ, woman! What are you doing?” Exton asks but his voice is a bit frantic and a whole lot needier than it was a second ago.

“I need your cock. You offered, haven’t you?” The car sways a bit at my words as my hands work at pushing his jeans past his hard dick and Exton pushes up slightly, helping me while cursing under his breath.

“You’re going to blow me while I’m driving?” he asks with disbelief and awe.

“Mm-hmm. I need you,” he whimpers as I wrap my hand around his thick length, my fingers not touching because he’s too big for my small hand, but I love the feel of him. I love how velvety soft he is while being hard as a rock.

My nervous thoughts long forgotten when I see the small bead of pre-cum pooling at the top of his smooth head and my mouth waters, remembering exactly how good he tastes. How right it feels to swallow each drop, and I lick it up, scooping the pre-cum as it coats my tongue and I moan.

“I’m existing in the parallel fucking universe,” Exton says, his words strained as his hands grip the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles are white, and I chuckle, licking his head again. “Don’t play with me, little star, take your cock down your throat like my good cum slut. Fuck your mouth for me. Take what you need.”

I whimper and hastily wrap my lips around him, sliding my mouth down on his length. Sucking him like that’s all I need in my life and Exton curses again, one of his hands fisting around my hair as he holds me tight, moving my head up and down faster, making me take him deeper and deeper until I gag.

“Relax for me, little star. You need me deeper, don’t you?” he growls, and I nod around him like a bobble head, my own hips twisting and grinding against the seatbelt buckle currently digging in between my legs and I’m so not mad about it. I needany friction I can get because sucking Exton’s cock seems to be my vice.

Just to be clear, I despised it before. I could count the number of times on one hand I did it willingly before. That’s it. But just the thought of having him spilling down my throat makes me lose it. It turns me into someone I’ve never met before.

And I haven’t. Because she was asleep. Waiting for him.

“Fuck, you suck my cock so, so good, little star. You love him in your mouth, don’t you?” I nod again and he tightens his hold on my hair in answer. “My good girl, my perfect little cum slut. Choke on my cock, take it fucking all.”

I have no idea how we are still driving. How we haven’t crushed yet because Exton can’t hold back any more than I can, his hips are moving, thrusting into my mouth with the same ferocity that I suck. And it all feels so damn good.

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