Page 61 of Hot Mic, Cold Ice

:Shame on me.

Ziggy:Exactly.

I'm so glad you

understand.

:So, what time

will you get up here?

Ziggy:No clue.

I know I shouldn't mess with him the night before the game, but I just can't seem to help myself. Giving him a hard time just feels so us. I put my phone back in my purse and head up to Elliot's room, ignoring the mass influx of messages from Elliot.

Knowing that he is there, I knock on the door and wait for him to answer. Elliot yanks the door open quickly. The sight of him takes my breath away. Gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a backwards Red Wolves flat bill hat covering his hair and that damned mustache, perfectly combed. All of his tattoos are on full display. The need between us crackles in the air. He looks me over, his eyes dark with desire.

"About time," he says, moving out of the way and letting me inside. I move deeper into the room, setting my bag on his bed.

"So what color are those nails of yours going to be as they grab my dick," Elliot asks from behind me.

I laugh, turning around to catch him just as he moves to rest his hands above him on the door frame, leaning into theroom. My breath catches as my eyes roam down his side. Is that what I think it is? I take a step closer.

"Hey, Zig, I was just kidding. Sorta." Elliot says, looking a little nervous at my silence.

I reach out my hand and trace a tattoo that I have not noticed before. It's nestled in with the rest of the scene on his side. I don't even know what made me notice it this time.

"What is that?" I ask him. Suddenly, I am full of nerves and afraid of the answer. I pull my lip between my teeth and roll it back and forth.

"It's a shark and his barnacle", Elliot says, his eyes dark, almost dangerous looking.

"Why did you get that?" I ask.

Elliot leans closer, "You know why I got it, ma belle et sauvage Anatife."

Instinctively, my nails scratch down his skin over the tattoo. My actions elicit a response from him. Elliot reaches out, one hand around my head, the other around my waist and down my ass, pulling me closer. His mouth finds mine, his tongue urging me to let him in. I immediately surrender to him, my body wanting nothing more than to be near him. Touched by him, teased, and used by him.

I pull away from him, dropping down on my knees to run my hands up his thighs, my fingers finding the band of his sweatpants. I pull them and his boxers down so he is completely naked for me. I watch as his erection grows, itching to touch him and put him in my mouth. I move my hands higher, finding the base of him, and place a gentle kiss on the tip before taking him fully in my mouth.

I don't last long down there, with his hard length in my mouth, playing with his piercings before he pulls me up to stand. His hands roam my body, lifting my shirt off and throwing it to the side. He quickly spins me, pressing his erection into my back. He moves his hands back down my body, stopping to pull at my nipples and massage the skin on my chest, before continuing down to unbutton my jeans. I kick off my shoes and help him ease my pants off my hips and to the floor.

I go to move to the bed, but he stops me, pulling me flush with his chest. In my ear, I hear him growl. His fingers move to my center, gently rubbing, applying no pressure. Teasing me with a feathery touch. He palms my entrance, pulling me tightly to him, his hard cock now resting on my ass. I can feel each of the barbels against my skin. My god, I want to feel them inside of me.

I wiggle my ass against him, hoping that he takes the bait and devours me. His palm still resting firmly against my slit, he moves it ever so slowly down an inch before slipping a finger inside. His finger moves in and out a time or two before spreading my arousal to my clit. Using his palm to provide delicious pressure, he moves in a circle while pressing a second finger into me. He fucks me with his fingers until I am a panting mess, begging him to fuck me.

"Please give me your cock, Elliot! I need to feel you." I grind out as he continues to finger fuck me.

Giving me a swift swat on the clit and a kiss on the neck, he turns me around and pushes me back on the bed.

"Since you asked so nicely," Elliot says, reaching for a condom.

"Wait, don't. I want to feel all of you." I say, grabbing his wrist. "I have an IUD, and I haven't been with anyone but you since my ex. And I confirmed he didn't give me any diseases."

"I get tested regularly with the team." Elliot says, standing back up, "And there is only you."

Elliot's eyes don't leave mine, waiting for my direction. I give him a smile, "I need to feel you."

"This is it," he said, his voice low and rough. "Once I fuck you bare, we are never going back."

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