Page 19 of Hot Mic, Cold Ice

I can feel the heat radiating off him, the raw energy exploding between us. "No," I whisper, my voice trembling. "But fighting with me isn't working either."

Elliot stares at me, his eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my knees weak. In a sudden, dizzying moment, his lips crash into mine. The kiss is hard and desperate, a collision of anger and lust that leaves me breathless.

My body reacts before my mind can catch up, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His grip on my arm tightens, his heartbeat pounding against mine. With a bruising force, he turns me around, pulling me back against him. His hands roam my body, his mouth on my neck. I can distinctly feel his length hardening against me. His tongue runs alongside the shell of my ear as his hand skirts up the back of my neck into my ponytail, pulling it tight.

His other hand moves painfully slowly down my body. Elliot flicks open the button of my jeans with ease. In the moment, I choose not to think about how he is such an expert at it. Instead, I focus on the feeling of his fingers sliding down my body into my underwear.

His thick fingers toy with the edges of the fabric, and I feel a rush of wetness coat me. I know he can feel it, too, because he moves his palm over me, pressing into my core and growlinginto my neck. "Fuck, do you get this wet just for me, Ma Jolie Anatife?"

I try to answer, but words escape me. I'm only left with whimpers as his fingers slide under the fabric down to my clit. His index and middle finger frame my clit, spreading my arousal as they slide up and down, making me incredibly sensitive. Elliot breaks his attention from my neck, bringing it to the mirror in front of us. Making eye contact with me as he slides his middle finger deep into my slit.

His intrusion makes me buckle against him. It has been months since anyone has touched me like this. His firm arm pins me to his body as he strokes in and out of my center and watches my every reaction. Studying my expressions and my sounds, taking in everything that he can get from me. Elliot adds a second finger and continues to thrust his fingers into my cunt at a punishing pace. He brings his mouth back to my ear lobe, giving it a tug before moving my head by my ponytail so he can capture my mouth.

His hand continues to move as much as it can while inside me and confined within my tight jeans. Using his palm, he pounds into my clit with each thrust of his fingers. I break our kiss and whimper, "Oh my god, I'm so close." Elliot uses his other hand to move my head back so that my eyes are locked with his in the mirror.

"Watch yourself come on my fingers," he says, pressing his erection into my back. His fingers never waiver in their pleasuring of me.

I reach behind me, bracing myself on Elliot's thighs, unable to move an inch but afraid that I will lose sensation in my legs before he is done with me. "Yes, right there. Keep going!" Ishout, holding nothing back. Elliot chuckles behind me, grinding into me as he adds a third finger. He puts the full pressure of his palm on my center, curling his fingers deep inside of me, hitting my inner walls, making me fall apart. My orgasms spasms through me, my limbs struggling to steady my weight.

When I am finally stable, Elliot pulls back, both of us gasping for breath, our eyes locking in a silent understanding. The anger is still there, but it has been eclipsed by something far more powerful. I watch in the mirror as he sucks my arousal off of his fingers. Watching him makes me want to jump his bones.

"Ziggy," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion, "Don't look at me like that, or I won't be able to stop."

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of desire clouding my brain, but I don’t want to lose this feeling. I button my jeans, grab my purse, and unlock the door. "We can go back to hating each other afterward, Elliot." I say, my voice unsteady. Because, fuck it, if I don't feel his cock inside of me soon, I’m going to combust.

Chapter 18

Ziggy's words hang in the air between us, challenging me and daring me to face the truth. For weeks, I have been battling this desire for her and now, staring into her fierce, lust filled eyes, something inside me snaps.

"Fuck it," I mutter under my breath, the words barely a whisper but full with the weight of my surrender.

Ziggy's brow furrows in confusion, but before she can say anything, I grab her hand and pull her toward the door. "Elliot, where are we going?" she demands, but I don't stop. I can't.

We burst out of the bar and into the street, the cool night air hitting us like a shock. Without a word, I start speed walking, our footsteps pounding against the pavement. Our breathing comes in ragged gasps. The city lights blur around us, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that I barely register. All I can think about is getting to the hotel, about finally plungingdeep into Ziggy’s sweet pussy and giving in to the desire that has been burning inside me for so long.

Two blocks feel like an eternity, but we finally reach my hotel. I fumble for my key card, my hands shaking with anticipation. As soon as the door clicks open, I pull Ziggy inside, slamming it shut behind us. Our lips crash together in a hungry kiss. I caress her curves, desperate to feel her skin underneath her clothing. To memorize every curve and contour. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I groan against her mouth.

"Elliot," she whispers, her voice breathless and needy. I lift her shirt up over her head, and fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. As I play with her, she unbuttons my pants. She tries to get my shirt off, but my arms are holding it back.

"Take your damn clothes off, St. Germain," she yells at me. When a sexy woman tells me to get naked, I do as I'm told. My clothes come off in a frenzy, discarded in a heap on the floor.

"WHAT IS THAT?" Ziggy squeals, looking down at my growing erection.

I laugh, following her line of sight. '"What?" I ask, knowing damn well what she is referring to. "Oh, that. Those are called piercings, Anatife."

Her sexy-as-sin mouth gapes open at me. "I've never slept with someone with a metal dick before," she says, almost embarrassingly.

I pull her body even closer to me, feeling weak in the knees, groaning into her neck. I quietly say, "Please let me be your first."

Ziggy pulls my lips to hers and kisses me passionately, giving me the answer I need. I lift her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. I give her a look of appreciation before joining her. Instead of letting me get her undressed, she shimmies out of her jeans and boots and pulls me so that my cock is near her head. She is bold. Getting over the shock of a few piercings pretty quickly, she takes my cock into her mouth. Drawing me deep, choking on all of me, I can feel her tongue explore each barbell on the underside of my dick. Each time she swallows, tears roll from her eyes.

"Fuck, you are beautiful. But if you keep going, I'm not going to get to feel you come all over my dick," I tell her, pulling back from her mouth and leaning back onto my knees. "Take off your bra and underwear," I command.

"Yes, sir." She says with a smirk. Once she gets her bra off, I pull her toward me, lifting her into my arms and just off the bed enough to slap her ass cheek.

"You better be careful calling me Sir." I throw her back onto the bed, pulling her underwear down her legs and tossing them beside me. I can see my words making her center glisten. "I need you," I whisper against the skin of her thigh, my voice rough with desire.

"Then take me," she replies, her eyes inviting me, and I do. My mouth devours her pussy, my tongue plunging into her arousal. I had already gotten her ready by making her come on my fingers at the bar, but I still need to taste her. To lap her heat, and get lost in her scent.

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