Page 52 of Ice Cold Rival

“You can stop any time you want,” he reassured me. “I’ll be here all night no matter what.”

I wrapped my fingers around him in a loose hold. “Where do I start?”

“Wherever you want, but generally, licking and sucking are both good options. Think of it like a lollipop.” He twitched a little in my hand, and I grinned.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like.”

“Wifey, I like everything you do.” He widened his stance as I let my reservations go and explored his body.

I wasn’t a virgin. I’d touched penises before—well, one penis—but this encounter was something new. Reece was a lot bigger for one, and he seemed like he was enjoying my lack of experience.

I was enjoying it too, to my surprise. I’d always been curious, but I’d assumed blow jobs were strictly for the guy. No one had warned me how hot I’d get watching him slowly lose his composure.

His fingers closed around mine, tightening my grip. “Harder.”

We stroked together until I found the rhythm that made his breathing uneven. When he let go, I swirled my tongue around the tip, then took him deep.

His eyes slammed closed as he shallowly thrust into my mouth. “Fuck, Kenzie.”

I did it again and rolled my hips, desperate for something to relieve the ache. Reece fisted my hair and held himself still when he clearly wanted to move. I pulled back, freeing my mouth, but keeping my hands moving.

“Show me what you want. I can take it.”

He traced my jaw, then used his thumb on my chin to open my mouth. “Deep breath.”

With a hand cupping my head, Reece pushed all the way in with one quick snap of his hips, hitting the back of my throat. In some kind of blow job miracle, I adjusted to his size and used my tongue to apply pressure.

Reece slowly pulled out and plunged in again, giving me time to breathe in between movements. I was dripping wet, but squeezing my thighs together did nothing to alleviate the throbbing.

“Eyes on me, little thief.” He gave a tiny tug to my hair, and I moaned, lifting my gaze to clash with his.

“You like when I pull your hair?”

I moaned again, lost in the moment. His grip tightened, right to the edge of pain, and sharp pleasure lit me up.

His voice lowered. “You like when I fuck your mouth?”

Yessss.I loved it—I wanted him as desperate and out of control as I was.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered roughly. “I want you coming all over your fingers while I paint your throat.”

Thank god for pajama shorts. In an instant, I had my panties pulled aside and two fingers matching the rhythm of his hips. My pussy was soaked, and it wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge.

“I’m going to come, Kenzie.” He tried to pull back, but I wasn’t having it.

I wanted the full experience, and he must have realized because he stopped trying to be gentle. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he held my head in place as he thrust roughly once, twice, before letting out a guttural groan.

I swallowed every drop, and as if he’d commanded it, an orgasm slammed into me. Reece released me, and my eyes closed as sharp little explosions rocked my body. He lifted me onto the bed and yanked my soaked pajama bottoms off, replacing my fingers with his.

“Give me another.”

I’d barely come down from my first orgasm before he had me riding the edge again. My head dropped back, and I lifted my hips to his mouth. He sucked hard on my clit, and I went flying again.

Aftertwoorgasms, I couldn’t move. My legs hung limply over the side of the bed, and when I worked up the energy to open my eyes, Reece gave me a smug grin from between my thighs.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“Excellent. Glad it worked out. I’m just going to take a little nap.”

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