Page 14 of Love on Ice

I shake my head. “No. Honestly, I didn’t want the night to end. I was having fun, and I would have loved to continue chatting.” She seems skeptical and I don’t blame her. “My mind wandered while I was laying here, I started thinking about the orgy we watched at dinner, and then I remembered your moans from this afternoon, and then my mind went to fingering you under the table.”

“What could you hear?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.

“Whatever he was doing to you, you really liked it.”

“I did. He knows what he is doing,” she tells me.

“Sounded like it.”

“And you didn’t like what Sunny was doing to you?” she asks.

“I very much liked Sunny’s mouth on my cock. The extra ambiance was a bonus,” I state.

“What else did you do with her?”

I still, contemplating what she’s asking. “I bent her over the bed and fucked her.”

“And is that all?”

I shake my head. “No, she gave me a massage, and then when I turned over, she jumped on my dick and rode me.” My cock is throbbing in my pants, and I need to rearrange it as it’s becoming painful. Harper smirks at my movements.

“You think I’m going to be able to fuck as good as her?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

“And you think you’d be able to fuck me as well as Dom did? Seeing as he had me screaming my lungs out all afternoon.”

“I have faith in my skills,” I tell her.

“Interesting.” She chuckles, her eyes falling on my dick. “You really believe what happens in Paradise stays in Paradise?”

I take a step toward her. “Yes.”

“You’re not going to be jealous if tomorrow you wake up to hearing Dom making me come again and again,” she asks.

“As long as I can have a taste, then no I won’t get jealous,” I tell her.

“But you will be if you don’t get to taste me, is that what you’re saying?” she teases. Fuck. She’s going to cockblock me. I can see it in her eyes, the thought of me going crazy wanting to fuck her while Dom gets her off is turning her on.

“You like the thought of someone else fucking you while I fantasize about doing the same?”

Harper smiles. “You put the idea in my head and now I can’t unsee it.”

“You like the thought of me sitting in the corner while Dom fucks you, and all I can do is touch myself, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” She grins.

“I’d try it.”

Those bright blue eyes widen in surprise. “You would?”

“I’d sit there and study every moan, every gasp that Dom pulls from your body. So that one day I could do it better,” I tell her.

“Oh,” she gasps, surprised at my answer.

“I bet your underwear is soaked at the thought of it.”

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” She grins and I bite my fist as a moan falls from my lips.

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