Page 52 of On Thin Ice

His grin turned a little shy. “I can even come just from kissing if it’s good enough.”

My stomach flipped, a flicker of heat burning to life in my belly but not going much further. Bell was the only person I’d ever kissed like I couldn’t get enough, but we’d neverjustkissed. It had always led to more.

Now, I was curious to test a theory.

I rolled over him, pinning his wrists above his head and feeling him go pliant beneath me.

Bell’s pupils blew wide, and I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him.

Slow.

Deep.

Greedy.

Kissed him like I’d been starving my whole life and only just figured out what I was missing.

He kissed me back just as hungrily, his tongue stroking mine, his fingers breaking free of my hold and sliding into my hair like he couldn’t bear not to touch me.

After a minute, I felt him harden against my stomach.

I huffed a laugh against his mouth. “Oh, to be twenty-three again,” I muttered, amused and a little bit in awe.

Bell pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, his hair a messy halo against the pillows. “Fun fact: I have an incredibly fast refractory period. I once came five times in a single night.”

Something about the thought of Bell fucking someone else made my chest tighten with jealousy. Before I could catch myself, a low growl rumbled in my throat.

He laughed, seemingly delighted. “Relax,” he said, tapping my flank with two fingers. “It was a solo experiment. Had to know my limits.” He grinned wider, absolutely unrepentant. “I fucked my hand until my cock was raw. I could barely skate the next day.”

I snorted, dropping my forehead against his. “Of course you did.”

He nipped at my lower lip, his hands sliding down my back, and started grinding up against me, his hard cock dragging against my skin.

Even though it felt fucking incredible, I wasn’t as young as I used to be. My body was officially tapped out. I groaned in frustration.

But then I had an idea.

Just because I couldn’t come again didn’t mean he had to go without.

“You want my mouth?” I asked, a little breathless at the thought of him fucking my face again.

Bell’s eyes sparkled. “You really are a greedy little cum slut, aren’t you?”

“If it’s yours? Yeah.” I rolled off him and onto my back. “Now get up here and fuck my face.”

Bell’s laugh choked off into a groan when he wrapped his hand around his dick and knee-walked up the length of my body, guiding himself toward my open, waiting mouth.

I smirked up at him and licked a fat, slow stripe up the underside of his dick.

His answering groan was filthy, his free hand tightening in my hair like he didn’t know if he wanted to hold me still or shove into my mouth.

I opened wide and let him slide in, the thick weight of him resting heavily on my tongue.

He cursed under his breath, his hips giving a little jerk.

I lifted my head to suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and letting him fuck into my mouth at his own pace.

His noises were devastating. Low, broken sounds that made my whole body light up. Made me drunk on him. Made me feel like I could live on the way he mewled when I swirled my tongue just right.

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