Page 10 of On Ice

He unzips my jeans and my heart is pounding so hard I swear he probably hears it. “I’ve never done anything like this,” I mumble.

He cocks his head. “Wait. You haven’t?”

I wince. “I mean, I’ve done this. I’ve had sex. What I mean is, I’ve never crossed a line like this with my boss.”

His laugh is husky. “Oh. You had me worried there for a minute.” He kisses me then, his mouth hot and hungry on mine.

The talking stops at that point. Once his greedy mouth is on mine, it’s game over. I want him inside me tonight. I don’t care about the consequences. I don’t care if fucking the owner of my team could get messy. I just need him. Crave him. I don’t want to be the responsible one tonight. I want to let go and live my life. I don’t really care where it takes me. I just want it. I want him.

We stumble into my bedroom, mouths joined, panting. His scent and taste are all I can think about. We undress fast, like we can’t fucking wait one second longer to touch. I no longer worry about whether or not Luca approves of my dingy apartment. He approves of my body, and that’s good enough. He can’t seem to get enough of my mouth.

We kiss and devour each other’s lips, tongues seeking and greedy. I’ve always loved sex, but this is on another level. I feel shaky and flushed as he lowers himself on top of me. We never discussed who would be the bottom, but it’s obvious it ain’t gonna be him. That’s fine with me. I want to feel him inside me more than I want oxygen.

He’s assertive during sex, almost aggressive even. I expect him to just take what he wants. Once the condom is on, I fully expect him to just use my body however he desires. But he doesn’t. Now that he’s between my thighs, he slows everything down. His kisses become deeper and more sensual. His tongue slides against mine like hot silk.

The aching moans he coaxes from me are embarrassingly needy. But I can’t help it. My entire body throbs for him. Goosebumps rise on my flesh like there’s an electrical current surging through me. I open my thighs and he pushes his hips forward. The press of his dick to my hole has me whining with excitement. I’m like some feral animal, crying out in heat.

When he takes my face between his hands and stares deep into my eyes, I feel like I’m dreaming. Staring into his eyes as he pushes inside me is so fucking intimate, I can’t breathe. He watches me as I take him deep, my body shuddering with pleasure and pain as I accept him inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, trembling as immeasurable ecstasy washes through me. He’s so deep inside me now, I don’t knowwhat to do. He’s still staring deep into my eyes like he’s never seen me before, and my lips part as I plead for something I don’t even know I want.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, looking almost startled.

Then he starts moving his hips.

Whatever pleasure I was feeling before multiplies tenfold. I cry out and dig my nails into his spine, holding on for dear life. I’ve never felt anything like what is happening to me. I have no control over anything. Not my thoughts. Not my sounds. Not my words. I justneedhim in a way I’ve never needed anyone.

His cock is hard and hot inside of me. That thick, stiff shaft moves in and out of my hole, rubbing and pleasuring me until I’m a shuddering mess. He kisses me, and I moan desperately into his mouth. His hips begin to speed up and I sense he’s losing control. Do you have any fucking idea how exciting it is to make a man like Luca lose control?

I meet his thrusts, holding his glittering black-gray gaze. I want to please him so much it hurts. I want him to think about me later. I want him to crave me like I crave him. I don’t want this moment to ever end. One of my hands clutches the sheets beneath me as he thrusts so deep I can’t catch my breath.

I can’t take it. I can’t hang on one second longer.

With a sharp cry, I arch my back and come hard. My eyes roll up in my head because my orgasm is so fucking intense. I dig my heels into the bed, body rigid as I spill my cum between our heaving bodies. His warm breath puffs against my ear as he whispers words in Italian while I climax on his cock.

If I were a computer, my hard-drive would be fried. This amount of pleasure does not compute. My orgasm seemsendless, waves of deliciousness washing through me for what feels like an eternity. The entire time, he watches me with dark hooded eyes, assessing my emotions like an alien from another planet.

Then with a hoarse, “Fuck,” he’s coming too. I feel him swell deep inside of me, and even with the condom on there’s a hot flushing sensation in my very core. His mouth finds mine again and we kiss as he thrusts through his orgasm.

We’re both breathing hard when he finally stops moving inside of me. I bury my face in the curve of his neck, inhaling his woodsy scent and feeling warm and relaxed. This was a really dumb thing to do, but after what I just experienced, I’d be lying if I said I regretted it.

He doesn’t say anything for the longest time. Then he carefully pulls out of me and leaves the bed. He goes into my bathroom, and I sit up and wipe my stomach clean. I have no idea if he regrets what we just did. I couldn’t tell from his blank expression just now when he got off the bed. But sometimes people are weird after sex, and this situation is definitely complicated.

When he comes out of the bathroom, I’m not sure if he’s going to get dressed and leave. I half expect he’ll bolt, so I’m truly surprised when he gets back in bed with me. He sits against the headboard, watching me.

“You okay?” I ask softly. “I… I know this was probably a really dumb idea.” I want to touch him, but I hesitate because his expression is so hard to read.

“Yeah, it was.” His eyes flicker. “It was amazing but… dumb.”

Is he worried I’ll brag about this to the rest of the team or something? I sigh and touch his leg. “It’s okay, Luca. I’m not gonna tell anyone. I wouldn’t do anything that might embarrass you, I promise.”

“You’re worried about me?” He gives a curt laugh.

“You seem tense. I want you to know this isn’t something I’m gonna talk about with anyone.”

“How do you know I won’t talk about it with anyone?” He narrows his eyes.

Confused by his demeanor, I grimace. “I guess I assume we both want to keep this quiet. It does neither of us any good for it to get out, right?”

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