Page 52 of Ice Contact
We arrive back at my apartment and, once again, barely get in the door before our hands are all over each other. I pick her up mid-kiss and walk her to the bedroom, already imagining what I’m going to do once we get there.
“Are you tired from your game?” she asks, “I certainly don’t want to exhaust you any further.”
I curl a piece of her long hair around my finger. “Olivia, there is nothing you could do to exhaust me.”
She stares back at me with heat in her eyes, my body aching for more. More of her. All of her.
“I want to take care of you tonight, Hayes. Watching you fly up and down the ice, racing to the puck, being there for your teammates, sliding down the bench, you were incredible. You take care of everyone around you, especially me. Tonight, I want to help you relax, unwind, and not worry about a thing,” she purrs, slipping her hands beneath the lapels of my suit jacket and sliding it off my arms, letting it drop to the floor with a delicate swish of fabric. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she reaches for my shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time. Fire courses through every vein in my body as she slips my shirt off my shoulders, gently running her hands over my chest. Her wandering touch grazes lower to unbuckle my belt and my cock twitches beneath her touch as she undoes my pants. I slip my shoes off, flipping them across the room, stepping out of my pants and standing bare before her.
“My, my, Hayes,” she lifts a delicate brow, her eyes dancing as they slowly lift to mine. “Commando after the game?”
I flash her a wicked smile. “After being locked down in gear all night, I need some breathing room down there. And…I didn’t think I’d be wearing them long anyway,” I say with a wink.
“Well, isn’t that presumptuous of you,” she smirks, her eyes filled with hunger.
“Lie back on the bed,” she orders, and I immediately obey her sultry command. She stands at the end of the bed, slowly disrobing herself, taking her time and teasing me with every inch of skin she reveals. I ache for her touch. I can’t help but slowly stroke myself as I watch her strip. Once she’s shed her clothing, all except her sexy set of black lace undergarments, she lowers herself onto the bed, crawling towards me.Holy mother of hockey, my siren iscrawlingto me like the good girl she is. I may never recover from this. Death from a sexy siren is the way I want to go.
“I have a question for you, Hayesy-poo. Do you like being a Milwaukee Rider?”
“Fuckyes. Especially if it involves you in this town with me,” I grunt as she slowly licks my cock from the base all the way to the tip. My pulse races, tightness building in my fucking balls. I am about to come unglued as she teases the fuck out of me. She takes her time, licking me and placing delicate kisses along my length as she rubs my tight thigh muscles.
“Do you think I could be a Milwaukee Rider?” she asks, looking up at me with those fucking expressive eyes, her tongue still teasing me between her words. “Because I want you to lie back and let me ride this crotch rocket all night long.”
“Holy fucking shit. Your dirty little mouth is going to be the death of me,” I say, straining to keep my composure. This sexy woman makes it so hard to last long. She climbs up to kiss me, positioning herself so her soaking wet entrance coats my cock without being inside her. Wait, how is my cock drenched but she’s still wearing…oh fuck me.I can’t control my hips thrusting up from the bed at the realization. “Olivia, are you wearing crotchless panties?”
The corners of her mouth lift, forming a mischievous grin. “They were a late night internet purchase after I had a little too much wine. You like?”
Pulling her hips toward me, I press my hardness against her entrance. “Feel that, siren? That’s how much I like it.” Her head tilts back, her tits spilling out of her bra. She finally leans back and sinks down, taking me deep inside her. “You are so fucking tight. I love watching you take me.”
Olivia pauses, a slight wince on her face, letting herself adjust. “It’s like you were made to fill up my cunt.”
My thoughts exactly.
Olivia slowly starts to move, her voluptuous tits right in my face. I reach up to grab her hips as we find our rhythm, ourbodies crashing together in violent perfection. She leans forward a bit, and …fuck, that angle is heavenly. “Siren, just like that. You feel amazing on my cock, riding me like such a good girl.” Her thighs squeeze my hips as she slides up and down on top of me.
“Hayes, give it to me. Fill up my cunt,” she begs, and I’m done. I raise my hips and explode into her, shaking and screaming her name. She leans forward, kissing me as she climbs off and lies beside me, her head on my chest.
“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” I say kissing her again. “You make me feel so good, not just here in bed, but every day. This just feels-”
“Right.” she says, interrupting me.
“So right. Why does it feel so right?”
“I don’t know. But I don’t want this to end. Ever. This seems too good to be true, and I…I keep waiting for the hammer to drop.”
“I feel the same way. Is there a way to destroy hammers? Like, all of them? Except maybe Thor’s hammer, that thing’s pretty badass.”
“I wish I knew, but for now, I think we just enjoy this moment.” She props herself up on her elbow, her lip trapped between her teeth. “How about you reach down, lube me up with what you just shot inside me, and get me off.”
“Fuck. Are yousureyour ex was a real human man? Who in their right mind would not want to fuck you every day? Multiple times a day. Cancel your plans for the week, we’re not leaving this room,” I say as we both laugh.
“Hayes, I’ve never been like this with anyone else. You just…do something to me. You make me feel safe. Like I can be anything or anyone I want, and you’ll still love me. I’ve never felt this with anyone before.”
I brush a stray piece of hair from her face. “I want you to always be comfortable with me. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before too.” I lean down and kiss her with fire and passion, telling her without words I never want this to end.
I don’t know what is happening, but I know I would give up my own life for this woman. She is my every dream, my every want, and my future. I feel the same way she does, like the hammer is going to drop and this will all be gone in an instant. We can’t predict the future, but I swear on my life, I will never let her go.Especially now that I know she’s up for a little cum play.
“Now,” I growl, “let’s see if I can help you out with your little request.” I slowly reach down between her thighs, using the remnants of my release to help her find hers.
