Page 62 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
"Get in," he ordered.
I reluctantly stepped back into the water, the cold immediately leaching into my feet and up my calves. My nipples pebbled, but I couldn't tell if that was from the chill or anticipation.
“Stay there. Just like that.”
I pressed my lips together, then turned and gave him a pleading face.
"What's the object of this game, Shakespeare?" His voice was harsh and raspy and the very sound of it turned me on.
I sucked in a deep breath and stared down at the deceptive, happy looking bubbles that hid a melted iceberg. Fuck. Could I really come more in cold water?
“Good,” Malcolm reached for a rag and dipped it in the frigid water.
I watched the rag warily, like it would bite, as he stood and gently brought it to the base of my neck. Frosty droplets slid down my skin, over my belly button, toward my mound. Malcolm slowly lowered the rag, letting the fabric drag across my sensitized skin, swiveling it over my belly. Then placing itthere. The cold sensation was so intense it nearly felt like it burned when it reached my most sensitive parts and I hissed.
But then Malcolm leaned forward and latched onto my nipple, flicking it with his tongue. He yanked away the rag, dropping it into the water with a splash, and his magically heated fingers replaced the rag. My sensitive nerves flared to life at the heat and I started to buck in his embrace, brought to the edge faster than I’d ever been.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, bracing my arm on the tiled wall.
Malcolm used one hand to spread me open and the other to gently circle my clit, all while his tongue lapped at my nipple. Even though I was close, Malcolm didn’t rush things. He used slow, lazy circles to tease me into a frenzy, so that I was swiveling my hips, trying to get his fingers to swipe across my clit instead of just around it.
“Please, Malcolm, please!” I begged.
That’s when he finally released my breast and removed his fingers from my pussy.
A whine escaped my lips. “I thought this game was supposed to give me as many orgasms as possible?”
Malcolm just chuckled as he reached for the detachable shower head. “It is. But they’ll be on my terms.”
I growled.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered as he turned the water on, letting more ice-cold water spray over my calves. He raised the shower head, spraying my sides, and finally my chest. Goosebumps appeared all across my skin as my hand sank down and furiously circled my clit. Eventually, I brought myself back to the brink. He moved the shower head up to my hair with one hand, letting cold water trickle into it. And then his other hand, with superheated fingers, sank inside my slit and pumped in and out of me.
It felt like I was getting fucked in a rainstorm. It felt like I’d swallowed the sun. Heat and cold and sensation turned me into a writhing mass of emotions.
I detonated on Malcolm’s fingers, thrusting against them as the flames floating in midair blurred and my vision turned hazy.
Suddenly, Malcolm ripped my fingers away and dropped down, lapping at my sensitive clit and curling his fingers, bringing me to a second mind-altering orgasm before I’d even finished the first. I had to shove his head away before I fell forward on top of him, my legs nearly buckling from the intense sensations.
He gave a grin, wiping his chin as he ordered. “Sit.”
In the ice-cold water?I shook my head. That was too much.
But he repeated, “Trust me.”
Eyes locked on his, jaw clenched, I slid into the cold water and immediately every nerve lit up like I was a damned computer program overclocking it. I hissed, “I hate you.”
He just chuckled. A bar of soap floated gently down my shoulder, over my breast, to my waist, and dipped into the water. It came back up, several degrees colder, leaving a trail of cold droplets in its wake as Malcolm retraced his original path.
Everywhere the water trailed it felt almost as good as if he'd kissed me. Sensation zinged through my body, from my skin to my mind and back again.
Malcolm got onto his knees behind me and gently washed my torso without a word, sometimes allowing his superheated hands to trail over my skin, trace the outsides of my nipples, dip into my belly button. He let my anticipation build in the silence until it was like steam filling the room, invading my vision, and making me twist in the water, seeking his touch.
I licked my lips, prepared to reach up and pull him in for a kiss when he chuckled. "Whoops, I dropped the soap. I'd better find it."
His hands slid down my chilled torso and dipped beneath the water, getting his sleeves wet. But he didn't seem to care. I definitely didn't as his fingers trailed over my thighs.
I spread my legs. "Maybe the soap fell downhere."
