Page 149 of Green Flag
She heaved herself up, grabbed the bucket of ice and shuffled down to the end of the bed on her knees.
With a firm grip, she pushed me down to sit on the edge of the bed and positioned herself between my legs, taking my erect cock and fisting it slowly as my head fell back and I grunted.
The crashing of the bucket on the fall, the crunch and clash of ice couldn’t take me out of the trance her mouth had on me. She no longer needed my guidance as I let her play with me, sucking, rolling and flicking her tongue, taking me deep then focusing on the head of my cock she’d bounced on.
I imagined her hot, wet mouth to be her pussy and nearly came on the spot.
“Is it warm?” she asked before another long lick up my shaft.
Gathering her hair in my hands, I grunted out a “yes.”
“And now?” she asked, taking me in her mouth again, nearly balls deep. But it was a different sensation. Tingling with how cold it was in comparison and tightening my balls, stiffening my cock even further.
“Shit,” I grunted and pulled her head back by her hair. “What did you just do?”
She lifted an ice cube in her hand before popping it in her mouth and sucking on it again. “Temperature play. That’s a thing, right?”
I had no idea, but it was now.
“Fuck—that was… different.”
She sucked on the ice and pulled it out of her mouth with a popping sound. “Different good, right?” she asked, breathless.
“Everything you do is good,” I told her and pressed my cock back to her wet lips.
She sucked on me, taking me like the good girl she was, coating my cock in her saliva, until I was thrusting into her mouth. Lost in the motion, in everything she was, I didn’t notice the warmth of her throat again.
When she came up to breathe, she pressed the ice back into her mouth before falling back onto her hands on the floor.
“You okay?”
She shook her head, grumbling in the darkness. “Is ‘urning — ‘urning. Is purning!”
“What?” I cried, crouching down to her level.
“Ife! Purning!” she said around the cube in her mouth.
“It’s stuck to your tongue?”
She nodded ferociously, and then she cackled, laughing so loud I knew the hotel staff were about to reprimand us. “Is ‘rozen!”
“Shit,” I cursed and pushed back her hair to try and see her better. “No, don’t pull at it!”
She dropped her hand from her mouth and even in the dark, I knew she was giving me an ‘are you serious?’ brow raise.
“You’ll hurt your tongue,” I warned, guiding her to face the window so I could get a better look in the light. “And I quite enjoy your tongue.”
She snorted, but even that sound was more of a huff with the obstruction.
“It should melt off soon,” I told her. “Just got to be patient.”
But she reached for my still-hard cock and I squatted her away. “Everly.”
“‘Uca,” she said in the same chiding tone.
The humour blasted through my concern for her and I fell at her side, laughing so hard my stomach hurt. “Come here, you experimental queen,” I said and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.
“It failed,” she said, sounding a bit more normal.
