Ice Games (Games #3)(22)
Author: Jessica Clare

His hands immediately reached for my br**sts again, tugging my n**ples between his fingers, and I moaned again, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh. Ty…I…”

“You like that, Zara?” He continued to kiss me, hard, quick little kisses even as he played with my br**sts, driving me wild. “Such a sexy, pretty little body. Love seeing you topless like this, with your hair everywhere.”

I gave him a dazed look, my fingers stroking his jaw, and then curling around his neck. “You do?”

“Yeah. Makes me think I’ll skip the list and go straight for the good stuff.” And he gave me a little push, moving me toward the bed. “Lay down.”

I fell back onto the bed breathlessly, my br**sts bouncing as I thumped, and I noticed the gleam in his eyes as he watched them move. That gave me an entirely different kind of rush, and as I laid back, I stretched my arms over my head, arching my back so my br**sts would point at the ceiling, little needy peaks of want.

This time, it was Ty that groaned. “You little minx. I need to taste those right now.”

I felt the bed sag as he climbed atop it, and he moved to my side, propping up on an elbow. With one big hand, he pulled me toward him, and he immediately planted his mouth onto the tip of one breast.

I sucked in a breath at the shock that rippled through me. Oh wow. “Ty,” I breathed. “Oh god.”

“I’ve got you,” he told me, lips moving against my nipple. He brushed his mouth back and forth against it, tickling me, and then gave it a long, slow lick that made my toes curl, and I got wet all over again. “Love these sweet little tits.”

My hands clenched and fluttered, and I wasn’t sure where to put them. I settled for putting my fists on his shoulders, wanting to somehow touch him but not distract him. I wanted him to keep going.

Luckily, Ty wasn’t about to stop. He cupped my breast and lifted it for his mouth to feast on, and I whimpered again when I felt his teeth graze over my nipple. He gave it a tiny nip, and then sucked away the jolt of pain, and then he moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention.

I moaned and clung to him, my hands digging into his shirt and fisting the material. I was going to stretch the hell out of it. I didn’t much care, either. This was incredible. I arched my back again, pressing my br**sts against him, needing more.

“That’s my Zara,” he told me, voice muffled as his mouth continued to graze my flesh. His hand released my breast and began to trail down my belly, even as he continued to lean over me and nibble at my n**ples, teasing them into stiff, aching peaks.

Then his hand slipped into my panties again, stroking through my slick flesh. He rubbed tiny circles against my cl*t with his finger, I arched against him again, whimpering as his fingers worked at my p**sy, even as his mouth teased my breast.

My h*ps flexed, and I started to buck against his hand, unable to help myself. My orgasm was getting close, and we were still in the heavy petting stage. “Ty,” I moaned. “Ty, please…”

To my dismay, he pulled his hand out of my panties, and I let out a small whimper of protest. He lifted his head and grinned at me, and then leaned in to give me another furious kiss that had me panting for more. “Let’s get those panties off of you.”

At this point, he could have ripped them off with his teeth and I wouldn’t have cared. I needed him desperately, and my orgasm, which had been so close, was ebbing away fast. As he got up off the bed, I reached down and slid my panties off my legs, then shimmied them onto the floor with a kick of one leg. I was totally nak*d and on Ty Randall’s bed.

And he was still fully clothed.

I sat up on my elbows, blinking at him. “Are you going to undress?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good,” I told him. “I want to explore you, too.”

That made him pause, and he grinned even as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. “You want to check me out—all you have to do is say so. I am more than happy to oblige.” His hands went to the belt at the waist of his jeans, and he loosed it as I sat there, watching, rapt. Then the belt was unhooked, and he undid his zipper, and his jeans fell to the ground, presenting me with a pair of white boxer briefs that were stretched to the limit over his erection. The front of his shorts were wet in spots where the head of his c*ck had rubbed against them.

My mouth went dry. He looked…huge. Like, I knew things worked thanks to nature and Cinemax and all, but was it just me, or was Ty bigger than most guys? I had no comparisons to make, but he seemed rather large at the moment, and I was rather…not.

Then his boxer briefs went to the floor.

I stared. I couldn’t help it. I’d seen dick in movies and on the internet—who hasn’t? But seeing it up close and personal and waiting to go between my legs? Kinda put a different perspective on things. Ty was, well, hung. His c*ck was big and thick, and there was a large vein running along the underside down to his balls. The head was prominent and nearly dark purple. As I watched, a bead of pr**um appeared and slid down the crown.

I licked my lips and glanced back up at him. His gaze was intently focused on me, though he wasn’t making a move toward me in the slightest.

“Well,” I said, tilting my head. “That’s…impressive.”

Ty chuckled. “I could get used to hearing that.”

“I’m surprised you don’t hear that a lot,” I admitted.

“Oh, I do. I just like hearing it from you.”

I frowned, because he’d just admitted that he’d had a lot of partners. God, no wonder he’d been all disappointed when he heard I was a virgin. Was I sucking at this? I chewed on my lower lip, concerned.

“I can tell what you’re thinking, Zara,” Ty said, and sat on the corner of the bed next to me. “You’re not good at hiding your expressions like you think you are.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You’re thinking that I’m hating that you’re a virgin, right?”

Damn. The man was psychic. “I just…don’t want to be bad at this.”

“You’re overthinking things. I guarantee you won’t be thinking about much when my mouth is on your p**sy and you’re coming, okay?” He reached over and grabbed my hand, and I sat up on the bed, facing him. “You’re fine. You’re just nervous, and that’s to be expected.” He gestured at himself. “Now, you said you wanted to play, too?”

I did. I flexed my fingers and eyed him thoughtfully. I wanted to run my hands all over those muscles and bite them. Was that weird? I supposed I’d soon find out. I got up on my knees and put my hands on his shoulders again, and then slid to his arms. And I couldn’t help it, I squeezed them a little. “You’re big everywhere, Ty.”

“A man loves to hear flattery,” he said, grinning. He remained stock still as I touched him, though. Probably afraid that reaching for me would scare me off. Probably right.

I ran a hand down his arm, admiring it. The muscles in his biceps were incredibly well-defined, and even his forearms seemed strong—a thick vein tracing through his arm. There was a dusting of light hair on his lower arm leading to his hand, and I lightly ran my fingers along his skin. “No tattoos?”

“Nah. My managers wanted to give me a squeaky-clean image. No tatts, no piercings, no wild stuff, nothing.” He gave an ironic laugh. “Guess how that worked out for me.”

“Not well?” I said teasingly, and spread my fingers as I placed my hands flat against his pectorals. They were two well-defined flat muscles here, and I brushed my thumbs over his n**ples, wondering if he was as sensitive there as I was.

His c*ck twitched in response. I guessed yes, he was.

I smoothed a hand down his belly. Utterly flat, without a bit of fat to him. There were little ridges for his six pack, though it wasn’t defined quite like a male model’s was. He was just strong and thick all over. Masculine. I decided I liked his chest better than a super-sculpted one.

My hands then went to his big, corded thighs, avoiding his cock…or saving it for last. I squeezed his thigh, and then raked my nails across it. I loved his big thighs. Loved how utterly strong he was. “Do you kickbox?”

“Most MMA fighters do, yeah. It’s a good discipline for leg offense.”

I nodded, sliding my hand over his thigh again. Then I leaned in and pressed my face to his neck, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, breathing in his scent. I wanted to bury myself against his skin, taste him, everything. I licked his shoulder and loved his groan of response. So I did it again, licking hard and then sucking at his skin, even as my nails raked down his thigh again.

I felt his c*ck jerk against my belly, felt the low groan in the back of his throat. And then I wanted to touch all of him. My hand slid downward, and I hesitantly touched his c*ck with my fingertips.

“That’s right, baby,” he encouraged, and his hand stroked my back. “Touch me.”

I grazed him again, and then grew bolder and wrapped my hand around his length. He was thick, my fingertips barely touching as I circled him. I squeezed, fascinated by the feel of him. His skin was velvety soft, and scorching hot, but underneath, he was rock hard. Fascinating…and delicious. I gave him a hesitant pump with my hand.

He groaned, his mouth seeking mine, and he claimed my mouth with a hard, possessive kiss that I loved. I moaned against his mouth, my fingers sliding over his c*ck again, tracing the head. Pre-cum was beaded there again, and I dragged my fingers through it, and then spread it around the crown in little circling motions.

Ty pushed against my hand, his h*ps flexing, and I felt him cup my breast again, rolling the nipple against his thumb over and over again. My moans became pants, and I gripped him tighter, stroking him again even as his mouth plundered mine. This was so incredibly erotic that I felt close to coming from simply touching him and having him play with my breast.

When I pumped a third time, though, his hand went to cover mine. “No, baby,” he told me in a soft voice, breaking our deep, intense kiss. “You’re going to make me come, and I want to be inside you for that.”

I nodded, leaning in for another kiss.

This time, though, he pressed a quick one to my mouth and then shifted on the bed. “Lie on your back. I want to taste you again.”

I quivered at the thought. Wanting to taste me could only mean one thing. I moved my legs and fell back onto the mattress, and then I clamped my knees together again as he moved over me.

Ty leaned in to give me a kiss, and then began to trail his mouth down my body. Kisses were pressed on my br**sts, my stomach, my belly-button—and then he went further south. His hands gently nudged my knees apart, and I spread for him, hesitant at first. At further nudging, I opened wider, and he dropped off the side of the bed, pulling me toward him, where he knelt on the floor. My h*ps were on the edge of the bed, and my legs dangled over the side. As I watched, Ty lifted one of my thighs and placed it over his shoulder, then the other.

Then, he gave me a wicked, wicked look before leaning in and burying his face in my p**sy.

I sucked in a hard breath, shocked by the feel of him down there. I didn’t know how to process it at first. It was too intimate. He moved his head a little, and I felt his tongue stroke along my clit, and a ripple of pleasure moved over me. Oh…that was pretty good.