Ice Games
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He was also a distracting kisser. Before I knew it, we were at the doorway to his room and I pulled away in a daze, glancing around. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, and the blankets at the foot of his bed were crumpled into a pile. Typical guy.
“Sorry,” he told me. “Maybe we should have gone to your room.”
I thought of my mascara and tear-stained pillow that was totally wet from crying and probably a good bit of slobber, since that went hand-in-hand with sobbing. “Here’s fine,” I told him.
His hands immediately reached for my breasts again, tugging my nipples 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 breasts, 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 nipples, 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 clit with his finger, I arched against him again, whimpering as his fingers worked at my pussy, even as his mouth teased my breast.
My hips 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 naked 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 cock 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 cock 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 pre-cum 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 pussy 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.”
“Sorry,” he told me. “Maybe we should have gone to your room.”
I thought of my mascara and tear-stained pillow that was totally wet from crying and probably a good bit of slobber, since that went hand-in-hand with sobbing. “Here’s fine,” I told him.
His hands immediately reached for my breasts again, tugging my nipples 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 breasts, 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 nipples, 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 clit with his finger, I arched against him again, whimpering as his fingers worked at my pussy, even as his mouth teased my breast.
My hips 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 naked 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 cock 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 cock 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 pre-cum 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 pussy 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.”
