Ice Games

by Jessica Clare

  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.”

  “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 nipples, wondering if he was as sensitive there as I was.

  His cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 hips 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 breasts, 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 hips 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 pussy.

  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.

  Ty must have noticed my twitching in silence. He lifted his head and glanced up at me. “How we doing?”

  “Not bad.”

  “Not bad?” He raised an eyebrow, and then chuckled. “I know a challenge when I see one.”

  And his head descended between my legs again. His tongue stroked over my clit again, this time slow and sensual, and then he licked again. The pressure changed a little, and I squirmed against him. His hand clamped down on my hip, holding me in place, and then he continued to do the same motion, licking a little harder, and then faster.

  Oh…that was…yeah. That was actually feeling really damn good. My hips rolled of their own accord, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat. He changed it up a little, sucking on my clit in a way that felt totally different, but equally good, and I squirmed. “Ty…”

  “Yeah, baby?” I felt his hand shift and move between my legs, and then his finger pressed at the entrance of my core.

  “I need…more. I think.” My hands clenched at the blankets, desperate to hold on to something.

  “I’m going to give you more, Zara. Don’t worry.” His husky voice was as erotic as his touch, and I shuddered in response. One thick finger pressed into me, and I whimpered, this time not entirely with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he told me. “Let me know i
f I hurt you.”

  Right now I didn’t care if he hurt me. I just wanted him to put his mouth on my clit again. So I said, “I’m good.”

  He pushed in and out with his finger, and I sucked in a breath, because that was a different sort of sensation than his mouth on my clit, but it was still good. It made me want to clamp down around him, lock my legs behind his back and hold him there. Ty pushed again and then his mouth was back on my clit, feasting once more.

  I moaned when he pushed deep, and then it felt like he had two fingers inside me, and the stretching, pinching sensation happened again. I opened my mouth to complain, but he sucked on my clit, distracting me. His tongue was working rapidly, and the fingers drove in and out of me, harder and faster. An orgasm was building, just on the edges of my consciousness. I clung to the blankets, my hips raising. “Don’t stop,” I told him. “Don’t stop.”

  The bastard stopped.

  I whimpered a protest, but then he was moving over me, coming to press another kiss on my mouth.

  “You doing okay, Zara?”

  “No,” I whined, clinging to his neck. “You fucking stopped, and I was so close.”

  He chuckled and pressed another kiss to my mouth. “I’ll get you there again, I promise. I’m going to get condoms. Be right back.” He detangled from my needy grasp and sprinted to the bathroom.

  Ty returned a moment later, smoothing a condom over his cock. I barely had time to glimpse it before his body was pressing onto mine again, and my arms gleefully stroked his back, caressing him. My mouth sought his, and he gave me another open-mouth kiss, our tongues tangling even as he shifted, moving his body between my legs and spreading my thighs wide with his hand. This time I went easily, hopefully, desperate to get relief. I wanted that orgasm.

  He shifted again, and then I felt his cock press against my entrance. I tensed in anticipation, waiting for him to move. Instead, his fingers moved to my clit and he began to play with it again.

  I was so distracted by that touch that I relaxed, pushing against his fingers. His thumb grazed against my clit again, and I moaned.

  And then he sank into me.

  I sucked in a breath, my body stiffening. That…had not been a pleasant sensation. Something entirely too big and thick felt crammed inside a too small space, and a sharp needle of pain had flashed through my insides.

  “You okay?” Ty kissed me again, and then continued to press light kisses on my face. “Talk to me.”

  “Feels a little…twinge-y,” I lied. Felt like a brick had been shoved up into my girl parts. “I’m fine.”

  “You’re still a shitty liar,” he told me, and his fingers continued to flick at my clit. “Give it a minute. It’ll go away.”

  “Mmm,” I told him, getting distracted by his fingers. “Just don’t stop doing what you’re doing down there,” I breathed. “I like that.” And him being stuffed inside me? Was doing weird things to my senses. My toes were curled, and I was getting weird tingles of sensation that weren’t unpleasant. It made me want more.

  When I shifted again, Ty pulled back and thrust into me. I winced, because that still felt raw, but it wasn’t as bad as before. He regarded me for a long moment, not moving again. “Still okay?” There was strain in his voice, and I knew he was holding back because of me.

  So I nodded. “I’m good.”

  The next time he drove into me, it barely hurt. His fingers kept teasing my clit, though, and I was starting to lift my hips with his thrusts. He surged forward again, burying himself, and then began to move in smaller strokes, pumping in and out, hips flexing. That…oh, that felt really good. My fingers dug into his shoulders and I tried to pull him down closer. I wanted more of that.

  “Put your legs around me, Zara.”

  I did, wrapping them around his waist and locking my ankles behind him. That changed the angle of his thrusts, and when he rocked into me again, I gave a startled little gasp, my eyes going wide at the bolt of pleasure. That orgasm was tickling at the fringes again, and I began to raise my hips with him, needing more. “Ty,” I breathed, “Oh…it’s getting nice again. I like this.”

  “Good, baby,” he told me. “That’s good.” And he drove into me faster, his pounding thrusts taking on a harder edge.

  Within minutes, I was clinging to him, making inarticulate noises of pleasure as he drove into me. I was still searching for that orgasm, pursuing it with every cant of my hips against his, every slam of his balls against my flesh, every flick of his thumb against my clit. I was so close! Why wasn’t I coming? I could feel it just out of reach.

  Then, Ty shifted again, and his cock brushed something deep inside me when he stroked down again.

  And I went off like a rocket. My legs clenched tight around him, and I felt my pussy spasm around his cock as my entire body reacted to the orgasm. I gurgled his name in the most unsexy way possible, and that gurgle turned into a moan as the pleasure ripped through me.

  And then Ty slammed into me, hard, seeking his own release, and I kept quivering, the orgasm kept pounding through my veins, and I whimpered even as he stroked harder and harder. Oh god, this orgasm was never going to end, and I was going to die of bliss.

  Ty bit out my name, and then he pushed against me, hard, and held there for a long moment, while I shuddered around him. Then, he collapsed on top of me, his skin moist with sweat. He’d come.

  And I had come like crazy.

  Wow.

  I panted in the bed, trying to catch my breath. That was…holy shit. I had no words. Heck, I’d had no words during the latter half of sex, either. I was pretty sure the sound I made when I came wasn’t entirely human.

  How embarrassing. Even now, my legs still twitched with aftershocks with Ty’s cock still buried deep inside me, his big body propped over mine.

  He lifted his head, skin flushed, and gazed at me. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” I was pretty sure I could feel my cheeks turning red. What kind of small talk did one make to a guy that was balls-deep inside you? “So, um, thanks?”

  Ty laughed, rolling off to the side and then out of the bed. “You don’t have to thank me, Zara.”

  “Well, I thought it would be better than discussing the weather.” I watched as he moved to the garbage can and peeled off the condom. He was still hard, which was fascinating. I thought guys went limp right away? Guess not. He toweled his cock off, and then tossed the towel to the ground and headed back to bed with me.

  I scooted over to let him in, and he grabbed the mess of blankets, tossing them over us. Then he got into bed, pulled me against his side, and began to nibble on my ear again.

  That made those crazy aftershocks start shooting up my legs again. I squirmed, but didn’t try to get away. It felt too good.

  “So what now?” I asked him.

  “What do you mean, what now?” He brushed a lock of hair away from my ear. “You hungry or something?”

  “No, I guess I mean…after the show.” I wanted to say what about you and me? But I didn’t have the guts.

  “Well…now that the show’s over, we go back to the real world and see if we were able to patch our careers.”

  Back to the real world. Yeah. Not what I wanted to hear, but I wasn’t surprised. He was a fighter in Vegas, and I lived in Ohio. We weren’t happening. I knew that. I’d known that all along, of course.

  And yet, I was still disappointed to hear it. “Yeah,” I said. “It’ll be weird to go back to our normal lives.”

  He shrugged. “Has to happen at some point.”

  It did. I got quiet.

  “So how was it?” He asked me. “Your first time?”

  “Not bad,” I said again, putting the teasing back into my voice.

  He laughed, mock-biting my ear. “You’re impossible to please, Zara Pritchard. It’s clear that I’m going to have to go for round two.”

  “Round two?”

  “Well, yeah. You didn’t think I was just going to roll over and fall asleep, did you?” His mouth grazed my s
houlder.

  “The thought had occurred to me.”

  “No, I plan on tonight being a wild event of mind-shattering, brain-melding sex. At least, that will be my contribution to the team. How about you?”

  I pretended to think for a moment. “I…can put my ankles behind my ears?”

  “Oh shit, really?” Ty looked dazed. “Fuck, I’m hard again already.”

  I laughed. “Would you like a demonstration?”

  “I…think I just might.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Do I regret anything about the show? That lousy scoring system, maybe. My partner? Absolutely not. Zara was amazing. She was the only reason we made it as far as we did. I don’t want to hear anyone say anything bad about her in my presence. Ever. Understand? — Ty Randall, to interviewers, Post-Show

  ~~ * ~~

  Ty had been right about the windows in his room; they were killer. I squinted at the sunlight pouring onto my face, raising a hand to protect myself from the too-bright light. What time was it?

  At my side, Ty burrowed his face further into his blankets, and then he pulled me against him, using me as a human shield against the light.

  I wiggled out of his grasp. “Can’t stay. Have to pee.”

  He mumbled something and released me, and I sprinted to his bathroom.

  I finished my business in there and headed to his mirror to do a quick check of how I looked. In short: awful. I had stubble-burn on my collarbones, a hickey on my neck, and the back of my hair was a poofed up rat’s nest. There were circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep, and they were puffy. I also had the dopiest grin on my face.

  The inside of my thighs were sore, as were other, ahem, parts, so I took a quick shower to loosen my muscles. By the time I emerged from the bathroom, Ty had his back to the window and was sound asleep again. I contemplated getting back into bed with him.

  And then I sighed heavily.

  What was the point in getting back into bed with Ty? Last night had been incredible, but it was now morning. That meant that one of the assistants would arrive soon to pick up our luggage and take us to the airport, and we’d go our separate ways. That was it. End of story.