HOT ICE: Complete Sporting Romance Series

by Lily Harlem

  My nipples tightened. A need, a hunger was growing rapidly between my legs. And the fact that my emotions were ballooning with joy was making every sensation all the more exquisite. All the more intense.

  He skimmed down my narrow hips. “Can we do this my way now?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

  “Yes,” I said. “Yes, let’s do it your way.” I was so ready to hand myself over to him, completely. Whatever he wanted from me I wanted to give it. I knew it would be good, damn good and I was done with trying to hold back my needs, this is what I needed and I was going to take it.

  His mouth stretched into a smile and he stepped backward. “Follow me,” he said, twisting his fingers with mine.

  I stepped over my dress lying in a heap on the floor at my ankles, kicked off my sandals and followed him.

  He tugged me into the huge marble bathroom, jacked on the shower faucet and began to strip off his own clothes. Within seconds, the double cubicle was a fog of steam and the mirror had clouded over. I slipped my earrings out, rested them on the shelf and let my gaze trail up Brick’s gorgeous naked body. He was so utterly confident in his nakedness, his huge erection stuck forward and the ring glinted temptingly. I salivated.

  Oh, how I want to taste him again.

  “You look good enough to eat,” he said, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip. “I might in a minute.”

  “You, too.” I giggled and stepped into the cubicle. Piping-hot water rained overhead and spurted from side jets. Instantly it soaked my hair flat and sent rivers sliding down my body. I turned as he stepped in behind me. Suddenly I realized just how desperate I’d been for this moment. He was everything I wanted and more.

  I slid my hands up his wide chest, tickling through his chest hair until I reached his collarbones. I traced them with my fingertips then pressed my lips to the right one. He fastened his arms around me and pulled me close, his erection pressing rigid onto my stomach and my nipples flattening against his chest. Being in his embrace was so utterly perfect. It was where I was meant to be. I stuck out my tongue and dipped into the groove at the bottom of his throat, tasting water but also his musky, male flesh beneath.

  “Turn around,” he said, applying pressure to my shoulders.

  I did as he asked. The scent of lemons swirled with the steam. He swept his slippery hands down my back. Rubbing and circling, easing over my buttocks. They came around my waist. Spread citrus suds up to my breasts where he lingered. Teasing and twirling my nipples to hard points.

  I sighed and rested my back on his chest.

  “You have the best tits ever,” he murmured into my hair. “Seriously, I can’t understand the fuss about big ones. Yours are so responsive, so damn cute.”

  I watched, fascinated as he tweaked and pulled. My nipples got harder and harder and the need in my pelvis turned into an ache—a demanding, desperate ache. I squeezed my legs together, gave my clit some pressure.

  “And this little strip of hair,” he said, sending one hand over my belly into my pubic hair. “It’s so pretty it makes me want to kiss it.”

  “Yes,” I said, suppressing a whimper of desire. “You should definitely do that.”

  A chuckle rumbled up his chest and vibrated onto my back. “Don’t you worry, I will.” He moved his fingers farther between my legs and pressed on my clit. His touch was an electric shock and blood rushed to my pussy.

  “Oh God,” I said as my knees turned weak.

  “Open up,” he whispered. “Let me in.”

  I spread my legs and tipped my face up to the water. I could feel my clit swelling, searching him out, pulsating for more of his pressure.

  But I didn’t get more pressure. Instead he slid his big finger farther into my folds.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I dragged in a breath and reached for his corded forearms as one thick finger found my entrance.

  “You’re so hot, Carly,” he murmured. “So soft and so hot.”

  I whimpered a reply, pressing down on him for more.

  He groaned as his cock rubbed between our wet bodies.

  “I’ve been thinking about this day and night,” he said. “What your pussy’s going to feel like when I touch it with my fingers, my mouth, my cock. When you described it, it nearly made me come right there and then.”

  “Yes.” I sank a little, wanting to feel him push his finger into me more than anything else in the world. “Yes, Brick, please.”

  He pushed in, slowly, as if savoring every tiny section of my internal flesh. I clamped my muscles around him and moaned. The guttural sound filled the shower and hovered in the damp air surrounding us.

  “Ah, fuck, you’re snug, so snug and tight. Lord help me.” He pushed in farther, second knuckle-deep, and his palm caught my clit.

  “Please,” I whimpered pathetically. “Please, now.”

  He withdrew his hand. “Yes, now,” he said in a determined voice, practically lifting me from the shower cubicle. “I’ve had it with waiting.” He draped a huge fluffy towel over my shoulders then hastily dried himself off. I stared at his erection. Under the bright lights of the bathroom it looked such a deep red and was so engorged it actually appeared painful.

  He saw me looking and smiled. “Don’t panic,” he said. “We’ll fit perfectly.”

  “I know.” We were perfect in every other way, so why not this one too? I gave my hair a quick rub with the towel and then let him dab me all over to soak up the worst of the drips.

  He led me back into the room but not over to the bed, to the dressing table where he turned me to the mirror and stood behind me.

  “Bend forward,” he said.

  “But―”

  “Bend forward and look in the mirror.” He left me and I saw his reflection reach into his bag. He tucked back in behind me and pressed my shoulders until my elbows were on the dressing table and my nose only inches from the mirror. “It will feel great like this, Carly. I promise you.”

  It would feel great whatever way he wanted to do it. I jiggled my butt and spread my legs, pushed strands of wet hair over my shoulders. My breaths were coming in fast, impatient gasps.

  “Do you know why it will feel great like this?” he asked.

  This is no time for conversation.

  “It will feel great because I can really hit your G-spot from this angle, Carly. Caress you deep inside with my ring. You’ll never forget it. It will be the most amazing sensation of your life.”

  I knew it would be. “So just get on with it.” I could smell Latex, the condom must be on by now.

  He chuckled. “Patience. I just gotta make sure this is on right—bit trickier than your usual roll down.”

  I looked at his reflection, head bent, concentrating on what he was doing.

  He looked up. Saw me watching. “And the best thing about this.” He grinned and wrapped his hands around my hips. “Is that I can see your face when you orgasm.”

  “And I can see yours too…ah…ah…oh God, Brick.” He’d pushed into me with the head of his cock. So wide, so solid, so hard against my soft flesh, and I could make out the unyielding metal of the ring.

  “Shh, relax, honey. It’s so sweet, so damn sweet to feel you stretch around my dick.”

  I fisted my hands as he drove in a little farther. He was filling me more than I’d ever been filled. He was so much bigger than any man I’d ever been with.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “Remember I told you I’d take it slowly this first push in. So you have time to get used to me. Accommodate me.”

  I looked up into the mirror. His neck was bent, looking down at where we were joining. I could have orgasmed just with the erotic image of him concentrating as he entered me.

  “Relax,” he soothed. He pressed forward more insistently and gained deeper entry into my hot passage.

  I whimpered at the edgy pleasure only just this side of pain.

  “Relax and feel the ring sliding over that sweet little spot.”

  As I forced my quivering pussy to cal
m, he forged a little farther in. “Oh yes, yes,” I panted. “I can feel it, hard, so hard and rigid, right there, at the front.”

  “It’s in the perfect place, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, yes,” I said, suddenly greedy for it to go higher, faster, deeper. “Oh Brick. Please, now, more. Give me more. All of it.”

  “Anything you say, honey,” he said through gritted teeth. Then in one fast movement, he pulled me upward, jerked his hips and drove to the hilt.

  His warm, muscular thighs slammed up against the backs of mine. I cried out in delight. The sensation was exquisite as he nudged up against my cervix. I felt so full, stretched taut, invaded so beautifully.

  By Brick.

  “Oh yeah,” he said. “You’re amazing. So damn hot and tight, and I swear you’re milking my cock.”

  I dropped my head onto my hands and became lost to sensation as he pulled out and slid back in. He went even higher and faster this time. I braced and absorbed his shunts as he began to ride in and out determinedly.

  The ring was divine on my G-spot, just like he’d said it would be. I didn’t stand a chance, already an orgasm was knocking at my door. Hovering and waiting to be claimed.

  He moved his hand from my hip and slid it beneath me, leaning forward and kissing my shoulder blade as his fingertips connected with my bulging clit. My knees gave way and I relied on the dressing table and him to support me. He set up a fast, steady, circular rhythm around my clit with the pads of his fingers, just the way I liked it only so much better.

  “Ah, ah yes, Brick, I’m not going to last long, please.”

  “Just take what you need,” he said in a strained voice. “We’ve got all night.” He straightened and began to pump in perfect time with his wicked rotating fingertips. My pelvis jerked, begged for more, I rose to meet his thrusts. A really deep, satisfying orgasm was blooming. My G-spot combined with my clit. It was going to be wild. The heat, the pressure―so intense.

  “Lift your head,” he ordered. “I want to see your face when you come.”

  My neck was weak, my bones barely mine. I couldn’t do as he’d asked, all I could think about was my spiral toward orgasm.

  “Head up,” he said again, firmer this time. “Or I’ll stop.”

  I raised my head and looked in the mirror.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Just like that, keep your eyes open.”

  My eyes fluttered shut.

  “Keep your eyes open, damn it.”

  I opened my eyes and stared straight into his.

  A sheen of sweat coated his brow. His nostrils flared and his lips had pulled back over his teeth. “Come for me now, honey, don’t hold back any longer. Come for me now.”

  His thrusts picked up a notch. The dressing table banged against the wall.

  I was there.

  I stared straight into his eyes and cried out as the moment of extreme pleasure reached its crescendo. “Ah yes, oh God, yes, yes…” It was as if liquid heaven was pouring through my pussy. Each powerful thrust of his hips took me higher and higher and banged the groans and cries out of my lungs. Waves of ecstasy overpowered me, claimed me, and my internal muscles went into a series of contractions over which I had no control, clenching around his solid cock and dragging him against all my greedy flesh as his fingers swirled at my clit relentlessly.

  He leaned over me again. His chest hair tickled my back. “You look so pretty when you come,” he whispered, keeping up the depth of his thrusts but slowing the pace. “So pretty when you let yourself lose control for a few seconds.”

  A long, low groan tore from my throat as a final shudder racked my body. I shifted from his fingers. My clit was too swollen, too sensitive to take his pressure anymore.

  His damp hand smoothed up my back and brushed aside my tendrils of wet hair. He kissed my nape. “I think fucking you has just become my new favorite thing to do,” he whispered. “You’re so damn beautiful in every way. The way you look, the way you sound, the way you feel.”

  I whimpered a reply and dropped my head on my forearms.

  He straightened and began to gently pump in and out of me again. His cock was still solid, I’d come but he hadn’t. His hand smoothed over the globes of my butt. “So sexy,” he murmured, “your butt is so sexy, all taut and toned. I love it when you wear those little Lycra shorts.”

  My heart pounded in my ears, loud and wild but his voice was quiet, soft and soothing.

  His exploration of my butt cheeks headed lower through my cleft until his finger sat on my anus. A tremor of carnal delight shot through me like a bullet.

  He was so bad, I knew he would be.

  “I’ve been in your mouth,” he said, “and I’m in your pussy.”

  I looked up, refocused my eyes in the dim light of the room and studied his reflection. Again his head was dipped, concentrating on my female flesh as I lay open and vulnerable to him.

  He swirled the tip of his finger around the wrinkles of skin, dipped down, gathered my natural lube, then pressed once again at the center of my tight rosebud. He looked up, saw me watching him.

  “Can I?” he asked in a deep whisper.

  I swallowed, my mouth was dry. He was so big, towering behind me, his shoulders so wide and his hands so huge. And, hell, I knew how big his cock was. Did he really think it would fit in my most intimate hole?

  One side of his mouth tilted in a smile.

  “What about the piercing?” I asked.

  “No issue,” he said, continuing to pump his cock slowly into my pussy, “it’ll just feel great.”

  “I—”

  “Try this first.” He slipped his finger into my anus.

  I gasped. I wasn’t totally naïve in the anal sex department; Tim had been partial to it. But doing it with Brick, having Brick’s big cock with that metal ring, would definitely be a first.

  “It’ll be good, Carly, I promise.” He pushed up to the knuckle and I willed my tight muscles to relax. “So good, so intense, for both of us.”

  He added another finger and drove deep. I dropped my head on the dressing table again, my neck weak. He began to pump his fingers in time with his cock, filling me, stretching my pussy and my back hole. Nerve endings barely awakened began to stir and pay attention. I moaned as the sensations buzzed to my still-trembling clit.

  “Ah, Jesus, Carly, everywhere I touch you is just so awesome.” He wriggled his fingers inside me, stroking the satin-soft walls.

  Shutting my eyes, I relaxed for his caress. I’d never imagined Brick inside me, doing this. My fantasies hadn’t traveled that far. It just went to prove how amazing reality was.

  Suddenly a bite of pain caught my breath.

  “Shh,” he soothed.

  He was scissoring his fingers, stretching me. The pain was sharply erotic, a nip that made me clench to push him away at the same time as pulling him in for more.

  “Shh,” he said again, “it’s okay. You only have to say stop and I will.”

  I didn’t want him to stop. My clit was buzzing. I sent my hand down the smooth top of the table and searched it out. As he scissored and stretched, I set up a rotation around my needy bud, drawing in all the spikes of tense pleasure.

  “Lube,” I whispered. “We need proper lube.”

  “I’ve got some right here.” He pulled his fingers out. I felt empty and pushed back on his cock for more filling.

  “Stop moving for a second, honey,” he drawled

  I lifted my head. Still circling my clit, I watched him squeeze lube onto his palm.

  He withdrew his sheathed cock. I couldn’t help my whimper of disappointment. My clit was building up to orgasm again. I was twitchy with the need to let it claim me. I needed him in me.

  “Now just relax, this is going to be a nice slow ride, okay?”

  My arm and shoulder were jerking, he must have known I was masturbating. “Yes,” I gasped. “Just do it.”

  He made a rumble of a sound, part groan, part growl. He wrapped his hands around my hi
ps again as the huge, slippery tip of his cock settled at my anus.

  “Oh Brick,” I whimpered. I could make out the ring in the middle of the wide expanse of his smooth head.

  “Take a deep breath and push down,” he said.

  I did as he’d asked. My anal muscles relaxed the tiniest fraction and he took full advantage. His glans prized apart my tight sphincter and he popped into me.

  “Ah, fuck, it’s too much.” I arched my back and shifted away.

  “Oh, fuck, no, it’s perfect,” he ground out, holding me tighter. “Just let it go, Carly. That’s it for now, just take it like this. I’m not going to hammer in and out of you.”

  I panted, kept swirling my clit and let the erotic discomfort mix with the first flush of orgasm.

  He was circling my taut skin, rubbing in soothing lube around my hole.

  “That’s the hardest bit,” he said in a strained voice.

  “The ring? Is it okay?” I couldn’t feel it, it was inside me, I knew that, but I couldn’t sense it.

  “Oh yeah, it’s okay, honey, it’s more than okay. But in this hole it’s going to be better for me than you, you haven’t got a little sweet spot here for me to rub, it’s just all good.”

  He pushed in more and as I took his rock-solid flesh, I became heady, floaty, it all began to feel unreal. My pussy still felt stretched and now he was filling my behind.

  He groaned and sank deeper still. I pressed my forehead on the cool wood of the dressing table and swirled my clit harder and faster. The thrill of what we were doing claimed me. Brick was fucking me in the ass. He’d come in my mouth, fucked my pussy and now I was giving him the ultimate in trust. It was bliss, wicked, but still bliss.

  In a sudden sweet glide he sank to the hilt, his balls pressing up against my pussy and his pubes tickling my butt cheeks. He groaned deep and long and his fingers tightened on my hipbones.

  “Oh, it’s so…” I couldn’t describe it, didn’t know what I wanted to say. I was so full of dense cock. So crammed. My sphincter was clutching the base of his shaft like a noose.