Cold As Ice

by Paige, Violet

  He worked in and out of my pussy with definite strokes. I panted. My hips ground against his cock. Jack growled with passion. I had no idea how we held the bourbon glasses in one hand, while our others were frantically moving underwater.

  My core spun in circles, wrapping around the spring that triggered my release. Only, Jack’s fingers withdrew, and I groaned when they moved up my body, canvassing my breasts, twisting my nipples. My head thrashed against his chest shoulder. His lips found my neck.

  I wanted that damn orgasm. I whimpered when his index finger ran along my slit, rubbing my clit and then circled my nipples again. Was this pain? Was it ecstasy?

  Suddenly there was a giant splash of water spilling on the floor. Jack had moved with urgent speed, yanking a stack of towels from a pile on the floor.

  “What are you—” I murmured when he nimbly spun me in the tub. I floated to the opposite side. He draped the stack of towels against the porcelain end and pressed my back and neck into the soft pile of terry cloth.

  His mouth covered mine. Our tongues thrashed together. The bourbon was sweet and fiery. Jack’s hands gripped my ass, steadying me in position. He sucked the corners of my lips and nipped gently while I mewed for release. I was burning on the edge.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he groaned. I felt the swollen tip of his cock at my entrance when I bucked to meet his hips.

  My eyes widened at the instant intensity. His shaft was laced with fire.

  He had built that orgasm and left it waiting for his cock. He wasn’t going to let me come until his cock was the one to draw it from my core. I knew that now, staring in the dark obsidian of his eyes. The man left me breathless. He left me wanting more. He made me ache for every part of him.

  “Jack,” I begged. I held onto the side of the tub, ready for the impact of his body to take mine. I wanted him to own me. I wanted him to bury his beautiful erection deep inside me.

  His forehead pressed to mine. He gulped for air. The steam rose around us. The water sloshed in waves as he began slow possessive thrusts, finally making my pussy his.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, driving his cock home. I felt the spread of heat from dark depths. I clutched at him, gripping his powerful shaft.

  My teeth sank into his shoulder. His fingers dug forcefully in my ass, yanking me to spread my knees and let him take me deeper.

  “Oh shit,” I hissed. But was it deep enough? Was he saving me from the pain of the world? Was he erasing the hurt of the past?

  His eyes blazed with lust. He dipped to suck my tits. In and out of the water. He pumped his cock with unmatched rhythm. His tongue lapped at my nipples. He kissed my throat. Our lips met again, and I melted into his mouth. Moaning.

  “Please let me come,” I begged. “Please, Jack.” It was clear he was in control of my orgasm. He had been ever since I climbed in the tub with him.

  He kissed behind my ear. “You’re the most perfect thing in my life.” His cock eased in until I thought I saw stars dancing on the ceiling. “You brought me back to life.” He slid out and I whimpered. I shook my head.

  “No,” I cried. “I need you.”

  He kissed my breasts. His hand cupped my pussy, sliding a finger inside. I eagerly clung to it, clenching my walls, but it wasn’t his cock. Not even close. He was backing off and I was trying to clear my head enough to make sense of it.

  “Please fuck me,” I begged. “God, please fuck me, Jack.”

  He grinned. “Do you think I’d leave you like this?”

  “I don’t know.” I started to shake with the pain from want. He brushed his lips over mine.

  “Here.” He unhooked my fingers from the side of the tub and placed my hand between my legs. “I’ve got a box of condoms next to the bed. I didn’t know this is where we were headed, or I would have grabbed them ahead of time.”

  I don’t know how he found the strength or courage to climb out of the hot tub, but he ambled to his bedroom. Seconds felt like hours while he was gone.

  Jack reappeared next to the tub. I looked up. His cock was sheathed. His eyes were shaded with hunger.

  “Fuck me,” he growled. “You’re killing me, Noelle.” He climbed inside and I trembled, knowing something had changed in those few steps from the bedside table to the tub. Jack wasn’t the loving man. He was a beast who was about to devour me. Thank God. I needed a beast.

  27

  Jack

  My skin had been shocked by the cold air, but as soon as I descended into the water, the healing powers consumed me. I wrapped my arms around Noelle’s waist and floated her toward me. Her pussy was heaven. It was hot tight nirvana. I wanted to know it from every angle. But first, I had to give this girl the orgasm she needed.

  I rested on my knees. The tension in my thigh had disappeared. I was fueled by adrenaline and fucking horniness. I couldn’t feel anything other than what my cock told me to feel.

  I tucked her ankles behind my back. She bit her lip as I lowered her over my cock.

  I hissed in her ear when she took it all the way. My hands slid under her ass and I began to jerk her up and down over my dick. Rougher. Harder. She panted.

  “How badly do you want to come?” I taunted.

  “So bad,” she whimpered.

  I inched my fingers closer to her backdoor. She was lost in the friction I gave her. I was in control of the speed, the intensity. With her legs locked around my torso, she was at my mercy.

  I pressed my finger to her tight rosebud, and she moaned.

  “Oh God.”

  “Is this how you want to come?” I tested. I pushed my finger inside her, and she groaned with pleasure. Her body began to quiver around my cock.

  “Jack,” she cried.

  “Come, baby,” I commanded. I sheathed myself inside her, grunting at the tightness of her pussy.

  Her head flew backward, and she panted through the first burst of the orgasm. I swirled my finger back and forth in her ass, commanding the sensation to rock her. To shake her. To burn the power of the orgasm in her sexual memory forever.

  I’d never seen anything as sexy as Noelle riding out her orgasm. It was as if she wanted to coat herself in the climax. Bathe in. Drown in it.

  “Fucking unbelievable.” I kissed her when her body began to calm.

  Her eyes blinked open. “I’m speechless.”

  “You don’t need to say a damn thing.” Her eyes welled up when I carried her out of the tub and to my bed. I yanked towels off the hooks on my way, draping them over her wet body. We tried to hit the biggest water droplets before I slid us under the cool sheets.

  I rolled Noelle on her stomach, dragging her hips in the air. I reached forward and unpinned her hair, letting the dry locks fall. I was consumed with her wildfire. With her phenomenal body. With burying myself inside her.

  She moaned when I spread her open. I took a long lick of her pussy. Fuck. She tasted sweet like honey.

  “Oh shit,” she hissed. I pushed my tongue inside her, drinking and sucking from her entrance before I pried her wide and slammed my cock to her depths.

  She yelped. Her head flew back. Long dark tresses falling off her shoulders. I rode her wild. She pushed back meeting my thrusts with forceful gestures of her own. Our eyes met when she turned to look at me over her shoulder. The sex was raw and lustful. I’d left the gentle tender moments in the tub. She was mine now. Mine. Did she know it?

  This night changed everything. I felt it in my bones.

  “Harder,” she whispered. “Take all of it, Jack.”

  Fuck. She was perfect. I didn’t want it to be over. She had set me on fire, but I didn’t want an extinguisher. I wanted the blaze.

  My cock popped from her pussy and she whimpered. Weeks had gone by with a hands-off policy. There were kisses at the ends of dates. There was desperate touching on the couch during a movie, but I hadn’t come since I’d spent the night at her house weeks ago.

  I’d followed rules to get to know her. To build t
rust and a relationship. Because of that trust, she knew I’d never hurt her.

  I lowered one foot off the bed and then the other. Noelle watched me, biting her lower lip.

  I curled my fingers around her ankles, dragging her across the sheets.

  “Oomph,” she cried when I began to change her position. My hands caressed her gorgeous ass. I lowered my lips to kiss the small of her back. I kissed each of her cheeks as my hands splayed her thighs open. Her pussy glistened.

  She wiggled beneath me. Her hips rocked. She was so needy for my cock. I fucking loved it.

  Next to the bed were the laces a new manufacturer had shipped to me. I reached for them, drawing Noelle’s hands behind her back.

  “Jack,” she moaned as I began to tie her wrists together. I lowered her feet to the floor but quickly rotated her to face me once.

  I kissed her hard. I grazed over her nipples with my tongue. She trembled. I cupped her pussy.

  “Do you trust me?” I asked.

  She nodded with heady lust. The laces were already tied. She knew the question was asking for control. Permission granted. I spun her to face the rumpled sheets and lowered her to the bed. She licked her lips. Her knees began to shake when I spread her thighs.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you know you’re mine, Noelle. Fuck you until there’s nothing left for either of us,” I groaned. I pushed the head of my cock to her swollen pussy. It pulsed around my dick. “Fuck you until this fucking bad day never existed.”

  “Yes,” she pleaded. “I need you to fuck me exactly like that.”

  She groaned when I slammed into her. I thought this angle would take me to my knees. She pulled against the restraints.

  “I’ll fuck you until I’ve fucked away all the bad that’s ever happened to you.” I clutched at her hips, aiming deep. I could fuck away the bad for both of us.

  She hissed. I saw the way her lips parted. She panted. She tried to wiggle into me.

  “It’s so good,” she groaned. “I’m going to come.”

  I pried her slit open with my fingers and she screamed with another orgasm. I fucked her harder and faster. I let her ride that one out before I flipped her on her back. Her arms were pinned under her. Her eyes widened as I lowered a kiss on her mouth. I pushed inside her with possessive strokes. I wanted to rip the damn condom off. I wanted her to feel how made for each other we were. But I worked the friction inside the rubber to my advantage. I lasted longer because of it.

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Fucking, yes.” Her eyes fluttered as another orgasm began to explode. I could feel the tightening and the release in her walls. She gripped my cock like it was her life support. She thrashed on the bed, bucking as I flicked her clit with precision. Her body was like a wild filly’s, untamed and feral.

  “Do you want me to untie the laces?” I groaned.

  “No,” she whispered, tugging against them, pushing upward her hips welcomed my next thrust. She was turned on. Her body was alive. Hot. Wet. Glistening with sex.

  I nipped at her lips. I licked her throat. She was a fucking Rockstar. A goddess meant for me, and me alone. I’d never been this turned on either. I’d never felt this needed. Noelle had made it clear—she needed this tonight. She needed my body to take her somewhere neither of us had dared to go before.

  With each orgasm she experienced it was getting harder and harder not to come. I wanted to explode inside her.

  She whimpered. “Jack, it feels so good. I want you to come. Please.”

  Our eyes met. I reached between her back and the mattress and tugged the end of the knot. The laces fell away and she moved her wrists in circles. “I liked them,” she mewed.

  “I did too, but I want your hands on your body,” I growled.

  “Okay,” she whispered. Her graceful fingers moved to her tits. She began to pluck them.

  “I feel like I’m yours,” she purred. Her eyes never moved, but her hips had begun to rock with a new kind of rhythm. She had leverage now that she wasn’t pinned against her wrists. I watched in fucking admiration as she slid one hand between her legs, rubbing her nub. “Yours. Yours, Jack.” Her head reeled back

  “You are,” I grunted.

  “I’m going to come again. I can’t stop it. Oh shit,” she hissed fighting the orgasm. I only fucked her harder. I pounded until the explosion unleashed like the bubbles spilling over a boiling pot. There was no way to contain them. I reared back, eyeing her beautiful pussy. Her fingers stroked her clit. Her tits pointed. She was ripe and flushed. I glanced down at my cock, ready to watch it take her one last time before gave into my climax.

  Fuck.

  I realized too late the condom was missing. I slammed into her as she cocooned around me, holding on to me with all her limbs. My bare cock slid inside as my cum pumped deep. I tried to recognize what was happening.

  “Oh fuck,” she groaned. “It’s so good. You feel so good.” She panted in my ear. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop vibrating.”

  I pushed up on the bed, trying to unravel her.

  “Don’t,” she begged. “Stay inside me. Don’t move.”

  My forehead pinched together. “The condom’s gone, baby. I don’t know what happened.” There was a sudden pit in my stomach that shouldn’t be there after such incredible sex.

  She exhaled. “So, we…”

  I nodded. “Fuck. I don’t know. It got rough. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I took it too far. Way too far. I don’t know how long it’s been gone. I don’t know if it came off just now or thirty minutes ago. Shit. It’s on me.”

  “I didn’t know condoms could slide off.” She was unusually calm for this moment.

  I ran my hands through my hair. “I didn’t either. First time for me.” It was also the first time I had fucked until I had lost lung capacity. I was still gulping for air. We had lost our damn minds. My dick was going to be sore for a week.

  My eyes lifted to the windows. I could see bursts of orange rising over the buildings. The sun was coming up. We hadn’t slept. We hadn’t talked. We had fucked each other senseless.

  “What can I do?” I asked her. “How can I fix this?”

  “Promise you won’t run,” she whispered.

  I nodded. “I promise.”

  “Do you think we could sleep for a few hours?” she asked.

  I kissed her gently. “Yeah. We can do that.”

  I climbed into the bed and pulled her against my chest. She nuzzled against me. Our bodies were spent. Exhausted. I felt as if I had played two games.

  “Jack?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I want to explain it. I will when I can make some kind of sense out of it.” She pressed her cheek to my chest. “But you have no idea how much I needed that. You and that tub healed me tonight.”

  I held her close. It didn’t make sense, but her body relaxed, and I knew she had fallen asleep.

  28

  Noelle

  “Okay. The website says if I take the pill within twenty-four hours it’s 95% effective.” I lowered my phone and watched Jack, waiting for his reaction. We had slept for a few hours. I had read three articles until I found one on my OBGYN’s page of helpful facts about emergency contraception.

  He placed two mugs of coffee on the bedside table and sat next to me.

  “We can go pick it up now if you want to take it. I’ll drive. There’s a drugstore around the corner. I’d say we could walk, but it’s twenty degrees outside. If you want to go.”

  We’d found the condom under the bed. It didn’t matter. It hadn’t lasted. I wondered if any condom would survive sex with us. That one never had a chance. Had we set a standard last night that we would try to outmatch the next time we ripped each other’s clothes off?

  “If?” I reached for the coffee. Jack had a gourmet machine in his kitchen that made the most delicious coffee I’d ever had home brewed.

  “Whatever you want to do.”

  I glanced at him. I was scared to say it. Scared to ask. “You
want me to take it, don’t you?”

  “I’m not making that decision.” He grabbed the mug and started to drink. He turned from me and picked up the damp towels from the floor.

  “Jack?” I draped my kimono robe over my shoulders. “I can’t believe you aren’t pushing for this. The chances that this could happen are so small. And that it would happen to me twice? It couldn’t. The math is in our favor. It’s in my favor. I know that. I doubt I’m going to get pregnant. There is an option I can take and we don’t have to think about it.”

  “Or not.” He tossed the towels in a laundry pile.

  My heart stopped. “What?”

  He shook his head. “No. I’m not going to say anything. It’s your decision. I will go get it for you if you want it.”

  I tiptoed next to him. I grabbed the sculpted muscle of his bicep. “Jack.”

  “You keep saying my name.”

  “I’m not sure what else to say.” I studied his eyes. “You aren’t suggesting we should… I should…” I let go of his arm and drifted toward the bed. I needed to sit down.

  “I’m not saying you should do anything.” He crossed the room to the bed. He exhaled. “I’ll grab my keys and head to the drugstore. Okay?”

  I hopped off the bed, dragging him to me. I slipped my hands to his neck. I felt the warmth of his strong body as I gazed in his eyes.

  “My entire world blew up in my face yesterday,” I told him. “And you put me back together last night.”

  “I want to put you back together every night.” He curled his fingers against my hips, letting the robe fall open.

  “I saw a beautiful wonderful marriage between my parents. I grew up knowing what families are supposed to do. How they are supposed to treat each other. What the boring every day relationship stuff looks like.”

  “And I don’t meet that standard for you because I didn’t have family. I get it.” The storm clouds brewed in his eyes. “I’ve never been a relationship that lasted more than three days. You don’t trust me.”