Shiver

by Brandy Schmitt

  The bright light behind the blindfold slowly subsided as she floated back down to the soft mattress beneath her. Her fingers loosened their grip in his hair, and she smiled as she felt Ice’s tongue fast at work lapping up the cream that spread across her core.

  “Hmm. That’s beautiful. You did a great job holding back for me. I have to say, my cock has never been harder than it is right now waiting to get inside you. To hell with waiting. I need to get inside you.”

  Her heart barely had time to calm down from her last orgasm before it sped back up again. His deep Irish tones smoothed over her skin like melted butter, and she needed more. Her body craved everything he willing gave her. “I want to see you. I want to watch your body with mine.” Her confession embarrassed her, but it was honest.

  She heard a soft moan before she felt the bed shift again under his weight. The darkness from the cloth over her eyes lifted, allowing her eyes to flutter open softly as she peered up at the man inclined over her naked body. His dark-blue eyes shimmered with the unbridled lust that no doubt matched her own minutes ago. His hard cock pressed against her naked pelvis as he held himself above her on strong, straight arms. His body completely naked above her. When had he taken off his clothes?

  “Be sure about this, little one. There’s no undoing this once it’s done.”

  His voice sliced into her with his unspoken warning, but she didn’t care. She needed him deep inside of her. Thrusting her ass off the bed, she pressed his cock between their bodies, driving another throaty groan from him.

  “You’re asking for it hard, Nikki. I would be careful what you ask for.”

  ****

  Ice thrust his hips back at her, pressing her luscious body down to the bed. From the second he kissed her in his truck, he had thought of little else besides burying his cock inside her. He honestly didn’t know how he had made it through the last ten minutes without coming. His body felt more alive with her than it had in a long time. This girl was an itch under his skin that he couldn’t for the life of him scratch.

  He dropped his mouth to hers, pushing his demanding tongue into her sweetness. Her slick tongue slid over his in a mocking game, and he loved every caress she gave him. She pulled back enough to suck his bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling slightly before sucking it fully into her mouth. The actions mocked those of what her mouth would feel like, his cock against her tongue. He heard himself groan against her mouth.

  His hips surged forward at the thought of releasing his cum down her throat. He needed to save that fantasy for another time. Tonight he wanted to be inside her. Drawing back, he lowered his head to her breast, taking a stiff, pink nipple between the edges of his teeth, sawing gently back and forth.

  Her pleasured whimpers told him she loved the hard nipple play. Good, because he loved giving it to her. Raising his eyes to her face, he noticed her watching him. “Do you like that, little one?” he asked, moving to the other nipple. It too came to life under his touch.

  “Yes. God, yes.” Her moans fueled his fire. His cock twitched at the sound.

  He moved a hand between their bodies, reaching between her legs to rub over sensitive nub.

  Her hips bucked wildly under him. “Ice, please. It’s building back up again.”

  Her lust-filled eyes pleaded with him. God, he couldn’t take her soft pleas or her eyes any longer. Releasing her breast from his mouth, he backed away, moving from her body and the bed. Swiping his pants up off the floor, he grabbed the foil pocket he had tucked in his pocket earlier that day.

  He had placed the condom there when he had asked the blonde up to his apartment. He never thought his night would include rolling a condom on for Nicole. Trying his hardest not to sleep with her had been the reason he asked the blonde upstairs in the first place. His dick didn’t want to stay under control every time Nicole was around. He had wanted to get her worked out of his system and thought if he got out some sexual tension he wouldn’t crave her. No such luck.

  Thoughts of Nicole crossed his mind every hour of every day for the last two weeks. He couldn’t get her off his mind no matter what he did to replace her there. She was his forbidden fruit, and now he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her.

  Ice moved back to the bed, peering over the woman all spread out for his taking. Her womanly curves and beautiful eyes staring up at him took his breath away. He had been with beautiful women plenty of times. Hell, the women who follow the MMA circuits were, for the most part, extremely good-looking. He should know; he’d slept with his fair share of them. But none of those women compared to the beauty in front of him. She was beautiful inside and out…and she was completely…not for him.

  She must have sensed a difference in him because her eyes flicked up, locking with his as she leaned up on her elbows. “What’s the matter?”

  He heard a slight shake in her voice that hit him right in the stomach. There was no backing away from her now, no matter how bad for her he is. He couldn’t leave her without knowing what her body felt like under his.

  “Nothing, little one. Just taking in the sight before me.” Ice crawled back above her on the bed, hungrily crushing her mouth to his. His tongue invaded her mouth, its mission to conquer hers. Swallowing her whimpers, he pressed the crown of his cock to her wet opening. Stalling a moment, he broke their kiss and stared down at her. “Last chance to say no, baby girl. After this, you’re mine.”

  A soft smile crossed her lips as she wrapped a leg around his ass, pressing him closer to her. “All yours.”

  With the words spoken between them, Ice pushed into her heat, stopping an inch inside as her muscles constricted around him. “Relax, baby. Let me in.” His eyes never left hers as he pushed again, harder this time to get past her tightened muscles. “Damn, baby. You’re incredibly tight. How long has it been for you?”

  She arched her back, thrusting her hips toward him to bring him deeper inside her canal. Taking his face between her hands, she raised her head off the pillow and met his lips halfway, drawing him into her sweetness. He wasn’t used to sex being soft and gentle and meant for love. He never took a woman like that. Sex is just sex. It was hard, rough, and without apologies.

  Grabbing her wrists in his hands, he held them out to the side and pressed them to the mattress as he deepened his hungry kiss. Eating away at her mouth as he thrust his cock hard inside her, sinking all the way to the hilt. The tight heat that welcomed him nearly had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He needed to move, but he had never wanted to stay in one place more than anything else in his life.

  Slowly, he pulled away until only his throbbing tip remained inside her. He held himself off for a second then rammed back into her tight pussy. He leaned back on his knees; her legs fell to the mattress at the sides of his hips. Still holding on to her hands at her sides, Ice had full view of where their bodies met to became one. He watched his cock slide in and out of her. Watched as he took ownership of what belonged to him if only for tonight. Her breasts jiggled with every hard thrust, making him wet his lips with eagerness to sink his teeth into their fullness. Raising his eyes higher, he locked gazes with her.

  “I’m going to come.” The warning in her voice told him she didn’t want to disappoint him by giving in to her orgasm without him. Pride spilled over his lips and into a smile at how fast she embraced her need to please him. “We can’t be having that, now can we, little one?”

  His movements didn’t slow, he actually increased his speed, slamming into her like a man on a mission. The pad of his thumb found her wet slit toying once again with her pulsing nerves. Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, fighting back the urge to give into the bliss. He watched her struggle. Watched as she rolled her bottom lip into her mouth between her teeth, biting down on it in the attempt to keep her screams at bay. God, he fucking loved it when she bit her lip. It made him ache to feel her teeth scrape across the tender skin of his cock.

  Drilling himself deeper and deeper inside her, aching to fin
d his own ecstasy. The soft tingle at the base of his spine and the tightness of his balls told him he was ready. Just a little further. Pumping faster and faster, he finally hit his limit. “Come. Now,” he demanded, not slowing his movements.

  Nicole fall over the edge, his name ripped from her throat in a scream. Her soft, sweet pussy clenched around him tighter and tighter as she rode him into the clouds. His own hot cum filled the condom around his cock as he pushed one last time into her depths before falling forward onto her chest.

  Several minutes passed as they lay wrapped around each other. The pounding in their chests and their heavy breathing slowed to an even rhythm once again. Ice withdrew from her wet core, making sure the condom stayed in place on his semi erection.

  Rolling to his back next to her, he let out a deep sigh throwing an arm over his face. Thoughts of what to do next crept into his mind. He needed to do what he always did. Make up an excuse to leave and get the hell out of here. He played out all of his normal excuses in his mind. Had to work, had company coming, had plans to meet up with friends. None of them were going to work. Not on Nikki.

  “Is it always this awkward afterward?” she asked, her voice so small he barely heard her. He moved his arm from his face and turned to look up at her. “What?”

  “This? The after part? The part where you have to come up with an excuse to leave? Is it always this awkward? Because you don’t have to make an excuse you know. I knew what this was before we started. You can leave…I mean if you want to.”

  Her voice may have been soft, but it never cracked once even though he could hear her nerves. Better than that, she was giving him an out. Not many women gave him an out right after the fucking stopped. He should take it and run. It made him sound like a grade-A dick, but hopefully he had gotten her out of his system. Enough to store it away in his spank bank for later and move on to the girls who didn’t mind being his one-night stands.

  He rolled over to his side facing her. Bringing his hand up to the side of her face, he held her still as he lowered his lips to hers. He gave her a quick, soft kiss before releasing her to move off the bed. Grabbing his pants from the floor, he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up. He stood there in her small, brightly lit bathroom, holding his pants, thinking all he had to do was push his legs through his jeans and walk out the door. He heard movement in the bedroom and what sounded like wrestling of the sheets and a ping of guilt smacked him in the chest.

  Nicole was a great girl. She was beautiful, kind, and fucking sexy as hell. The last thing she needed was a dick like him to hurt her and crush her heart. He wasn’t what she needed. He wanted to get laid, not start a relationship. With the big fight coming in a few weeks, he couldn’t afford not to give his fighting a hundred percent of his focus. A relationship of any kind and his fighting would never co-exist. He had accepted that it was simply not in the cards for him. One-night stands were all he had to offer the opposite sex. But he still found himself standing in her fucking bathroom like an idiot, trying to make up his mind about what to do. Fuck what was right, or what he should do. He was going to do what he wanted to do.

  Throwing his pants on over his legs and hips, he emerged from the bathroom with his mind firmly set. Walking back into her room, he noticed she now lay on the bed in a T-shirt, on her side, tucked in for the night. Alone.

  “Nicole?” Why did he say her name? He needed to man the fuck up, grab his shirt, and get the fuck out of here.

  “It’s all good. It is what it is. Good night.”

  What the fuck? She was seriously dismissing him? He stood in place staring at her laying under the covers. No begging? No pleading with him to stay? He surprised himself when he felt the pings of anger emerged. She was going to make it that easy for him to leave?

  Of course she was. Nicole was used to doing whatever others wanted her to do. She had said so herself, that she tried to please those around her. A ping of guilt bubbled up. Fuck.

  With his anger quickly vanishing, Ice made his final decision. Walking over to the side of her bed, he threw back the covers and slid his massive body next to hers. He had no idea what the fuck he was getting himself into. At the moment as he moved to her back and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her little body closer against his…he couldn’t have cared less.

  Chapter Eight

  Ice glanced down to the opponent he just sent to the floor of the ring. Johnny was a friend of his and a damn good fighter, but that didn’t stop him from going hard on him. Ice stuck his hand out offering his friend a help to his feet.

  “I don’t know what the hell got into your boy, Maverick, but I want some of whatever he’s on,” Johnny said, smiling at Ice as he took the hand offered to him.

  Maverick moved to the side of the ring. “I wish I knew, kid. I’d bottle it and give it to all my fighters. That’s one hell of a spar, Ice. I can’t tell if you’re pissed off at the world or having the best day of your life.”

  “You two wanks should be delighted I’m having a good day. I haven’t fought this good in weeks.”

  The other two men eyed each other before turning back to him. “We know. So what is it? It’s like you entered the ring a whole new man. This doesn’t have anything to do with that new, hot piece of ass you have going on right now is it?” Johnny laughed. Ice’s humor deflated, and he shot a glare over to his friend. Nicole was too nice a girl to be called a random piece of ass. She was nothing like those other girls who threw themselves at the fighters. “Don’t call her that, man. She’s a good girl. She’s not like the others.”

  He wasn’t sure when he had made the decision to let everyone know he and Nicole had something going on, but word had gotten around Big Dogs pretty quickly. Now everyone looked at the two of them as if they were a couple.

  Johnny grinned and nodded. “Right. A stripper with a golden heart.”

  Heat rose in his chest, and his fingers curled tightly into his palm. “Seriously, man. Drop it.”

  His friend must have sensed that he wasn’t kidding and decided it best not to push him any further. “Sorry, man. It’s just…you were burned not that long ago by Kelly and…”

  “She’s not Kelly. Let’s drop it.” It annoyed him more that it bothered him what others thought and said about Nicole. It wasn’t that he had an emotional attachment to her, it was the simple fact that she didn’t deserve for people to talk shit behind her back. He would have felt the same way even before he started sleeping with her.

  It had been two days since their first time together in her apartment. After he had made his mind up to crawl back between her sheets, he found himself sleeping through the entire night with her in his arms. What shocked him even more was how much he liked the feel of being there next to her.

  The next morning, he followed her into the shower where he pressed her against the shower wall and sank into her as the hot water poured over their joined bodies. And again last night, the two of them closed the bar together and once the doors were locked and everyone had gone home, they barely made it to the staircase before he began ripping her clothes from her body. He had turned her over onto her knees right there in the middle of the stairs and took her from behind. That turned out to be only the appetizer to what last night had turned into. They fucked in every position last night, ending their night in a sweaty pile of limbs on the bed around four in the morning.

  “Sorry, man. Look, as long as she’s good to you, then I’m cool with her.” Johnny shook Ice’s hand, pulling him into a side hug. “Must be something in the water around here. Hunter’s gone and got himself a lady friend as well. Shit, I haven’t seen him miss this much work in…I don’t think Hunter’s ever missed work.”

  “Minds back on track, boys. How are you feeling about the fight in two weeks? Some big name agents are going to be there. I hear lots of sponsors are coming out. I need you ready and on your game for that fight. We can’t afford for you to miss any warm ups, workouts, or ring time at all.”

  Ice
moved to the side of the ring and ducked under the ropes. “I’ll be ready. There’s nothing that’s going to stand in my way on this.” His mind drifted for a moment to Nicole, but he quickly pushed any thoughts of her away. He was having fun with her. He wasn’t starting a relationship with her. After Kelly, he had promised himself he wouldn’t get involved in female drama again. There was no place in the MMA for that shit.

  His coach moved over to his side and raising his hand, he set it on Ice’s shoulder. The older man looked away for a minute as if he were searching for the right words, before turning his gray eyes to his student. “I know I don’t say this to you enough, but you’ve truly got the gift, kid. I mean, there are no limits to what you could do. Some of these guys walk in here and work their asses off for years before they get as good as you are now after only three years. You were born with a gift, son. Keep your eye on the prize.”

  Those words were the closest Maverick was ever going to get to getting involved with his personal life. Ice respected the shit out of the aging man in front of him. Maverick was the closest to family Ice had. “Don’t worry, old man. I’ll be taking us to the promised land.”

  “Worry about yourself, kid. I’m happy right where I am.” Maverick laughed as he stepped away.

  His coach might say that now, but there was no way in hell he’ll leave that old man behind when he made it to the big time.

  ****

  Nicole pulled steaks off the grill, turning the burners off before grabbing the plate and heading back inside. Ice’s apartment had a tiny balcony with barely enough room for a small barbeque grill to sit out on it. She headed over to the table with two place settings and placed a steak on each plate before dishing fresh green salads for both of them. It was the first time she had cooked for him and her first time grilling. She had turned to the Internet and looked up how to grill steaks. Then had to go to the store to get every seasoning she needed. They looked great, so how bad could they be?