With a flick of her wrist, she tossed her hair over her shoulders. And then, she stripped for me, confident and unhurried, her movements slow and sexy, in time with the music, until she was just in her underwear, and I was salivating for her.
“Get over here.” My voice came out as a guttural rasp.
Fuck, what was this girl doing to me?
“Not yet.” She bit her lip, her confidence faltering slightly, and it only made me want her more. “Can you…get your cock out? And stroke it? I want to watch you while you watch me.” Her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils were huge as she stared at my erection.
“Fuck, Snowflake.”
Ripping my T-shirt over my head, I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them off, then slid my boxers down and groaned in relief as my dick was finally freed.
“Cade,” she moaned. “Touch yourself.”
“Bloody hell,” I muttered, taking my dick in my hand and giving it a tug as she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits stood out, high and fucking perfect, her nipples begging for me to suck on them. I stroked my hand up and down my dick as I watched her shimmy out of her underwear, and she was completely bared to me. I hissed through my teeth as my hand moved faster. “Snowflake, get over here, now.”
She whimpered and shook her head, her gaze fixated on what I was doing to myself.
Her hand reached down between her legs.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Get. Here. Now.”
Suddenly she was launching herself across the bed, licking across my IV tattoo, and then my hands were tangled in her hair and she was sucking my dick into her mouth, all hot, wet, suction, her tongue swirling around the head, then her hand cupping my balls while she took me all the way to the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasped, and then she was pulling her head away and I was coming, hard and fast, over my stomach.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she moaned, falling back on the bed, sliding her hand between her legs again.
“Snowflake. Wait.” I stilled her hand. I cleaned myself off, then positioned myself between her spread legs. She was fucking soaked already, and I dragged one finger through her wetness, making her thrash on the bed, thrusting her hips upwards to try and get more contact.
Stilling her with my palm flat against her stomach, I sucked my finger into my mouth, and she licked her lips, reaching for me. Moving out of her reach, I smirked at her and picked up the glass of JD on the table next to us, then tipped the glass so the cold drink dribbled down onto her body, between her tits and down to her belly button. She gasped, and her gasp turned into a moan as I licked the trail of liquid all the way up from her belly button to her tits.
“Cade. Stop teasing me.” Her voice was breathless and begging.
“Just for that,
I’m making you wait longer.” I reached for the glass again and fished out one of the melting ice cubes.
She shrieked as I placed it on her heated skin. “That’s fucking freezing, you asshole.”
I silenced her with a forceful kiss, sliding the ice cube onto one of her hardened nipples, making her hiss, before I dragged it away and moved my head down to suck the nipple into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck. That feels amazing,” she moaned. I moved the ice cube to her other nipple and did the same, then dragged it down her body, following it with my mouth. I’d never bothered playing with girls like this, but fuck if I didn’t want to keep doing it with her.
The ice melted before I got to her spread legs. She was panting by now, reaching her hands out to bury them in my hair, trying to push my head down. I laughed but decided to stop torturing her.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, and she arched off the bed. Hooking my arms around her legs, I flicked my tongue across her clit again, then licked through her wetness.
“Cade. Please,” she moaned.
I made her come three times, the third time with my dick pounding into her as she called out my name.
Heading out of the bathroom, I grabbed some boxers from my drawers and a T-shirt for Winter, then turned off the lamp. The blinds were open, and the moon cast a dim strip of bluish light across the middle of the room. I handed her the T-shirt and pulled on the boxers, then slid under the covers next to her.
What the fuck was I doing? The other times I’d fucked her, she’d fallen asleep and I’d left as quick as I could. Somehow, I was now lying with her in my bed, my arm round her, her head on my chest.
“This is more fun than you hating me,” she mumbled drowsily, tracing lazy patterns across the ink on my forearm.
“Yeah.”