She swallowed with difficulty and nodded. Her entire body was stretched tight, her breasts thrust upward, easy targets for consumption. She saw what he meant, all right. Even his most innocent-seeming touches were making her burn.
“Say yes,” he commanded quietly.
“Yes.”
He leaned down and kissed her mouth. His firm, moving lips seemed to stroke her entire body—coaxing, molding, biting. She craned up for him, pulling the restraints tight.
It was as if she’d never experienced a kiss until that very moment.
She cracked her eyelids open a moment later when she felt the absence of his lips. The light from the bedside lamp gleamed in his narrowed eyes. He shifted suddenly. She twisted her chin to see what he was doing, but his stretching body blocked her vision. The sound of something clicking against metal reached her ears.
He came back over her. A shock went through her when he pressed a small cube of ice to her lips. He slid it against her lower lip, pressing, until she felt a trickle of cold water stream into her mouth. He made a gratified sound in his throat.
“You melt it in seconds, you’re so hot.”
He pressed another cube to her mouth and watched as he traced her spread lips with it. “I remember how hot it felt in your mouth,” he murmured distractedly. “I thought you were going to melt my cock.”
She made a desperate sound in her throat. His gaze flew to meet hers. The ice was now completely melted. Water wet her lips and trickled down her chin. He pressed his thumb to the center of her lower lip. “Where did you learn to suck cock like that, Joy?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t remember ever being taught,” she replied, her voice sounding garbled because of his thumb on her lip. He rubbed her chilled yet feverish lip again while he considered her somberly.
“No? Maybe I’ll refresh your memory,” he said.
Her eyes widened at the subtle threat she heard. He reached again and she heard the ice clanking against the side of the champagne bucket. This time when he returned to her, he held several cubes in his hand. He put his hand at the back of her head and lifted her before he raised his hand to her lips.
“Suck on it,” he said tensely.
She stared up at him, confused, her lips automatically closing around the cubes he’d slid into her mouth.
“Go on. Let me see you melt it. Suck.”
Her heart started to throb uncomfortably in her stretched rib cage, like there wasn’t room for it anymore. She sucked on the ice, squeezing the water out of it like she might the juice out of cold fruit. Everett groaned as she watched her with a steady focus. She drew harder, her cheeks flexing inward, until the last of the slippery, hard, cold splinter in her mouth melted.
Everett slipped his finger into her mouth. He muttered something she couldn’t catch before he gently placed the back of her head back on the mattress. Suddenly, he was coming down next to her on his back. Joy lifted her head. She saw his long legs fly up in the air as he tore his pajama bottoms off them with uncommon haste. Then he was back, straddling her, except this time he came higher, his knees tucking beneath her armpits. He reached again for the ice bucket. He lifted her head again.
Joy stopped breathing, spellbound by the vision of his long golden penis just inches from her face. It seemed to take up her entire field of vision. Her clit pinched so tight in longing, she grimaced.
“Open,” he said gruffly.
But instead of his cock, he slipped more ice between her lips.
“Suck. It’s the only thing that’s going to keep me from fucking your beautiful face and coming in that hot little mouth, so you better chill it off,” he said in a tight voice from above her.
Her eyes widened. What he’d said was raunchy and crude and so erotic, it short-circuited her brain for a second. “Suck,” he prompted again, this time more gently.
Joy stared at the awesome sight of his erect cock and sucked for all she was worth. It was so beautifully shaped. The tapering, fat head; the long, straight shaft; the swollen, blue vein that ran from just below the defined rim beneath the head down the shaft—her tongue longed to taste all of it. His fingers moved, caressing the nape of her neck. His other hand lowered between his thighs. He grasped his cock, stroking the head and upper shaft with what looked like a tight grip.
Joy stilled.
“Suck,” he ordered. “Melt all the ice.”
He jerked on his cock. She saw the skin stretch tight from his squeezing stroke. The bulbous head took on a purplish tinge. Joy’s cheeks hollowed out as she sucked furiously. He continued to stroke himself, sometimes with a loosened fist, sometimes yanking on himself in a manner that struck her as unbearably exciting. She watched, panting through her nose, as he used his thumb to rub a clear drop of ejaculate into the slit on the head.
A few splinters of ice still remained on her half-numb tongue, but she spread her lips wide in an invitation. He grunted and braced his upper body on the cloth headboard of the bed with one hand. Joy thought she’d shatter from the sharp anticipation that gripped her entire body as she watched him lean forward and guide his cock to her lips.
Hard flesh penetrated her mouth and stretched her lips wide. Joy closed her eyes, her entire focus on the sensation of his cock sliding against her tongue.
“Holy fuck.” She heard his voice as if from a distance. “Your mouth is so cold.” Joy’s cheeks and jaw ached, she drew on him so hard. He groaned and thrust between her clamping lips. “And so damn hot.”