Midnight Blue

I slipped two fingers into her pussy, studying her closely. She flinched at my rough touch, but there was no mistaking how hot and wet she was for me.

There was a bucket of ice with glass bottles of Coke beside my shoulder—Alfie enjoyed long baths and cool soda when we were flying—and for the first time in a long time I wasn’t an angry piece of shit because of that.

“Your cunt is so warm.” I sucked in a breath, still watching her. Our clothes were heavy and drenched. Indie moved her hips to create more friction between my hand and her pussy, and I tried hard not to grin like the perv I was.

“Oh, God,” she croaked when I pushed my fingers in and out of her. “I don’t even want you.”

To this, I curled my fingers, burrowing in her wetness, and pulled them out slowly, sucking her warm juices into my mouth. She tasted like a thousand orgasms, and like a fucking liar.

“No?” I asked, holding her gaze.

“No.” At least she had the decency to try to look away.

I jerked her by the back of her neck in one movement and shoved my tongue into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. Our tongues collided and danced, and she drank herself up on a loud moan. I pulled away and held her face.

“Your cunt begs to differ.”

I grabbed an ice cube. She protested, grinding her pussy into my cock and making me want to grab her by the hair and fuck her on the floor.

Not yet. Soon, but not yet.

“More.” The pain in her voice made pre-cum gather at my tip.

I shoved the ice cube into her pussy and she shrieked, her entire body coming even more alive on top of mine as I sat on the floor, my back pressed to the Jacuzzi. I clasped her chin between my fingers, guided her back to my mouth, and silenced her with a kiss as I fucked her with the ice cube, feeling how it melted inside her sweet, warm folds. Pushing in and out, I made sure I stretched her good. She was too innocent to just drive into, and I was an arsehole, but not a sadist.

“Such a decent girl.” My breath was hot against her skin.

She relentlessly chased my fingers and ice cube, looking drunk, on the border of shit-faced. All I needed to do was touch her clit once and she’d explode like I’d pushed a red button. Which was exactly why I didn’t do it.

“But you’ll be dirty for me,” I added.

To that, she didn’t reply. I slipped my hand into the bucket again and shoved another ice cube in, and she winced, arching her back before rubbing her pussy and clit all over my abs, wanting a lot more than ice and fingers inside her.

“Answer me,” I growled.

“I’ll be dirty for you,” she rasped, riding my hand like she did it for a living.

“Take my cock out,” I ordered, my voice dripping chill almost as much as her pussy. She stopped grinding against me for a second, staring at me through dreamy eyes, the droplets coming down from the tips of her eyelashes and plastering her hair onto her forehead.

“There’s an orgasm at the end of this journey.” I smirked.

She reached between us and unbuckled me, taking my cock out with shaky fingers. She spent a few moments gaping at it, just as she had when I took a piss in front of her the first day we were on tour.

“You’re uncut.”

I wanted to laugh, but was too aroused to function. Her eyes were big and wide. Did it really matter? It never did to any of the women I’d been with before. Then again I was Alex Winslow. I was told by Blake and Alfie, though, that sometimes American women were a bit iffy about the blanket on the piggy. I took her palm and wrapped it around my shaft, squeezing my hand around hers and feeling the pearl of pre-cum between us dropping onto my clothed thigh. “Problem?”

She shook her head. “It’s just…different.”

“You’ve only been with one guy.” The fucker.

“I know, but still.”

We weren’t going to talk about the benefits of circumcision today. I moved her hand back and forth, showing her how to rub me off rough, the way I liked it. “Make me come, and I’ll do the same to you.”

“I don’t come on demand.” Her eyes met mine.

I slid three fingers into her needy pussy and curled them, hitting her G-spot at the same time I pushed my callused thumb just above her clit. “New game, new rules: you come when I tell you to.”

“Ohhh…”

Yeah. Ohhh was right, with extra fucking foreskin.

She gave me a wank while I fingered her delicious cunt. The water pounding between us was a constant reminder that people were probably asking questions, and even more importantly—that we were going to walk out of here soaking wet or worse, wrapped in towels, giving them the answer they didn’t want to hear. Not that I gave a toss. Actually, it was better if everyone knew once and for all who she belonged to. Because it definitely wasn’t Waitrose.