Ice Games

by Jessica Clare

  “No?” I was having a hard time concentrating on his words while his fingers brushed along my skin. “What are you?”

  “Light heavyweight class,” he told me.

  I didn’t know what that was. Sounded big. Big enough, anyhow. There was no question that Ty was bigger than me—and strong. But he didn’t scare me. Every time he touched me—like now—he was incredibly tender and gentle. “Are you trying to frighten me off of having sex with you by comparing our weights?”

  He chuckled again. “Not at all. I’m just constantly amazed at how someone as tiny as you can be so strong.”

  That was flattering. I smiled, glancing over my shoulder at him. I kept feeling the urge to cover my breasts with my hands, but he wasn’t looking at them and I was facing ahead, so it wasn’t weirding me out so much yet. “I’m an athlete, just like you.”

  “I know you are. And you’re a determined one, too.” He leaned in and lightly pressed his mouth to my bare shoulder, sending shivers up and down my body. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you win this thing. I know you wanted it badly.”

  “It’s okay,” I told him, and surprisingly it was. I’d gotten it all out of my system at that point.

  He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. My skin prickled in awareness, especially when his hands skimmed up and down my bare arms. Was he going to touch my bare front? My small breasts were aching to be touched, my nipples hard and pointing, and I was finding it hard not to squirm on his lap with anticipation.

  I needed Ty so much. All the weeks of practice? One long round of foreplay. Now the moment was here, and I wanted him to throw me down on the couch and screw my brains out. But he was going slow, seemingly more interested in soothing me than attacking me. And I liked it…but I wanted more.

  I’d simply have to show him.

  I considered getting up and turning around, but I wasn’t sure if I was that bold yet. So I leaned back and reached out to touch him. My fingers encountered his jaw, rough with oncoming stubble. I tilted my head and tried to kiss him, but it ended up being the side of my mouth grazing his.

  That was enough. Ty groaned and kissed me back, the hand locked at my waist tightening.

  “Can I touch you, Zara?” he whispered in my ear.

  I nodded, more than eager. Please, please touch me. My breasts were practically quivering their need.

  But he didn’t head straight for them. Instead, his hand went to my hair, where it was pinned tight against my head and caught into a rigid bun. I hadn’t taken it down when I’d collapsed into tears. “I want to see this around your shoulders,” he told me. His fingers tugged at the band holding it tight, and then he frowned. “I’m, uh, just not sure how to get it down.”

  I laughed and raised my hands in the air to begin undoing the mass of pins holding my hair in place. “It’s pretty much anchored to my head at the moment. Give me a second.”

  “Take all the time you need,” he told me. “I’m admiring the view.” And he reached under my upraised arm and grazed the curve of one of my breasts.

  That sent a jolt rocketing through me. I bit back my moan and concentrated on undoing my hair from the jillions of pins they’d shoved into it to ensure it’d remain in place. I tore at them, anxious to get my hair loose, curious to see what Ty would do—or say—next.

  It took me a minute, dragging pin after pin out of my hair, to free everything. As I worked, Ty’s hands moved over my back, stroking my skin in a lazy fashion that was utterly distracting, and it made my hands shake just a bit more. Freeing my hair seemed to take forever, but it was finally loose. I scratched at my scalp and shook my curls out to loosen the stiffness from the hairspray, and then let it fall over my shoulders.

  “Mmm, much better,” Ty said in a husky voice that made shivers move all over my skin. “You never let your hair down, except when you’re with me. Did you realize that?”

  He made it sound like I was doing it deliberately. Or was that just a double entendre? I didn’t know how to answer.

  I didn’t need to, apparently. Ty’s hand grazed over my lower back, close to the band of my panties. “You have the sexiest lower back I think I’ve ever seen.”

  That struck me as weirdly specific, and I couldn’t help the nervous giggle that erupted. “Lower back? That’s…random.”

  “Not random at all,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. His fingertips brushed over my tailbone. “You have the cutest, tightest little butt that flares out. Just above, you have these two dimples at the base of your spine. It’s gorgeous. Makes me want to put my mouth there.”

  I gave a little wiggle in his lap, aroused by that mental image. “What’s stopping you?”

  “Oh, I plan on it. It’s just further down on the list of places I want to put my mouth.”

  “You have a list?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I do. I’ve been planning this list for days. Maybe even weeks.”

  Really? He’d been thinking about sleeping with me for that long? “What’s first on this list?”

  “Your mouth, obviously.”

  I grinned, my fingers going to my lips. “An obvious choice. I’m disappointed by your lack of imagination.”

  “Give a guy a minute,” Ty said, unruffled by my criticism. “You haven’t heard the entire list.” And his thumb skimmed along the band of my panties, dipping in to graze at my flesh.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, in a tone that was anything but. “Please go on.”

  “Well, once I kiss your mouth to shut you up—”

  “Oooh—”

  “—I’d go for your ears. You have such soft, sweet little ears that it makes me want to suck on them.” And his fingers reached through the tangle of my dark hair and brushed at my earlobe.

  It was ticklish, and I squirmed. “Mmm. This is sounding better. Keep going.”

  “Next, I’d probably kiss your jaw. Again, making sure to keep that mouth of yours quiet.” At my snort, he chuckled and his hand went to my shoulder, caressing it. “Then I’d probably go here, maybe move on to your collarbones.” His hand swept inward, brushing aside my hair and stroking the skin at the base of my neck.

  I bit back the moan building in my throat. His skimming touches felt so very good. “And next?”

  “Next, I’d have to start exploring the rest of you,” he told me. I felt him shift under my legs, and then his big hands slid forward and cupped my breasts. “Starting with these.”

  I gasped at the twin sensations that shot through my body. My hands automatically went to cover his—I didn’t know if I wanted to remove his hands or guide him.

  “You have such beautiful little tits, Zara. Fucking love them.” He squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples, stroking a finger over them. “I know you’re a tiny girl, but these are the perfect handful. Perky, tight, and I bet they’d taste amazing in my mouth.”

  A choked little gasp escaped my throat. I’d been trying to be so quiet, but he was overwhelming me with his touch, his words.

  “Now that’s better,” he told me, and he rolled my nipples between his fingers. “I was wondering if you were going to be silent the entire time.”

  I could feel heat creeping into my face. “I…I just…” My hands clenched against his and then I dropped them, deciding that I did not, in fact, want to stop him at all.

  “Wasn’t sure?” He leaned in and kissed my shoulder, gave my breasts a squeeze even as he pulled me back against him. Now, my bare back rested against his chest. “Trust me, Zara, I want to hear all your responses. Understand?”

  I nodded, shy.

  “So when I stroke these pretty breasts,” he said, and his thumbs brushed down over the curve of my breast. “I want to know if you like it or not. If you’re silent, I can’t tell.” His mouth was so close to my ear that his breath whispered against my skin, making me feel jittery inside.

  “I like it,” I said softly. “I like it when you touch me.”

  “Good,” he said, and nuzzled at my ear. “Because I
intend on touching you quite a bit. We never even finished my list. You want me to go on?”

  And he tweaked my nipples again, eliciting another gasp from me.

  “Well?” He asked.

  “Yes,” I told him, and my voice was breathy with need. “Go on.”

  He nipped at my earlobe, sending sensation spiraling through my body, and I felt his thumbs roll my nipples again. The sound that came out of my throat was not quite a moan, but it wasn’t silence, either. “I’d go on,” he told me in that low, husky voice that was driving me wild and making me wet. “I’d play with those pretty breasts for a long time, of course, but that’s just the appetizers. I’d want to get on to the main course. So I’d keep going. Tease this flat little belly of yours for a bit.” His hand lifted off my breast and slid down the center of my ribcage to the curving flat of my stomach, and then dipped into my bellybutton. “And then maybe I’d go lower.”

  “Lower?” There was a quiver in my voice, and I wanted to roll my hips against him badly, but I forced myself to remain still.

  “Oh, definitely lower, Zara,” he murmured against my neck. “That’s where all the good stuff is. Hidden in these sweet little panties of yours.” His fingers brushed over the mound of my sex, grazing me through the fabric. “How can I make a kissing list and not include the main course?”

  My thighs clamped together when he cupped my mound. “Ty…I don’t know. What if I don’t…taste good?” My face burned at having to admit that out loud. But sex was a big intimacy jump for me. Oral sex? It was kind of blowing my mind at the moment, and it made me nervous.

  “Baby, you’ll taste amazing.” His words were easy, reassuring. “You want me to make your first time good, right?”

  I nodded, my torso feeling cupped against his. I loved Ty’s body against mine.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Again, I nodded. He was my partner. I’d let him hold me over his head and fling me around the ice. How could I not trust him?

  “Then let me show you how good I can make it for you,” he told me. His fingers brushed against the waistband of the front of my panties, hinting at what he wanted to do to me. “Okay?”

  “Okay,” I breathed, my entire body quivering with nerves. God, I was so freaking skittish right now. He was going to get tired of having to encourage me, I knew it. Ty probably had experienced women in his bed all the time. He hadn’t been thrilled I was a virgin. But he was also being so achingly sweet at the moment that I hoped this would go on forever.

  Ty sucked on my earlobe, his hand massaging my lower belly, and I moaned. I was definitely slick between my thighs, responding to his touch despite my jangling nerves. My pulse had centered low between my legs, and all of the blood in my body seemed to circulate from there with a heavy thump thump thump pulsing right at my clit.

  I held my breath when his big hand slipped under the waistband of my panties, and I felt his fingers brush against my sex again, exploring. My body tensed, waiting.

  And then he slid two fingers down the wet seam of my sex, parting my lips.

  I cried out, arching against him. Oh god. That felt really good. I’d touched myself there before, of course—I was no stranger to masturbation. But having a guy touch me there? Totally different—and a thousand times more powerful.

  “Ah, Christ, Zara. You’re wet as hell, baby.” His fingers stroked up and down my folds, teasing, and then circled the entrance of my sex before gliding upward to circle my clit. “Look at you, just dripping with need. So hot.”

  I whimpered.

  He pulled his fingers out of my panties and held them up, showing me the gleaming wetness coating his hand. “Beautiful.” And then he shocked me by putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. He groaned then. “Knew you’d taste amazing.”

  “Ty,” I breathed, my breath getting raspy and harsh with excitement. I wriggled on his lap, utterly aware of the hard line of his sex pressing up against my backside. I wanted him to touch my pussy again. I wanted him to finger me more. I just…didn’t know how to ask for it. So I said, “Ty, please,” and clung to him.

  “I think it’s time we head to my room,” he said abruptly. “You shouldn’t have your first time on the couch, and if we keep playing, I’m not going to be able to walk.”

  “Oh.” I blushed, mentally picturing him over me on the couch. I kind of liked that image.

  His hands gestured for me to get up off of his lap, so I did, feeling a little bereft. My arms crossed over my breasts protectively as I stood, waiting for him to lead the way.

  Ty got to his feet, and he immediately turned me and drew me against him. “Don’t look so sad, Zara. We’re not even close to done.”

  “I’m not sad—” I protested, but he shut me down with a hot, seeking kiss. I moaned against his mouth, my arms going around his neck. I could taste myself on his lips, and that was wildly erotic, as much as the press of his cock against my belly. My nipples grazed his t-shirt and I whimpered, even as the kiss deepened. He was such a good kisser—when his mouth was on mine, I forgot everything else.

  He was also a distracting kisser. Before I knew it, we were at the doorway to his room and I pulled away in a daze, glancing around. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, and the blankets at the foot of his bed were crumpled into a pile. Typical guy.

  “Sorry,” he told me. “Maybe we should have gone to your room.”

  I thought of my mascara and tear-stained pillow that was totally wet from crying and probably a good bit of slobber, since that went hand-in-hand with sobbing. “Here’s fine,” I told him.

  His hands immediately reached for my breasts again, tugging my nipples between his fingers, and I moaned again, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh. Ty…I…”

  “You like that, Zara?” He continued to kiss me, hard, quick little kisses even as he played with my breasts, driving me wild. “Such a sexy, pretty little body. Love seeing you topless like this, with your hair everywhere.”

  I gave him a dazed look, my fingers stroking his jaw, and then curling around his neck. “You do?”

  “Yeah. Makes me think I’ll skip the list and go straight for the good stuff.” And he gave me a little push, moving me toward the bed. “Lay down.”

  I fell back onto the bed breathlessly, my breasts bouncing as I thumped, and I noticed the gleam in his eyes as he watched them move. That gave me an entirely different kind of rush, and as I laid back, I stretched my arms over my head, arching my back so my breasts would point at the ceiling, little needy peaks of want.

  This time, it was Ty that groaned. “You little minx. I need to taste those right now.”

  I felt the bed sag as he climbed atop it, and he moved to my side, propping up on an elbow. With one big hand, he pulled me toward him, and he immediately planted his mouth onto the tip of one breast.

  I sucked in a breath at the shock that rippled through me. Oh wow. “Ty,” I breathed. “Oh god.”

  “I’ve got you,” he told me, lips moving against my nipple. He brushed his mouth back and forth against it, tickling me, and then gave it a long, slow lick that made my toes curl, and I got wet all over again. “Love these sweet little tits.”

  My hands clenched and fluttered, and I wasn’t sure where to put them. I settled for putting my fists on his shoulders, wanting to somehow touch him but not distract him. I wanted him to keep going.

  Luckily, Ty wasn’t about to stop. He cupped my breast and lifted it for his mouth to feast on, and I whimpered again when I felt his teeth graze over my nipple. He gave it a tiny nip, and then sucked away the jolt of pain, and then he moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention.

  I moaned and clung to him, my hands digging into his shirt and fisting the material. I was going to stretch the hell out of it. I didn’t much care, either. This was incredible. I arched my back again, pressing my breasts against him, needing more.

  “That’s my Zara,” he told me, voice muffled as his mouth continued to graze my flesh. His
hand released my breast and began to trail down my belly, even as he continued to lean over me and nibble at my nipples, teasing them into stiff, aching peaks.

  Then his hand slipped into my panties again, stroking through my slick flesh. He rubbed tiny circles against my clit with his finger, I arched against him again, whimpering as his fingers worked at my pussy, even as his mouth teased my breast.

  My hips flexed, and I started to buck against his hand, unable to help myself. My orgasm was getting close, and we were still in the heavy petting stage. “Ty,” I moaned. “Ty, please…”

  To my dismay, he pulled his hand out of my panties, and I let out a small whimper of protest. He lifted his head and grinned at me, and then leaned in to give me another furious kiss that had me panting for more. “Let’s get those panties off of you.”

  At this point, he could have ripped them off with his teeth and I wouldn’t have cared. I needed him desperately, and my orgasm, which had been so close, was ebbing away fast. As he got up off the bed, I reached down and slid my panties off my legs, then shimmied them onto the floor with a kick of one leg. I was totally naked and on Ty Randall’s bed.

  And he was still fully clothed.

  I sat up on my elbows, blinking at him. “Are you going to undress?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Good,” I told him. “I want to explore you, too.”

  That made him pause, and he grinned even as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. “You want to check me out—all you have to do is say so. I am more than happy to oblige.” His hands went to the belt at the waist of his jeans, and he loosed it as I sat there, watching, rapt. Then the belt was unhooked, and he undid his zipper, and his jeans fell to the ground, presenting me with a pair of white boxer briefs that were stretched to the limit over his erection. The front of his shorts were wet in spots where the head of his cock had rubbed against them.

  My mouth went dry. He looked…huge. Like, I knew things worked thanks to nature and Cinemax and all, but was it just me, or was Ty bigger than most guys? I had no comparisons to make, but he seemed rather large at the moment, and I was rather…not.