by Ivy Asher
“You missed a spot,” I tell him, puckering my lips.
He chuckles and plants a tender peck on my mouth this time, and I get all swoony and grateful for his thoughtfulness. Out of all the guys, I think Iceman really gets it—how important this house is to me. How it’s not just a house, but an extension of my parents. “Thank you, Rafferty,” I say quietly.
He smiles. “Rafferty, huh? I thought you only called me that when you’re mad at me.”
“Mad at you or really, really happy at you. It’s an opposite spectrum name usage.”
He smiles and rubs my back in soothing circles. “So Jerif’s off doing secret things?” I ask.
“Yep. I also had him take all of your toiletries earlier.”
“Do you think of everything?”
“Yes,” he answers without hesitation.
I grin and poke his back, where his trail of short spine spikes reside. He immediately flinches, and I have to bite my lip from laughing. “Sensitive, huh?”
He clears his throat, but I don’t miss the heat that’s banked in his icy eyes. “Ah, a bit, yes.”
I look around the room, and even though it’s still technically full of furniture, it feels emptier. All of my personal knickknacks are gone from the surfaces, my clothes are cleared out, and everything I use all the time has already been moved to the mansion.
“I know this is hard for you,” Iceman says, and I look up at him again.
“It is...but it’s good too. It feels like a new beginning. And you’ve made it so I don’t have to say goodbye to this place. So I’m getting the best of both worlds.” I let my lips curl up in a mischievous grin. “Besides, I figure this can be my pissed pad.”
That pulls him up short. “Your pissed pad?”
I nod. “Yeah, when you guys piss me off, I can come here to stew.”
He chuckles, shaking his head at me. “Jerif will love that.”
“I know, it’s gonna be great.”
“Did you want to go through the house one more time and check to make sure we got everything you want right now?”
I bite my lip and give the room a cursory glance. “Actually, I need help with something,” I confess. “Can you reach those nails in the wall and pull them out? I can’t get them.”
“Of course.”
Iceman gives me his back and gets right to work, so I quickly do the same. I unzip my pants and push them off, taking my underwear with them. My crop top is the next thing to slip down my hips, and I quickly kick the pile of clothes away. Iceman is talking about something, but I don’t focus on what as I try to pick a pose that says please fuck me now, I’ve been waiting for too damn long.
Iceman says something about needing some spackle, and I mm-hmm as I put one hand behind my head, and the other on my hip. No, that’s weird. I try both hands on my hips, but I just look like I’m pissed off or doing a really bad Superman impression. I rest my palms on the front of my thighs, elbows partially bent, and kind of stick out my chest.
Gah! I look like I have to fart.
Iceman turns around mid speech, and I freeze mid pose, because it’s too late to try anything else.
“Putty knife,” Iceman blurts before his eyes widen and then move slowly down my body. He pauses for a minute, like he’s suffering from brain freeze, before his blue eyes snap back up to mine.
“Thank fuck,” he declares, setting the nails on the top of the dresser. He rips his shirt off and shucks his pants in record time before he closes the distance between us in two strides.
I shriek in excitement as he picks me up. I’m so damn glad that worked. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist and weave my arms around his neck. I don’t really get time to think about how good his cool skin feels against my pussy before he’s threading the fingers of one hand through my purple locks and bending my neck to kiss me, like I’m a cool cup of water and he’s been crawling through the desert desperate for a drink.
I arch into him and drink my fill too. His lips are cool and soothing, his tongue teasing and masterful. Our pace is frenzied at first, but even with the need slamming through us, I also want to revel in him. Take my time and savor this.
This is Rafferty, my Iceman, and everything about who and what he is has made my entire existence better.
I slow our kiss, sipping at his mouth now, relishing his taste and feel. I pour all my love and appreciation into my movements and the way I claim him. He meets me stroke for stroke with his tongue and lips, nipping and sucking and showing me that this, us, is just the beginning.
I feel emotion bloom in my chest as I taste his love, his devotion, his claim on my soul.
I run a palm down the spikes on his back, and a shiver runs through Iceman so fast that I can’t help but laugh. I do it again, and he responds exactly the same way.
“Ohh, this is fun,” I tease as his eyes blaze with desire. He gives me a devious smile, and then the next thing I know, he brings a cool hand to the underside of my wing, and I feel the caress as though his hand is on my vagina and not playing with the wings on my back.
I gasp and let out a small moan, unable to help myself as he rubs the other wing too, a knowing smile on his face. Instead of accepting the game, set, match in his eyes, I look to up the ante. If he’s going to make me come all over his chilled, rock hard abs just from fondling my wings, then I can make him blow his load with a little spike petting and… I look up and spot his horns.
Oh, hell yeah, I bet there’s a sensitive spot on those bad boys.
I smile, but then I recall the fantasy I’ve been harboring about his horns, and it’s like my brain freezes as I let it play out in my mind nice and slow.
“What just happened?” Iceman asks, pulling back slightly as his voice yanks me from my lascivious thoughts.
I feel my face go instantly red. “What? Nothing.”
“Are you blushing?” he asks with amusement and intrigue in his voice.
“No,” I lie.
“Oh, you have to tell me what was just running through that mind of yours now.”
I shouldn’t be embarrassed. This is Iceman. I’m completely comfortable with him. But I’ve been craving the intimacy between us for so long now that I think my brain might have thought up just about every possible sex position the two of us could do. But how the hell do you say, “Oh hey, can I ride your face and play with your horns?” There’s no precedent for this kind of thing, and as much as I want to be like, the worst that can happen is he says no, I’m too nervous all of a sudden to find out. I mean, he did seem to like my quickly-strip-down-naked idea, but I don’t want to push him too much.
I bite my lip as I mentally debate.
“Fine,” he relents. “I’ll just have to make you come over and over again just by petting your wings. No sex for you until you spill it.”
My eyes widen as he immediately starts stroking my purple feathery appendages. His fingers seem to know right where to go as he pets them firmly and languidly, and it makes me gasp and jolt against him. I try to get away, but he keeps me firmly pinned around his torso, and holy shit, I really am about to come...hard.
“Okay, okay!” I scream in concession, panting as Iceman smiles at me victoriously and stops his seductive touch. My wings shiver a little at the almost orgasm. I nip at Iceman’s bottom lip, and he recaptures my mouth for a moment to deepen the kiss, his hand holding my ass firmly against him. “Confess,” he demands against my lips.
I flick his top lip with my tongue defiantly before letting out a huff. “How strong are your horns?” I ask in an effort to deduce whether or not my fantasy could actually work. I mean, if we’re dealing with popsicle stick level strength, then there’s no need to embarrass myself.
My question seems to catch him off guard. “Pretty strong... Why?”
I make a petulant whining noise and then ovary up. “Because...I kind of want to ride your face while holding your horns for leverage.”
We both go quiet for a beat.
Shit, it was too
soon!
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When Iceman just continues to look at me with bewilderment at my blurted confession, I know I need to do some damage control stat.
“I know, I know,” I say quickly. “It was just this thing that popped up in my fucked up mind when I first saw you, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s completely crazy to even ask, especially when we haven’t even had sex yet, and we were just getting started… And not everyone likes a good face fuck like I do. I shouldn’t just assume you would even want to have me do that. But it was a fantasy, so I can’t really do much about that kink, and—you know what, let’s just pretend I never asked and get back to kissing,” I say, forcing myself to stop this humiliating rambled spiel.
But before I can latch onto his mouth to stop him from replying, he pulls back. “Hold on, let me get this straight. Since you first met me, you’ve been fantasizing about holding my horns and fucking my face?” he asks carefully.
I cringe a little and nod, unable to read his expression and gauge how he feels about this. “I blame my demon nature,” I tell him sheepishly.
“Wow,” he admits, looking shocked. “I guess all there is to say is...it’s time to buzz the tower!”
The Top Gun quote he just threw out takes a second to register, but Iceman is already lifting me up and placing my thighs on his shoulders. I squeal, completely surprised and my head nearly hitting the ceiling, and then heat rushes through me as he suddenly buries his face in my pussy without hesitation.
Holy fucking shit!
His cool lips and tongue start lapping up my desire, immediately coaxing out a moan from me. I’m too stunned to do anything else.
“Get your head in the game, Maverick,” he orders between my thighs, and I snap to attention and grab onto his horns. They’re hard and ridged and surprisingly warm against my palms. I get a firm grip just as Iceman wraps his lips around my clit. I feel his mouth grow colder until it feels like he’s pressing an ice cube against my favorite bundle of nerves. I cry out as that ice cube starts sucking and flicking and circling.
Iceman’s hands grip my ass as he holds me firmly to his face, and I grip his horns even harder and start grinding against his mouth. He groans as I start moving and writhing, and he drops his mouth from my clit to lick at my entrance as I grind on his tongue.
His hard blue horns are the perfect leverage, and I banish any reservations still floating around in my mind and just let go. Not literally, because I’m not trying to fall, and this position might be my new favorite thing ever. It’s possible that horns are my new favorite appendage next to cocks...and arms...and definitely hands and tongues. Okay, who am I kidding? I want it all, every demon inch of my guys, all the time.
Without warning, Iceman’s cold tongue sweeps back and then spears me. I grind against him and fuck his face, all nerves and previous shyness gone. This is so much better than the fantasy version, and I’m coming in no time. The orgasm makes me tip my head back and shout, and I feel myself gushing with moisture as my thighs squeeze his head. I should probably worry about whether or not he can breathe, but it all just feels so fucking good.
As soon as my orgasm begins to ebb, my head comes up with panted breath. “I just thought of something else!” I shout. “Can you flip me upside down facing you?”
Iceman pauses his licking and looks up at me. The whole bottom of his face is covered in Eau de Delta. It’s funny...and hot. I can see him realize what it is that I’m wanting, and a heat laced smile spreads across his juicy face. He doesn’t say anything, because instead, he does exactly like I ask and flips me upside down like I’m a weightless demon pinwheel. With an excited laugh, I grab onto his hip and hook my thighs on Iceman’s shoulders so he still has pussy access too.
I lick my lips as I stare at the thick hard cock in front of my upside down face, and hum my excitement.
Come to mama!
I wrap my palm around his base and quickly lower my warm mouth around his cool tip. Iceman hisses and jerks into my mouth involuntarily, and I love that the feel of me messes with his control. He’s always so composed and dominant. It’s a heady feeling to know my mouth can strip him of those things so quickly.
The blood rushes to my head as I hang, and I realize I need to pick up the pace before my brain and body start to reject this position. I take him deeply into my throat, swallowing him down to calm the gag that it starts to trigger. He groans and renews his attention on my pussy, sucking on my clit to bring me to the brink again as I bob back and forth on his cock. I take him deeper and deeper until I’ve almost taken him whole, and then reach to cup his balls, massaging as I work him with my mouth.
I feel him drop his head back, too lost to the pleasure I’m sucking out of him to multitask with my pussy. I love it, and work him harder in my mouth, squeezing his balls more firmly in my hand.
“I’m going to come, Maverick,” he moans, warning me, but I’m not deterred. His balls get tighter, and he starts to thrust into my mouth faster, so I hold on to his hips and revel in it.
Face fucking is the best!
I take him down as deep as I can go. His muscles clench against my body, and then he calls out my name as he orgasms, his cum dripping down my throat. I drink him down, milking his cock with my hand and mouth. As soon as he’s recovered enough, he buries his face in my pussy while I lick him clean, his cock still hard like it’s ready for round two.
Don’t mind if I do.
I push off Iceman’s hips and lift my head, hoping the new position will help encourage the blood to rush right back out of it, as Iceman somehow coaxes another orgasm out of me, and I moan and practically twerk on his face.
Fuck!
He flips me right side up and sets me gently on my feet, both of us with hunger still in our eyes and blissed out smiles, and me slightly lightheaded but in the best way.
“Take me to bed or lose me forever,” I quote breathlessly, and then I start singing “Take My Breath Away.” My serenade abruptly ends when Iceman picks me up and throws me onto the bed with a laugh. I squeal and giggle as I bounce onto the mattress, but the frame gives a thunk, and the mattress slightly sags.
“Oh, shit!” I giggle. “Way to break my bed!”
“Psh, it’s not broken,” he rebuffs—and then gingerly crawls across the mattress like he’s waiting for us to plummet to the ground at any moment. When it seems to hold our combined weight, he looks up at me with a smile. “See, it’s just bruised a little.”
I laugh even harder and spread my legs, inviting him in as he crawls up my body, kissing as he goes. He hits an especially ticklish spot with his cold tongue, and I explode into a fit of laughter. I grab onto his horns, trying to divert his chin from my stomach, but he just attacks me with his hands, making me laugh even harder. I retaliate and start rubbing down his back spines in delicious defense. He shivers and groans, my own ticklish spots abandoned as he instead brings his cool mouth down to my nipple.
“Yes!” I encourage, rolling my hips against him, practically begging to be filled. But he just pops off one nipple and moves to the other, teasingly slow.
“You’re pure evil,” I accuse on another moan as his mouth sends all kinds of delectable sensations right to my vagina.
“Mmm,” he hums as he kisses up my throat. “And don’t you forget it.”
His tongue continues to play.
The cold temperature of his mouth as he licks and slurps and sucks makes me start writhing and whining, talking incomprehensibly.
Finally, Iceman comes up for air, searing my mouth with a kiss that somehow melts me despite how cold he is. “Are you ready for me, Maverick?” he asks, his tone husky.
I nod vigorously, somehow shaking my whole body with the movement so that even my breasts bounce in the affirmative. He chuckles, capturing the heavy, aching, sensitive mounds and kneading them gently before he reaches down between us to grip his turgid cock. The head is slightly darker blue than the rest of it, and even though he just came down my mouth, th
ere’s already precum dampening the tip.
He slicks himself up by rubbing himself over my lips, letting my juices coat him. Even that feels so good, and another needy whine crawls from my throat.
Looking into my eyes, Iceman positions himself and starts pushing in. Slowly.
My breath hitches, and I go still as I feel him feed himself into my body inch by delicious inch. He firmly and steadily makes sure I feel every part of him as he fills me up more and more.
His smooth, unhurried thrust finishes as he buries himself to the hilt, but the moment he does, he doesn’t sit there for me to acclimate like I thought he would. Instead, he catches me by surprise and immediately pulls back out before feeding himself into me all over again. But this time, he’s colder. Noticeably so.
He does this again.
And again.
And again.
Every single stroke is as unfaltering as the last, no slower, no faster. The control this must take him to not pound into me must be difficult—I can tell how much he’s restraining himself by the grit of his teeth. Knowing that he has that sort of dominance not just over me, but over himself, thrills me for some reason.
“Oh, God…”
With a firm hand on my hips, he angles me up and keeps on with his maddening pace, while I squirm and pant, my hips trying to jerk down to take him faster.
He’s going to make me go crazy. I’m a frozen puddle of want, his icy cock melting my hot, aching pussy and leaving me caught on the cusp of spiking pleasure.
“Raf,” I finally snap, because I just can’t take it anymore.
His eyes drag up from my pussy to my face. “Was that a mad Raf or a very, very happy Raf?” he teases.
“Come on,” I mewl, not even recognizing my own voice.
“I’ve got you,” he says, and then he starts fucking me.
Really fucking me.
My head thrashes from side to side, because his dick is hitting the perfect angle, and I’m so wet that I’m squelching around him. And somehow, going from slow to fast, his cock turning colder and colder with every thrust, it’s made me impossibly hot, like my cunt is trying to implement some climate control and make itself hotter for him to enjoy. I feel like I could look down and see steam coming off my pussy, every time he pushes his frozen cock in deeper.
