Shiver

by Brandy Schmitt

  His words made her melt. “Yes, Sir.”

  His fingers found their way into the tight warmth of her body. She arched her back letting them sink as far as they could.

  “I love that you’re wet and ready for me all the time. Your body seems to know how to please me.” He groaned as his mouth dropped back to hers. His tongue matched the speed of his fingers as they slid out then back inside her. The muscles in her pussy clenched around his thick digits.

  “Please, I can’t take any more. I need you inside me.”

  “I love the sound of you bagging me to fuck you. Say it again.”

  Heat flushed over her entire body. At this point she would have dropped down to her knees on the floor and promised him the stars. “Please, fuck me. I need you.” Her voice dropped low but somehow remained sweet and soft. He pulled his fingers free of her, but her core didn’t have a chance of going cold. He thrust his cock deep into her, so hard and fast her bare ass slid a little over the countertop.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” He pounded into her. His teeth bit into her lower lip, drawing a soft cry out of her. The sound only revved him up more. One strong hand held her wrists forcefully against the cabinets above them, as his other hand slipped between their bodies to rub harsh circles over her clit.

  The pressure bordered between rough and virtually painful, but she loved it. Her body ached for this.

  “I’ve thought about this for two damn days. This body. This pussy. They’re all mine. You’re all mine.” His Irish accent didn’t flutter. She felt he meant every word. These weren’t the words brought on by the heat of the moment. These were words coming from deep inside him.

  His cock pounded into her. His fingers played harshly over her clit and all at once, enough was enough. “I need to come. Please?” She needed him to let her. Even though they had only been together a handful of times, her body listened to his commands better than it did to her. She needed his approval in order to find her release.

  “Wait for me, little one. God damn, I’m right behind you.” His face tightened, and he squeezed his eyes closed. His lips pulled away from hers as if he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than his cock sliding in and out of her.

  “Ice…?”

  “Now, baby. Come for me.”

  Her body released at his approval, and it felt like a dam breaking inside her. Warm liquid decanted from her body as his filled her. Her whole body shook and shivered against his. Her fingers curled around his hand, her nails dug little half-moons into the skin on the back of his hands. She heard her own voice scream his name before the blissful rapture released its hold on her. She gently floated back toward her body and relaxed against the counter. The hand holding her wrists released her, and her arms, like bricks, fell to her sides.

  He pressed his sweat-slick forehead to hers. His breathing was heavy pants against her lips. “Damn, we make a good team.” His cock jerked again, still buried inside her. At the feel of him pulsing inside her, she realized he hadn’t put a condom on.

  “Um…we forgot a…”

  “I know.” He made no move to pull away from her. If this was his way of panicking, then he was doing a better job at hiding it. “You started back on the pill, right?”

  “Yes, but it can take a full month to kick in.” How could he be this calm about a risk like that when she was teetering on the edge of freaking out? Without moving his forehead from hers he kissed her lips, his mouth linger on hers for a long moment. “Whatever happens, happens. Don’t miss any more pills though. I wish I never had to wear another condom again. I love to have nothing between us. You feel so unbelievable around me.”

  Hot tears gathered in her eyes, but he wasn’t finished. “I’ve never felt that before, Nicole. A fuck has always been a fuck. But with you…it’s like our bodies are made for each other. Like they know what the other needs.”

  His voice dropped low dripping with want, showing her just how fucking hot he was for her. It wouldn’t surprise her if she came again, simply from him talking to her. “I know what you mean. I can’t come at all without you telling me to.”

  He grinned. “I love that you’re a fast learner.” He pulled out of her and bent over to retrieve the towel that fell from his hips then grabbed her at the waist and pulled her off the counter. “I need a beer. Let’s go get cleaned up and head downstairs. I’m starving.”

  She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned up on her tiptoes. “I’m starving too, but what my mouth is watering for, I can’t get downstairs.”

  His brows popped up in question. “Watering, huh? You must really want it?”

  She nodded as her hand drifted down to the front of his towel rubbing her hand against his rapidly growing cock. “You wouldn’t want to deny a starving woman what she’s craving the most, would you?”

  His blue eyes smoldered with heat once more. His gaze dropped to her mouth then back to her eyes. She couldn’t make it any clearer.

  His cock jerked against her hand. His hand went to the knot on his towel, giving it a jerk and the towel dropped to his feet. “Don’t let me to stand in your way.”

  Offering him a pleasing smile, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Taking his pulsing, hard cock in her hands, she lowered her mouth over him.

  His fingers combed into her hair at the sides of her face, brushing the strands back, giving him a great visual of what she intended to do to him. “You have no bloody idea how fucking sexy it is to watch you sucking me.”

  His words were her driving force, pushing her further down his shaft.

  “That’s it, baby, take all of me. Holy fuck, that’s hot.” His hips bucked against her mouth sending the crown of his cock to the back of her throat. “Swallow me down. That’s it. Good girl.” He thrust into her, fucking her mouth.

  Nicole wrapped her hands around the back of his thighs spreading her fingers wide across his ass to help hold him in place. She formed a seal around him with her mouth causing indents in her cheeks from the suction. Moving her mouth up and down his shaft, she worked with his movements to take him deeper and deeper inside her warmth.

  His free hand moved to the loose hair at the back of her head. Sliding his fingers in, he twisted the locks around his fist. Holding her in his hands he pumped in and out. “I’m going to come. Now’s the time to let go.”

  His warning was an edgy moan, but there was no way she could let go of him. She’d let him come in her mouth before, and she had loved the taste and feel of it. Pressing her hands harder against him, she rolled her gaze up to lock with his.

  “You’re fucking perfect. Take me, baby. Take everything I give you.” His eyes squeezed closed and his head rolled back to his shoulders. He bucked two more times before she tasted the hot jets of his cream fill her mouth and flow over her tongue. She drank him down, then licked the tip and sides clean.

  She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. One of his hands moved to the side of her face as he stared down at her. The look in his eyes confused her. His lustful stare had turned lighter, looking more possessive and affectionate. Her stomach flipped, forcing a nervous flutter into her throat. But it was his words that brought joyful tears to her eyes.

  “All this time I thought I had safeguarded myself against the outside world the best way I knew how. I’ve been keeping people out all my life for so long, I didn’t think I remembered how to open up. Then you came along and crawled right under my skin…” He bent forward and placed a sweet kiss to her lusty swollen lips. “…and right into my heart.”

  Chapter Ten

  He had to let her go. After last night…fuck, last night had blown his mind. After she had given him the blow job of his life, he took her two more times before they fell asleep in each other’s arms, tangled between his sheets. The feeling felt so fucking right, it killed him to know how wrong it was. When morning came, he brought her awake by sliding inside her nice and slow. Some would argue he had made love to her, but he wasn’t going ther
e. No way. He only fucked. That was all he had to offer. What last night, and again in the morning, had honestly been, was his way of saying good-bye.

  In the day they were apart, he had come to the conclusion that they were simply not meant to be. They both wanted two very different things out of life, and he needed to own up to the fact that he had nothing to offer her. They were leading each other on. He could never be the white-picket-fence husband material, and she wasn’t going to be happy with being his fuck buddy forever. She deserved better from him, and he didn’t know how to give it to her. He also had to own the fact that no matter how much he fought it, he couldn’t deny any longer that he didn’t have feelings for her. Which made telling her good-bye that much harder.

  Nicole left him this morning to go shopping with Mandy, and he needed that time to gather all of her belongings she’d left around his apartment and take them back across the hall. It would be a bitter slap in the face to her, but cutting all ties quickly was the only way he could stand his ground and let her go for good. It was better for her to hate him than for him to break her heart, and that was all he would do in the end. She was a smart, caring, sexy woman. She’d have no problems moving on and forgetting all about him. It was for the best.

  He still stood in his apartment gathering the last few items she had left behind when he heard the front door open, then close. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and fought for strength and control. He could do this. He had done it time and time before. Getting rid of women had been like second nature to him.

  “Hey, there you are. How was your afternoon?” Her voice drifted around him like a perfume in the air. So damn beautiful. The happiness in her tone reached into his chest and crushed his heart. Standing up straight he held her items in his arms. Her sweater lay on top, smelling like her perfume. Then the short skirt that finished off his favorite of all her costumes. The bottle of sweet pea hand lotion that made her skin feel like silk. He needed to empty his arms or lose the fight of standing his ground against these fresh memories.

  He turned toward her, and his chest tightened with remorse. Her smile faded from her lips as she stared at her belongings in his arms.

  She forced a fake smile over her lips and reached for her stuff. “Crap, sorry about all this. Last thing you want is all my things scattered around your apartment. Here, let me. I’ll take it all home.” She pulled the stuff from his arms with her shopping bags still in her hands. “Is everything all right? You seem a little different from when I left earlier.”

  It killed him to do this. He needed to tell her it had to be over. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. Quick and fast.

  “Nikki, I’ve been thinking. You know the fights are coming in a week, right? You know how much this means to me?”

  She nodded.

  “It’s just that…I feel I’m not giving it my all when I’m around you. I feel like you take a lot of my energy and…time.” Fuck. There it is. The hurt all over her face. He avoided her eyes. He was a prick for doing this to her, but it truly was for the best. Things between them could never evolve more than they already had.

  “I’m sorry. I know you need to focus. You told me before that the fight is the most important. I guess I just…got carried away. I’ll take all this home and give you some space.” She turned from him and headed toward the door calling over her shoulder. “I’ll see you at work tonight.”

  The door closed behind her, and Ice picked up the closest thing to his hand and sent the poor coffee mug hurling across the room until it smashed into tiny pieces against the wall. “Fuck.”

  It was better this way. It had to be better this way. Ice repeated the words over and over, stopping himself from marching across the hall and dragging her against him. He wanted to bury her lips under his and kiss away the hurt he caused her. He took home the title as the world’s biggest piece of shit for breaking her heart, and the problem was, he had only just gotten started.

  ****

  Nicole’s stomach rolled again with a wave of nausea as her gaze kept drifting back to the scene at the bar. Ice stood on the other side of the metal bar top smiling that breathtaking Irish smile at every blonde who batted their lashes at him. What the hell is he doing? Was he trying to make her jealous?

  He must be trying to prove his point that they weren’t a couple. She could take a hint. It was only obvious he was trying to make her understand where they stood with each other. Understanding that and watching him openly flirt with other women were two completely different things.

  Nicole ended her dance on stage, hoping she’d gotten through her entire number. Her music ended, but she couldn’t say for sure if she went through the whole routine. Her mind had been on the action at the bar since she stepped foot on the stage.

  “What’s the matter, love?” Angel asked pushing the heavy curtain off to the side.

  Nicole shook her head “Nothing. I’m fine.”

  “So this new funk you’re in has nothing to do with your man flirting over there with those platinum Barbie dolls?”

  Had everyone noticed Ice’s sudden lack of interest in her? “We were fine this morning. I got back from shopping, and he’s like…like an entirely different person. I know he needs his space to prepare for the upcoming fight. But how is flirting and getting more attention from different women going to give him the space he says he wants?”

  “Fuck him, girl. Cut your losses and move on. Men like Ice don’t settle down. He told you himself his fighting comes over everything.” She paused as she searched Nicole’s face. She must have noticed the hurt because she softened her tone. “Look, doll. I know you thought you could change him, and please don’t take this the wrong way, but your pussy isn’t the golden ticket. If you thought for one second he was going to slip it in and all of a sudden realize how much he needs to marry you, then I’m sorry, doll, but that shit only happens in the movies.”

  She was right. Ice was on his way to making a name for himself. He was one fight away from his dreams coming true. She didn’t want to be the one who got in his way. He deserved this shot and had worked hard for three years to get this shot. She was just a stripper working in a bar.

  Nicole wiped away a lone tear with the back of her hand. Heading over to the hangers, she changed out of her dancing clothes and into her black, work T-shirt and a pair of tight jean shorts she had bought today on her shopping trip. She wanted to show them off to Ice, but he wasn’t interested in what she wore.

  She thanked Angel. Even though the woman’s words were harsh, they were the truth, and she needed to hear it. She didn’t need to walk around with rose-colored glasses anymore. The truth was, they had some laughs, they had some fun, and now it was time to move on. He didn’t seem to have any problems coming to terms with that, so neither should she.

  She had never felt a more uncomfortable torture than she did working the bar tonight. As she worked the floor gathering orders and serving drinks, she couldn’t help but notice that every time she returned to the bar, she caught Ice either smiling, flirting, or somehow touching another female. Her mood turned from sad and disappointed to angry and spiteful. She didn’t understand why, if he wanted to be free, he continued to do his utmost to crawl inside another girl’s pants.

  How did she think things would be between them when their fling finally ended? After falling for a guy like Ice, there was simply no getting over it and moving on. She might have to find a new job. Or a new place to live. Or both. If what they had between them was really over, she was going to have to do something fast. She didn’t think she would be able to stomach seeing him openly flirt every night. Unfortunately, her options are limited. She didn’t want to burden Mandy again, and returning to her parents’ house wasn’t even a question. There was no amount of money that could make her go back there.

  Nicole watched as a tall blonde giggled her way closer to the edge of the bar. She was nowhere near Ice’s type. Nicole eyed her up and down from across the bar. If she hadn’t been flirting with him, Nic
ole probably would have thought of her as pretty cute. Wearing a white, flowy top that opened at her chest and showed off her full, perky breasts. A pair of daisy dukes covered the tops of her thighs; if the poor thing bent over too far, everyone in the room would be able to see her vajayjay. She had a pretty face and a beautiful smile.

  Nicole knew how much Ice liked smiles. He had told her many times how much he liked hers. The liar.

  The flirting blonde leaned over her side of the bar top, and Ice leaned in on his with nothing between them but her beer bottle. They were smiling at each other and lost in conversation as if they couldn’t care less who heard them. Nicole’s stomach rolled as a wave of nausea hit her again.

  “Excuse me? Can we order some drinks?” Nicole rolled her eyes before turning away from the flirting scene in front of her. Two men and a woman sat at a small table near the end of the bar. The men were both wearing business suits and ties and the lady dressed in a formal work suit.

  “What can I get for you?” Nicole asked pulling out her ticket pad.

  “Martini. Dirty.” The lady ordered, then the man closest to her ordered a vodka. Nicole turned to the more attractive of the two men. “For you?”

  He smiled at her, and if she hadn’t been so hung up on the flirting asshole behind the bar, she just might have been interested. “What’s the best drink you got here?”

  She wasn’t in the mood for this no matter how good looking he is. “Beer,” she said a little too short, coming off as rude. She groaned at her attitude. She needed to check herself. She couldn’t afford to give rude service. She needed all the tips she could get. “Sorry. Hard day. I didn’t mean to sound rude. Beer’s cold…unless you like whiskey?”

  The business man looked her over. “Beer sounds great.”

  Ice couldn’t tear his eyes away from the long-legged blonde long enough to take her orders from her. Nicole handed them off to the other bartender, Keith. As she waited, her arms slumped and her head hung a little between her shoulders. How much longer did she need to endure this night? She didn’t want to cause a scene, but she needed answers about why he suddenly started treating her like this.