Fire & Ice: A Ménage Fantasy

by Chance Carter

  She knelt in front of him and took his cock to her mouth, tentatively at first. Her tongue gently explored the length of the shaft, her lips teasing the tip. She flicked her tongue over the opening, lapping up his beads of pre-cum.

  “Reagan, you have the mouth of an angel,” Ethan teased.

  His desire swelled, filling her mouth as his cock grew even longer and thicker.

  She began to eagerly work her mouth and tongue on him, taking him deep into her throat and licking the sensitive underside of his shaft.

  Ethan shuddered with pleasure.

  Reagan’s mouth was warm and deep and delicious and he felt like pouring himself into her throat. She easily kept rhythm with the pace of his hips as he thrust himself deeply into her. He knit his fingers through her hair, guiding her head back and forth at the pace that kept him on the verge of climax, but didn’t quite take him all the way.

  She looked up at him and met his eyes. He smiled devilishly at her.

  “Oh god woman, you’re making me crazy,” he groaned.

  His words encouraged her to take him even deeper into her mouth and throat. He moaned and slowly pulled away from her.

  “I’m going to cum if you keep that up, baby. And as much as I’d like to, I’ve had my heart set on that sweet little pussy of yours for some time. Come here,” he said as he raised her to her feet.

  He kissed her mouth once again, his hands exploring every curve of her naked body as his tongue explored her mouth.

  He slid his hand between her legs, easily locating her clit and he massaged her gently through her soaking panties. The sounds of her hushed moans and soft gasps excited him beyond words.

  “Reagan, I’m going to cum so hard inside you you’re going to scream,” he said.

  She moaned with desire and wrapped her hand tightly around his cock and squeezed.

  “Oh yeah. You better give me all you got, big boy.”

  He smiled. She still thought she was in control of the situation.

  She was wrong.

  He put his hands on her shoulders and gently coaxed her down onto the bed.

  “Sit,” he commanded.

  She sat down and reached out for him.

  “Ah,” he teased, stepping back. “Not yet, naughty girl. Put your hands by your side."

  She looked at him mischievously and smiled.

  “What are you up to?" she asked, searching his eyes and reaching for him again.

  He laughed softly.

  “You’re not the only one who can give orders, my love. Now, hands at your side. If you don't do as I say, I may have to tie you up,” he teased.

  "Really?" she smirked, ”You should know, I’m not comfortable giving up control."

  He stepped forward and put the tip of his cock to her lips.

  “Yes, I’m well aware of that, Reagan, but this time you’re going to do things my way."

  She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed his cock against her lips and she had to suck him instead.

  She gave up and placed her hands at her side.

  “Better," he whispered, and ran the tip of his cock around the perfect shape formed by her lips.

  Then he knelt in front of her, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. With a single powerful pull, he ripped them from her, the elastic snapping and the lace easily tearing away.

  She smiled, impressed by his little trick.

  He placed a hand on each of her thighs and gently opened her legs, exposing her delicious pussy. She shuddered in anticipation as the air chilled her moist folds.

  He kneeled up and brought the tip of his throbbing erection against the lips of her pussy. She was so wet that her juice glistened on his tip.

  She inhaled sharply as his tip pressed against her pussy lips, but he pulled back before entering.

  He put his arms around her and unclasped her bra, then slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. He looked at her for a moment, admiring her nakedness.

  “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life, Reagan.”

  She looked into his eyes and something told her she could believe him. This man, this star who’d seen it all, was telling the truth.

  “Really, Ethan?” she whispered, so quietly he barely heard her.

  “Really, Reagan.”

  He tossed her bra to the floor and brought his mouth to her nipple. He felt it harden against his tongue as Reagan sighed with desire and pleasure. He smiled at the thought of how badly she wanted him. She was desperate for him, and he wasn’t going to show any mercy.

  She was his now, at last. He had her right where he wanted her, and he wanted it to last forever.

  He put his mouth over her other nipple, letting his teeth graze her flesh. She pulled in her breath, anticipating pain, but was met with intense pleasure instead. Her hands reached out to touch his hair but he grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back.

  "Hmmmm ... now you are being naughty. I told you to keep your hands down."

  “What happens if I’m naughty?” she purred.

  She struggled against his grip and he felt his pleasure swell. He knew she was turned on by his assertiveness.

  “Whatever I want,” he said.

  “Okay,” she gasped, her green eyes glazing over.

  He knew she was ready to submit to him and that excited him. He pushed her back.

  “Lay back on the bed and open your legs for me."

  She smiled and obeyed.

  “First, I want to taste you," he said as he buried his face between her legs.

  Ethan was so hot for her, so ready to cum inside her, but he couldn’t help prolonging the moment a little longer. His tongue covetously lapped at her pussy and he swallowed every drop of her juice.

  She mewed quietly as he began sucking, gently at first and then more forcefully, on her clit.

  His cock throbbed and pulsed, desperate to get inside her. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. He sucked and nibbled her clit, and although he didn’t know her body well yet, he knew she’d cum soon.

  Unable to control her pleasure, Reagan let out a primal moan, grinding herself into his face as she convulsed in ecstasy, her juices spilling into his mouth.

  His hand found her pussy and he rubbed his open palm up and down, spreading her wetness around. His fingers probed her hole and he plunged two of them inside her.

  Reagan gasped with pleasure. His fingers easily found her G-spot and he expertly applied the perfect amount of pressure.

  Waves of orgasm rushed over her, sending every muscle in her body into contractions and convulsions of pleasure she never knew were possible.

  As he stroked her, her entire body rocked. She held nothing back as the electricity coursed through her body. Ethan’s jaw dropped, spellbound by her uninhibited pleasure.

  Reagan lay back on the bed, her eyes shut, as her orgasm subsided.

  “Wow,” Ethan said.

  “Shut up and fuck me,” Reagan begged, breathlessly.

  He climbed up over her and looked down into her eyes. His cock rubbed against her wet pussy and twitched, almost sending him over the edge.

  She pressed herself up against him, begging him to penetrate her.

  “Can I touch you now?"she asked cheekily.

  Ethan smiled. “Absolutely," he growled.

  Her hands reached out for him, exploring his body while she kissed him fervently.

  Her eagerness was contagious. He leaned in to take her but she pushed him back and quickly rolled on top of him. He felt the swell of her breasts and the heat of her pussy against his body. She kissed him again, her tongue teasing his, while she rubbed her wet pussy against his thigh. Her passion quickly rose as the friction brought her to another breathless orgasm.

  “I love making you cum," Ethan whispered.

  She looked at him and smiled, her hair dangling loosely around her face, the heat of her orgasm reddening her cheeks.

  She straddled him and raised her body just enough for his c
ock to find her opening. Then, she mounted him, slow and deliberate, her eyes focused on his. She gasped as his cock slid up into her, the pleasure surging deep within her. She rocked her body over him, her honey wetness pouring over his cock. He held her by the waist as she fucked him, enjoying the waves of his own pleasure.

  As her body convulsed into yet another wave of orgasm, he lifted her up and threw her onto the mattress next to him.

  She was face down and he quickly climbed onto her.

  He wrapped his fist in her hair and then held her down at the neck.

  She lifted her ass and swayed from left to right, inviting him in.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he gasped.

  “Are you going to keep talking about it or are you going to do it?" she teased.

  “Oh, aren’t you the sassy one?" he said, smacking her ass hard.

  He’d never wanted anything so badly. He’d never been so hot for a woman.

  He knew he was about to explode inside her and the thought was so thrilling it overwhelmed his mind.

  He raised her ass up and slipped his shaft into her pussy.

  She moaned her pleasure, encouraging him to drive into her even harder.

  He slid his hot cock in and out of her wetness while she matched his motions, opening herself up so he could penetrate more deeply.

  He flipped her around so that she was facing him, somehow keeping his long cock inside her as she turned.

  She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and that was enough to push him over the edge.

  He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust deeply into her, and in a swift motion lifted her on to his lap, his erection never leaving her body. She felt the warm pressure on her clit and her passion surged again. She rocked herself on his cock until she came once more, sinking her teeth into his neck, branding him with her bite.

  Her moans sent him over the edge and his own orgasm coursed through his body, draining his hot cum into her like lava flowing from an erupting volcano.

  He held her close to him while, crushing her against his chest with his strong arms as his cock pumped his semen into her. Her eyes widened as she felt him flowing inside her. She thought he’d never stop.

  How much cum did he have inside him?

  Then he released his grip a little and gasped as if he’d been holding his breath.

  His orgasm was finally over. He’d finally had his release. He’d finally claimed her body as his own.

  They caught their breath together, and he held her against his chest, enjoying the heat emanating from her flushed skin. He held her for several minutes as their bodies recovered, entwined in a lovers’ embrace.

  He stroked her hair gently, enjoying the intimacy, more in love than he’d ever thought possible.

  “Shower with me?" he said as his breath returned to normal.

  Reagan tenderly kissed him as she peeled herself away. He slipped off the bed and held his hand out, offering to help her up.

  “I would love that,” she said, taking his hand.

  She stood up and he pulled her close again, looking over her face.

  “You’re so beautiful, Reagan” he said, his voice full of sincerity. “I’ve never had feelings like this in my life.”

  CHAPTER 44

  ETHAN

  Reagan made them pasta for dinner while Ethan put together a salad. She opened a bottle of wine and they sat on the balcony, enjoying their meal with the city lights twinkling in the distance. He was always amazed by how comfortable and easy they were around one another, how natural their conversation flowed.

  He loved how Reagan could talk about any subject, and how she wasn’t afraid to challenge him during their playful debates. She was thoughtful and funny and he was captivated by her.

  They were enjoying their coffee, sitting close enough to hold hands. Reagan looked thoughtfully at him and smiled. He returned her smile and squeezed her fingertips lightly.

  “Are you happy?” he asked her.

  She nodded slowly.

  “Yes. I wasn’t sure I would recognize happiness if I ever found it. It’s better than I imagined,” she said thoughtfully.

  “Good. I always want you to feel that way. I want to be the man who thinks of ways to bring you joy every day,” he said and he meant it.

  Reagan smiled warmly at him, but her eyes were filled with worry.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  She shrugged. He could tell she was in deep thought.

  “You can tell me,” he said.

  “I’m just trying to figure out how this is going to work, you and I,” she said quietly.

  Ethan sat forward and set his empty mug on the table.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I just worry that the media will make things difficult for you. I’ve always been as discreet as possible, but look how easy it was for Kirk to find me. And what about your situation with Mia? Look how fast they were to print the story. Imagine what they would do with this. Could this hurt you? Your career?” she said, her brows knitting together with concern.

  Ethan looked at her thoughtfully, a comforting smile on his lips.

  “Reagan, I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve given this a lot of thought too. The truth is, the public loves gossip, the juicier the better, but they also have very short attention spans. Scandal is the thread that stitches Hollywood together. Drugs, affairs, million-dollar divorces, bed hopping cougars, secret gay lovers ... they love all of it! Trust me, what two consenting adults do in their own time, kinky or not, will not hold the attention of the public very long, especially if they’re in love.”

  Reagan smiled brightly.

  “In love?” she asked, raising her brows.

  Ethan nodded.

  “Oh yeah.”

  He nodded, leaning in for a kiss. She put her finger to his lips to stop him.

  “You love me?” she asked again.

  Ethan sat back and grinned confidently at her.

  “I love you, Reagan. You’re a beautiful, smart, sexy, wise-ass. I love that you’re adventurous, brave and kinky as hell, but you’re also thoughtful and compassionate and loving. You give great head and make the best chocolate chip cookies I’ve ever eaten,” he said with a playful wink.

  Reagan scrunched her nose at him and giggled.

  He continued.

  “Also, you’re imaginative and playful and open minded in the best way possible. You keep striving to be a better person and you make me want to do the same. And you aren’t afraid to call me out on my shit, but I get the sense that no matter how flawed I prove to be, you’ll still love me unconditionally. The best part of all that? I feel like I haven’t even scratched the surface, like life with you will continuously unveil adventures and surprises.”

  He sat back and looked at her thoughtfully.

  Reagan stood up and climbed into his lap, kissing him passionately.

  “I love you too, Ethan,” she admitted breathlessly, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

  He shifted her off his lap and they both stood up. He took her hand and lead her from the balcony to the living room where he showed her once again just how much he loved her.

  He lay her down on the sofa and she looked up at him, amazed that he was already hungry for more.

  He pulled off her clothes and slid his cock into her and when their eyes locked, they both knew this was the real thing. This was the thing they’d both been searching for their entire lives.

  This was love.

  When he came inside her, she clung to him so tightly, the muscles in her pussy gripped his cock so tightly, that he knew she was holding on to him for dear life. She would never let him go. He knew that. And he would never let her go either.

  Their love was for life.

  After their lovemaking, they lay together on the sofa, Ethan behind Reagan, his arms wrapped loosely around her, his hands cupping her breasts.

  “What are in those boxes?” he asked curiously.

  Reagan c
huckled softly. She hadn’t taken her supplies to storage yet.

  “I packed up some of Lady Grace’s things,” she said casually.

  He kissed her on the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair.

  “What are you going to do with them?”

  She shrugged and giggled quietly.

  “Well, I can’t exactly donate them, can I?” she teased.

  He laughed.

  “Hmm. Probably not. What about keeping them? We can put them to good use. You can bring Lady Grace out to play once in a while, like when I have been a naughty boy.”

  Reagan laughed.

  “You mean you don’t want to tame me?” she said provocatively.

  Ethan gently flipped her on her back and kissed her.

  “Hell no. I wouldn’t dream of it. Of course, we’ll have to put a lock on the playroom in our house, you know, to keep the kids out.”

  Reagan giggled.

  “Kids?” she said.

  He nodded and kissed her smiling lips.

  Reagan sighed peacefully and caressed his arms. She traced the crest tattoo on his shoulder with her finger tips.

  “What’s the significance of this crest? What does Fortis Et Fidus mean?” she asked curiously.

  Ethan glanced at his shoulder and grinned.

  “That’s the McLaughlin crest. It means Strong & Faithful,” he said. “Good you asked, since I’m going to make you Mrs. McLaughlin.”

  Reagan nodded her head slowly, her eyes dizzy with love.

  She cradled her hands behind Ethan’s head and pulled him into a deep kiss. It was the kind of kiss that had an answer to every question, the kind of kiss that would form the basis of a marriage that would last them both the rest of their lives.

  CHAPTER 45

  EPILOGUE

  Ethan led Reagan down the red carpet, stopping often to talk to colleagues, friends and the media. She stood tall and proud by his side, the epitome of class and confidence. She wore an emerald green off the shoulder gown that displayed her curves beautifully. She was in the early stages of her pregnancy, so while she was not yet showing, she was glowing the way expecting mothers do.

  No one knew yet.

  They wanted to keep the news to themselves until after the award season. The film Ethan had been producing since they met was killing it at the box office and receiving high critical acclaim. It had been nominated for all the major awards, and tonight was the big show.