Beware Falling Ice

by Tymber Dalton

  He pulled her into his arms, his hands sliding down to her sweet, spankable ass. He loved that she wasn’t stick-thin, had rounded curves and plenty of padding in her ass so he could leave his marks on her.

  And he loved leaving his marks on her. Loved the way it made him feel, knowing she took that for him because she enjoyed it and wanted it.

  The trust she had in him.

  He stared down into her green eyes before slanting his lips over hers.

  And there went his cock, nice and hard and ready to play.

  It’d have to wait.

  Before he got that far, he’d make sure he blew the top of her head right off with pleasure, make her come until she begged him to stop.

  Because he’d been dying to hear what she’d sound like coming for him, and coming hard.

  As the bathroom steamed up around them, he gave thanks for bottomless hotel water heaters as he lowered his lips to her left nipple and gently teased it, sucking, licking, making her gasp and moan and whimper.

  Yeah. Just like that.

  Every time she tried to reach for his cock, he gently pushed her hand away until he’d leaned her against the wall and knelt, going down on her, teasing and tormenting her clit, loving the sounds she made.

  Then she buried her fingers in his hair, moaning loudly as she came under his mouth.

  Atta girl.

  He was more than a little certain that the last thing on her mind at that moment was shitty relatives or any bad things from her past.

  He’d already known from their play that she kept herself trimmed short down there, and he held on to her thighs as he buried his face in her pussy and licked, sucked, teased, and generally spent quite a while on his knees and introducing her to this side of him.

  Who said Doms weren’t supposed to do this? Doms could do any damn thing they wanted.

  And what he wanted to do was show her how good this was and could be, so if any doubts came creeping around in her brain, she’d have these kinds of memories to weigh those thoughts against.

  Stacking the deck in his favor.

  With his cock screaming for attention, by the time he shut off the water and they got dried off, she was recovered from their first round and eager for more. He held her, kissing her as they backed across the room to his bed. She fell back on it and he climbed on top of her, kissing her, pinning her arms over her head as he nibbled his way down the side of her neck to her breasts. There, he gently nipped, enjoying her moans, applying more pressure until her moans turned needy and hungry and sounding like she did when he had her on a bench and was working her over with a cane.

  He nipped and bit his way down her tummy, to her thighs, which he pushed apart and left bite marks up and down the insides of.

  Then she surprised him, rolling him onto his back. “Please, let me go down on you, Sir.”

  “You do that, I’m going to need a helping hand for round two.”

  She grinned. “With pleasure.”

  He gasped as she engulfed his cock, his hands holding on to her head as his balls exploded and made an Atlas rocket launch look like a spitball by comparison.

  He groaned with relief, frustration, and embarrassment. “Fuck. Sorry.”

  She giggled, sitting up and licking her lips.

  At least she was a swallower.

  “Someone hasn’t been laid in a while.”

  “I’m so sorry, sweetie. I—”

  She silenced him with a kiss. “Challenge accepted,” she whispered before heading down there again.

  He closed his eyes, one hand settling on her head as she went back to work, bobbing up and down on his shaft. Her warm, sweet lips and tongue felt like magic against his cock. He thought for sure it’d be at least ten or fifteen minutes before he’d be able to recover.

  Fortunately, he was wrong. Within a minute, he felt interested twitches from his cock.

  Never taking his eyes off her, he reached over to the bedside table for the bottle of lube. “Here, baby,” he said. “And I bought condoms. See? This Dom follows orders.”

  She looked up at him. “We don’t need them. I’m on the pill. As long as you haven’t been with anyone since we traded tests.”

  “Okay, sweetie.”

  She sat up, squirting a dollop of lube into her palm and then dropping the bottle onto the bed as she stared into his eyes. She stroked him with one hand and her clit with the other, only taking seconds to get him fully hard again.

  They both gasped as she impaled herself on him. Grabbing her, he rolled them over, kissing her, on top of her and now in control again as he fucked her. “God, you feel so fucking good, baby.”

  “You, too.”

  The scent of cinnamon and cloves wafted through the air.

  “What oil are you wearing?” he asked. “I love it.” His cock started tingling, feeling warm.

  Something about her tone startled him. “Um, Andrew? What was in that lube?”

  “I don’t know, it was—fuck!” His cock had suddenly gone from tingling to burning.

  “Ow!” She scrambled out from under him and found the bottle. “Oh, fuck! That’s my hand sanitizer!”

  She bolted for the bathroom, but it was a tie between the two of them trying to get through the door without even turning on the light, wanting to climb into the shower as they both now sported burning body parts.

  He didn’t mean to turn the water on cold—which in that part of the country came out ice-cold, unlike Florida’s lukewarm “cold” water—and they both let out screeches of shock until he got it turned to warm. They started rinsing off, Andrew finally reaching out of the shower and fumbling for the light switch so they could actually see what the hell they were doing.

  And as their gazes met, it was Rachel who started giggling first, making him laugh, until they were both holding on to each other under the water and the laughter rolled out of them.

  Finally, once they’d gotten the hand sanitizer off of them—and in Rachel’s case, out of her—and their flesh no longer burned, he wrapped his arms around her and held her under the water.

  “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking about your bottle of stuff being there.”

  She giggled again. “Okay, I’m calling red on doing that again.”

  “Sex?”

  She looked up. “No, silly. Sanitizing body parts other than hands.” She draped her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes. “You’re going to hate me by the end of this weekend, aren’t you?”

  “I think you have that reversed.”

  “This wasn’t your fault.”

  “Um, yeah. It kind of was. I’m the one who grabbed the wrong bottle.”

  “But I should have recognized it by the scent. I—”

  He kissed her, shutting her up. Reaching between her legs, he slowly slid one finger along her clit, lightly teasing her until she started responding.

  Now that it wasn’t under chemical assault, his cock also started to inflate. This time when he slid his cock into her, with her pressed against the tile of the shower wall, there was nothing but moans of the good kinds from both of them.

  He found her hands and laced fingers with her, pinning them against the wall, over her head. He slowly fucked her, his tongue mirroring what his cock was doing to her pussy, her soft moans of pleasure rolling through him like an aphrodisiac.

  This. Barring their initial fumble, this was what he wanted to do to her. To make her feel good, to show her how good things might be between them.

  To show himself the best reason of all to ditch his fear and try to build something more, something lasting, with her.

  He finally hit upon just the right angle to fuck her, where his body stroked against her clit with every thrust and pretty soon, she was coming again. He sped up, waiting, timing it, finishing after she did and letting her swallow his satisfied groan before falling still buried inside her.

  Releasing her hands, he turned them around, his back to the wall and holding her pressed against him,
his forehead touching hers. Her hands slid down to his hips and around, resting on his ass.

  “Now that’s more like it,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Premature launches and unintended disinfecting aside, that’s what I’m talking about.”

  She softly giggled. “You know Lynn’ll want to use all that in a book, right?”

  “Who says I’m telling her?”

  “Oh, come on. That was hysterical.”

  “Sure, it’s hysterical now. It wasn’t so hysterical a few minutes ago when it felt like my cock was covered with Napalm. You weren’t exactly giggling, either, my dear.”

  “Hottest pussy you’ve ever fucked, I bet.”

  Now it was his turn to snort with laughter. He held her tightly, his face pressed into her wet hair. “You might be sick of me after this weekend,” he warned. “You’ve unleashed a monster. You’ll be peeling me off you any time you stand still for too long.”

  She met his gaze, her green eyes boring deep into his soul. “So what does this make us?”

  “I don’t care, as long as whatever label you want to use is prefaced by ‘monogamous.’”

  “I meant where do we go from here?”

  “Back to bed. My bed. And leave your damn hand sanitizer on the dresser.”

  She laughed. “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Eleven

  They spent the rest of the evening talking, defining limits and boundaries—not very many—before they made love again and fell asleep.

  The next morning, Rachel awoke in Andrew’s bed, draped over him, his warmth a nice contrast to the chill in their room. She got up, dashed over to the AC unit and bumped the heat up a few degrees, then hit the bathroom before returning to bed.

  Based on the light outside, it couldn’t be much later than seven, meaning they could sleep in.

  As she snuggled against him again, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. “No fair escaping.”

  “I wasn’t, Sir.”

  He opened his eyes and stared at her. “We okay?”

  “As long as I keep the hand sanitizer off the nightstand, yeah.”

  He snorted. “I can laugh about that now, but I’ll admit I was beginning to think we were cursed. The cousins, my quick-draw cock, that. Holy hell.”

  She stroked his arm. “You haven’t even met most of my family yet. You sure you want into this madness?”

  He kissed her, one hand cupping the back of her neck.

  Why had she waited this long to have sex with him?

  Oh, yeah. Stupidity.

  He rolled on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress, his hands finding hers and pinning her hands over her head. “Stay,” he whispered before disappearing under the covers.

  She didn’t have to wonder long what he was doing. He nudged her thighs apart and buried his face between them, making her moan.

  As she squirmed against his mouth, his talented tongue and lips did delicious things to her clit and pussy. It didn’t take long for him to make her come the first time, but he was an overachiever. He barely let her cool off, drawing circles around her clit with his tongue, before he started working her up again.

  This time, he took her right to the edge, but didn’t let her get over. One finger, then two slid into her pussy, followed by a third.

  Just as she thought maybe he was about to get her over, he stopped.

  “You got batteries for that vibrator?”

  She had to swallow before she could form words. “Yes, Sir. In my suitcase.”

  He was up and out of bed, and when he returned a moment later, he clicked the vibrator on, then off again. He rolled her over and nudged her onto her knees, shoulders on the bed, ass in the air.

  She moaned into the pillow as he slowly started fucking the silent vibrator into her pussy, not happy until he had it all the way in, apparently.

  Then she felt him reach for something, followed by the cool feel of lube down the crack of her ass.

  “This is lube,” he confirmed. “I double-checked.”

  Her breath came in quick gasps, knowing what he was about to do.

  She’d confessed to him the night before that she’d wanted to try anal with him.

  She just hadn’t expected him to be this frisky without coffee.

  He leaned in and bit her right ass cheek, hard, then her left. “I want you to think of this every time you sit down today,” he said. “That way, any bad thoughts in your brain will have to struggle against the memory of me doing this to you, and you wanting me to do it to you again.”

  He turned the vibrator on low as he worked one, then two, then three fingers into her ass, slowly stretching her and making her moan, but not letting her get off yet. Then he wiped his hand on a towel he’d also brought out, grabbed one of the condoms and sheathed himself in it, and slowly pressed the head of his cock against her ass.

  She moaned, trying to rock back and forth against him but his hands held her hips still. “Shh, pet. Let me drive.”

  She squirmed and begged him to go faster, but he wouldn’t be rushed. The low, humming vibration of the toy buried in her pussy still wasn’t enough to get her off, just enough to offset the burning pinch of how stretched she felt by his cock and the toy at the same time.

  It was only when she felt his thighs pressed against the backs of hers that he let go of her hips and stroked her back. “Okay, baby,” he said. “Go ahead and fuck me.”

  She started rocking, pushing up on her arms and thrusting back against him, loving how full she felt with his cock and the toy stuffed inside her. He reached around her and felt for the vibrator’s switch, turning it to high.

  Rachel’s arms gave out as the orgasm slammed into her. With her face buried in her pillow, she cried out in pleasure, writhing against Andrew and impaling herself even more deeply as the hardest climax she’d ever felt in her life washed through her. Andrew grabbed the toy and started fucking her with it, even as he fucked her with his cock, see-sawing them back and forth inside her, drawing out her release and triggering another one.

  She bucked against him hard, wanting both him and the vibrator deep inside her, but he let out a pained gasp and fell over backward.

  Glancing over her shoulder, she realized Andrew was now collapsed on his side on the bed, moaning—and not the good kind of moan—with his hands cupped over his balls.

  The vibrator fell out of her and onto the bed, where it merrily thrashed around on the sheets.

  “What’s wrong? What happened?”

  He shook his head, eyes closed, still moaning.

  It was only when she switched on the bedside lamp that she realized what must have happened, and horror filled her.

  “Oh, my god! Are you okay?” She caught the runaway vibrator and switched it off.

  He winced and nodded, but didn’t speak.

  “Did I get you in the—”

  He nodded. It took him a couple of minutes, but he finally dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom to clean up. She sat there, feeling horrible, guilty.

  At the rate they were going, one of them was going to be flying home in a body bag.

  He slowly returned to the bed, sat, and fell backward onto it.

  Leaning in, she kissed him. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Go clean up. Then come back here. I think I want to spank you for that.”

  “I deserve it.”

  “Not very nice to nail a guy in the balls during sex.”

  “Can I kiss them and make them feel better?”

  “Maybe in a little while. Once they crawl back down from where they’re hiding inside me.” He glared at the vibrator. “Here I thought I was being a smart guy.”

  “If it means anything, I loved it.”

  “Oh, I could tell you loved it. I was loving it, too, right up until the moment you reared back against me and the vibrator nailed me square in the nuts.”

  She couldn’t help it. She snickered.

  Fortunately, he was staring right into her eye
s and started snickering, too.

  Before she knew it, they were both roaring with laughter, holding on to each other on the bed, her draped over him.

  She leaned in and kissed him. “Thank you,” she said. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me. I’m really sorry we seem to be cursed this weekend.”

  He let out a sigh. “Yeah, well, I’m looking at it like this. If we survive the weekend, hopefully we have nothing but smooth sailing from this point on, right?” He reached up and touched the tip of her nose with his finger.

  “Right.”

  “I’m still spanking you, though.”

  She grinned. “Then let me go get cleaned up.”

  * * * *

  It’d been years since Andrew had taken a ball-tap, accidental or otherwise.

  He’d forgotten how miserably horrible they felt.

  The thought of getting to spank Rachel, though, might just coax the boys into wanting to play again. He knew they’d need to take their showers and get moving to go eat breakfast if they wanted any hope of avoiding the cousins, but for right now, he wanted to try to salvage the morning.

  His original plan had been to leave Rachel feeling thoroughly wrecked in a very good way, with some nice bite marks on her well-fucked ass, so that every time she sat down today she’d think about what they’d done.

  That’d been his intention, at least.

  She still might think about it, but she’d probably be laughing instead of horny.

  Wait. Was that such a bad thing?

  Well, his balls weren’t very happy about it, but if it achieved the same overall effect, to distract her, okay, he’d take one for the team.

  Actually, this made about the third one he’d taken for the team, if having to get up so fricking early yesterday and then the dick disinfecting last night were both counted.

  While she was cleaning up, he turned on the TV and grabbed himself a Starbucks drink from their fridge. It would do until he got real coffee in him shortly.

  Rachel returned from the bathroom and he settled her facedown over his lap, his right hand caressing her ass and his left with a firm grip in her hair. He’d raised his right hand and was about to smack her when he heard a door open and then loudly swing shut across the hall.