Black Ice: A Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Mickey Miller

  He twisted his tongue on my nipple causing me to throb with pleasure.

  As he backed up to give himself more room, his eyes were fixed on mine. Kneeling in front of me, he spread my legs open.

  My core pulsated as his big, warm hands roamed over the skin of my stomach. “You’re gorgeous, Natalie.”

  My brain scrambled that he’d said Natalie. I’d gotten so used to him calling me Florida, I’d almost started to like it.

  He kissed both of my legs, then brought a finger to my clit, rubbing it in tiny circles.

  My edges started to blur and a warm, pleasureful feeling set in. This all seemed so surreal. Not even a half hour ago I was sitting in the same spot on Shane’s bed, thinking about this happening, and now it was finally happening for real.

  I took in a shallow breath and watched his beautiful long eyelashes as he studied me.

  Something coiled inside me, and a moan slipped out. Searching for an anchor, I reached out and dug my fingernails into one of his arms. It didn’t seem to faze him.

  It was almost disconcerting how under control Shane seemed all of the time.

  I wanted to watch him lose control, just like he had that first day when he had ripped off my clothes like a caveman.

  He crooked a finger, slipping it inside, and I twisted my hips around uncontrollably. My eyes were locked on his torso for a few moments, and it struck me how comfortable he was with being naked in front of me. If the lights hadn’t been dimmed, I would have felt self-conscious during my dance. But seeing the way he watched me, I felt part of myself fade away into nothingness, until I wasn’t here in the flesh anymore, I just was.

  He bit his lip, and pinched his eyebrows

  “You’re already wet. You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

  I didn’t answer.

  “You’re tight,” he added. “This is...not going to be easy.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. I can barely get one finger in you.”

  “Well you have big fingers,” I said, glancing down at his hand.

  He grinned. “That, I do, Florida.”

  “Is everything going to be okay?”

  “Of course,” he said. “It’s just going to take a little extra.”

  “Extra what?”

  He smiled trailed kisses every inch of my skin on as he worked his way to my core.

  “Extra time. Extra warming up. Extra tongue twisting. Extra everything. And once you’re good and ready I’m going to fuck your beautiful cunt extra hard. Does that answer your question?”

  “Oh, God,” I moaned. “Shane…”

  I held onto his shoulders as he went down on me.

  His tongue flicked my clit with his finger curled inside me, hitting a spot I didn’t even know I had. The duel sensation of his mouth on my outside and finger inside created a pleasure felt so intense I grimaced. My entire body throbbed as he lapped me up.

  No one had ever done this to me before.

  I’d never felt so turned on, and so totally at ease with a man causing pleasure to flow through me.

  His free hand--the one that wasn’t inside of me--slowly felt its way up the skin of my stomach, landed on my breasts, and played with my nipples for a few minutes while he continued making me twist in pleasure with everything he was doing to my core.

  My stomach knotted in pleasure, and I felt myself riding up the rollercoaster wave hitting me right now. I gasped.

  “Yes, Shane. Oh God, yes. I can feel that everywhere. I want more of you. Give it to me.”

  My voice became groggy, and my words turned into babbling nonsense. I gripped his upper arm with both of my hands now, needing to anchor onto something so I wouldn’t float away. His big and muscular bicep was perfect for that.

  His free hand crept up my chest and landed on my neck for a few moments, rubbing gently against my skin, exploring up to my chin.

  Then his fingers rubbed on my lips, and I moaned again. He dipped a finger into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked.

  I shuddered, feeling my orgasm climbing. My clit throbbed, and my whole body pounded loudly with the pleasure of an impending release.

  Shane must have felt the throbbing need roaring through me, because he curled his finger up into me and I felt his whole mouth in between my legs. I thrusted my hips up and gasped, and he let out a growl as he brought his finger out of my mouth and wrapped it gently around my neck.

  My orgasm crashed through me like nothing I’d ever experienced. The release was so strong, I felt as though I was on the brink of floating away. I reached out and grabbed a thicket of his hair, pressing my mound up and into him like his mouth was made for my pleasure alone.

  When I realized what I was doing I felt suddenly timid, like this wasn’t something girls should do, but it only seemed to spur him on more as he lapped me up.

  He didn’t stop, and neither did my orgasm. A second wave was coming now, and it was turning me into a moaning pile of mush and I couldn’t help it. He was growling--growling--as I squirmed, licking me like a wild animal.

  It was as though he took a special sort of pleasure into making me lose control of my faculties.

  Finally, I began to come down from my orgasm, and I recalled that it was my plan to make him lose control.

  “Okay,” I managed to say in between breaths. “Holy shit.”

  He sat back on his knees, a ridiculous smirk on his face. “Fuck me, Florida, it’s hot when you come like that,” he said, smiling, his voice deep.

  “Really?”

  He nodded, and wiped my juices from his mouth with his wrist, in a feral, erotic gesture.

  Reaching into a drawer in the nightstand, he grabbed a pack of condoms, took one out, and tore the package open with his teeth.

  “I think you’re good and warmed up now,” he smirked.

  I grinned back at him. “Yeah, I’m ready for you.”

  After sheathing himself, he spread my legs out and started to press inside me, teasing me with his tip.

  This image would be etched into my brain forever. Ripped Shane looking utterly sexy, his mouth hanging just slightly open, guiding himself inside me as he took me for the first time.

  Suddenly, a wave of anxiety ran through me, and I felt myself tighten up all over.

  Reaching my hands out, I latched onto his hips and rested them.

  “Jesus, you’re still tight,” he said, looking up at me. “You okay?”

  “Yes. Really good. I want you to fuck me.”

  As I felt the pressure of his tip building, I realized I needed to come clean with him before he penetrated me. I brought my hands around to the front of his abs.

  “Hey, wait,” I said, and his eyes locked on me immediately. “One thing. There’s something you should know.”

  “What’s that?”

  I swallowed, staring at his wolf-eyes. Fear spread through me all of the sudden. It was a compulsive decision to tell him before we reached the point of no return.

  “I’m a virgin,” I whispered.

  His eyes widened.

  “You’re serious?”

  I nodded.

  “You were just going to let me fuck you and not tell me?”

  “I am telling you now. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

  He blew out a big breath. My legs were spread to the side, his arms planked on either side of my head, his hard cock just barely pressing into me.

  “Are you mad?”

  He didn’t respond for another moment, then pulled away from me and took the condom off, shaking his head.

  “I’m not mad, but it’s something we need to talk about. That’s all.”

  “I knew you’d make a big deal out of it. Why is virginity such a big to-do for everyone?”

  “It’s not that big a deal. But the fact that you were thinking about it, and didn’t tell me? That’s a big deal to me. Come on.” He gestured for me to get up.

  “Come on, what?”

  “The chili is still
on. And I’m hungry.”

  “Still?” I giggled.

  “Still.”

  “And what are you going to do about...that?” I gestured toward the ludicrously huge boner he was still sporting. “I feel bad. Are you going to get blue balls or something?”

  He squinted. “Blue balls?”

  “That’s what my ex used to say whenever we didn’t hook up.”

  “The night is young, Florida.”

  15

  Shane

  “THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE,” I said as I stirred the chili.

  “But it’s true. I’ve come close, but I’ve never had sex-well, P in the V sex.”

  “I was actually saying it’s impossible how this chili is still lukewarm. Looks like the burner it was on turned off.”

  “Oh. Ohhh,” she said as she looked in the refrigerator for something.

  She’d put her red dress back on, and I couldn’t help but stare as she bent over searching in the bottom drawer.

  “Can I help you find something?” I said, coming up behind her.

  “Yes, I’m looking for the jam.”

  “It’s in the door. Is this for the peanut butter and jelly?”

  “Yes. I’m a woman of my word.”

  “Right. Well, fortunately I already ate a delicious appetizer,” I winked.

  “Wow. You’ve got a dirty mouth,” she said, letting her hand rest on my chest.

  I shrugged. “What can I say. It’s hard not to be dirty when you’re around.”

  Walking toward the counter, she started to unscrew the jam jar, but it was sealed.

  “A little help?” she said, handing me the jar.

  I undid the top of the jam, then went back to stirring the chili. “I was honestly joking about the whole PB&J with chili thing.”

  “I knew you were. But now you’ve piqued my interest. I want to try it.”

  “I don’t know if it will go well together.”

  She put her hand on my back and caressed it. “Maybe it’ll go together like a guy from Michigan and a girl from Florida.”

  She spun back around to the kitchen island and got out four pieces of bread, she spread the strawberry jam on them with a knife.

  I went back to check on the chili, which had heated up so I put it into bowls for us and sprinkled some cheese on top.

  When I turned back, she was licking the peanut butter knife clean, exaggerating every lick.

  “Do you like it when I lick your knife?” she asked.

  “I wouldn’t know.”

  She took the butterknife out of her mouth. “What do you mean, you wouldn’t know?”

  I walked over to her and rested my hand on her hip. “Let’s see it again, in slow motion.”

  She playfully rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked her way slowly up the metal, catching the last bits of peanut butter left on it.

  Fisting up a ball of her hair, I opened up her neck to me and caught her by surprise with a kiss.

  “Not bad. I can’t wait to see how you do with the real thing,” I gritted out.

  She sucked in a couple of shallow breaths, and I released her.

  “Let’s eat.”

  We sat at the dining room table, and we made some small talk for a little bit as we ate.

  “So. Twenty-nine inches of snow tonight,” she said, between bites.

  “But yesterday they said there were going to be like ten inches and we barely got three,” I countered.

  She giggled deviously.

  I cocked my head “What’s so funny?”

  “That’s what she said,” she said, lifting her eyebrows up.

  I let out a rip roar of laughter. She smiled.

  “God damn I haven’t laughed like that in too long,” I said. “So--what the hell is your deal, Natalie? Can I ask you a question that comes off borderline rude?”

  “Sure.”

  “Why are you so weird?”

  “Weird, how?” she asked before taking another big bite of chili.

  “Oh, I don’t know. Not afraid to stay with a stranger for a few nights during a blizzard, will stalk me to see what I’m up to in the afternoon, hides in my shower to avoid embarrassment, comes with the force of a thousand suns, a secret virgin.”

  “Cut it out with the stranger talk. We’re not strangers any more…unless that’s a fantasy of yours, which we can make happen. And secret virgin? Isn’t everyone’s sex life a secret?”

  “I suppose. I just didn’t think you’d be a virgin. Don’t people just fuck all the time in Florida?”

  She made a confused face, then let out a laugh.

  “Is that Florida’s reputation, just fucking all the time?”

  “It was voted most randy state by Barschoolsports last year. I’m not making this up.”

  “Well, I am a virgin, and I guess some people like to get into the hookup culture, especially in college. I swore off men for a while and poured myself into my theatre major. Acting is a great outlet. After a while, I started dating around again, but I never really felt a great connection with a guy, and thus I never decided to go all the way with them.”

  “But you do with me, after less than one week.”

  “Shouldn’t you be trying to convince me to sleep with you, not give me reasons to stay away from you?”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “Because that’s what guys do. They’ll say whatever they have to say so that they can get into your pants.”

  I rolled back in my chair, laughing.

  “What? Why is that funny? It’s true,” she added.

  I sighed. “Maybe it’s true for guys that can’t get any.”

  “Oh, and you don’t have that problem?”

  “Look. I feel a connection with you, too. Honestly, I’m enjoying our time together--fucking or no fucking. Did I love the way you moaned and twisted while I went down on you tonight? Yes. Would I do that again? Of course. Do I want to fuck you? Of course I do. You’re absolutely stunning. But I think it’s more fun if we can talk about it a little more and get everything out in the open, don’t you think?”

  Her face was starting to redden, and she reached for her glass of water.

  “So open all of the sudden.”

  I shrugged, but didn’t elaborate.

  The truth was, when she was hiding in the shower, an array of horrible thoughts flitted through my mind. I played out a scenario in which Bob and Jared had already done some incredibly stupid shit.

  But the mental exercise made me feel loose and relieved when I realized Natalie was okay.

  “Do you have a drink?” she asked when I stayed silent. “I could use one right now.”

  “There’s not much alcohol in this house,” I reminded her. “There’s only one way to get high tonight.”

  She furrowed her brow. “Wait. Are you secretly doing drugs here?”

  I chuckled. “No. I meant fucking each others’ brains out, Florida.”

  “Oh.”

  She brought her cute brown doe eyes back to me, and played with her hair.

  “I mean, it’s not like we’re going anywhere tonight, right.”

  “Right. So we can sit back and enjoy what’s about to happen.”

  She exhaled audibly. “Wow.”

  “Wow what?”

  “It’s just....this is so different from all the other guys I’ve been with. They just want to jump right into hooking up. Or like…trick me into getting drunk.”

  “Let’s go sit on the couch though, since we’re done. I’ll put something on in the background. What’s your favorite Mighty Ducks movie?”

  “Pssh. Mighty Ducks II. Is that even a debate?”

  I grinned as I got up and connected my tablet to the TV so we could watch. “You know, I think we may actually be soulmates.”

  “Fat chance of that,” she said. “We haven’t even, you know.”

  “Haven’t even what?”

  “Had sex yet. There’s no way we’ll know for sure until after that.”

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p; A pang of guilt crept up inside me as we sat down on the couch, and I started the movie. The snow came down like crazy, and I couldn’t help but think about how it was a blustery night like this when my sister had passed away.

  Natalie put her legs on top of my lap and leaned into her corner of the couch. It felt so cozy inside, and I almost didn’t want to ruin the moment. But I also knew that if I didn’t come clean about Jared and Bob and took her virginity, I’d always feel as though I’d seduced her under false pretenses, and I didn’t want that.

  She was too good, too pure. Going down on her, for some reason, was different than taking her V card.

  “Well, Natalie, I should probably tell you why I’ve been acting this way.”

  She sat up. “You’re acting so serious all of the sudden.”

  I took a deep breath, glancing at the big window in the living room before I brought my eyes back to her.

  “I know. I want you to know, we were young when we decided on this.”

  A look of concern spread across her face.

  “When you decided what?”

  My throat clenched, and I hesitated, but I had to tell her.

  “When we decided that we hated you, Natalie, and that we’d get back at you some day.”

  Her lip trembled.

  “What the hell do you mean, you decided you hated me?” she asked.

  I held her eyes. If I wasn’t going to tell the truth, how could I expect the same from her?

  “It started in my sophomore year of high school, two years after you left. Hardly anything registered in my life up until then. Looking back it’s because I really did live a charmed life. I had a loving family, good friends, and was a hockey star. Until the day my dad died in a mine accident and everything changed.”

  She blinked, holding my eyes as I went on.

  “At dinner the last few nights before the accident, my dad had been talking about leaks in the mine shaft. He’d reported them to the higher-ups, but there was a bottleneck in getting anything done about it. He was a union member, so he’d floated the idea of a strike. Not for pay, but for conditions and better safety precautions. Something stopped him from acting, and it was almost like he foresaw his own death. In the summer I was heading into my junior year of high school, he perished along with sixteen other miners when a wall collapsed.”