Chapter 5 #4
Yanking on the low neckline of her shirt—it doesn’t give, but I convince it to move—fingers dipped beneath all the fabric they can find there, I shove it down, exposing the entirety of her right breast to the frigid air, and more importantly, my line of sight.
The noise I make can’t be helped. Like I just tried a new dish that took weeks to come together, and it surpassed all my expectations.
Her eyes pop open, stunned at the movement, but her hips don’t quit.
Letting the fabric go, both the shirt and bra stay beneath her breast, shoving it up for me, just where I want it, like it’s a pedestal for her tit.
Perfect.
My other hand—the one still holding the ice—comes over and places the cube over her nipple and starts playing there.
“Oh fuck!” she shouts, hips moving faster over the muscles of my thigh.
She’s desperate for this release, and I’m going to give it to her.
Ice still pressed to her breast, circling her nipple, flicking it, I bring my other hand down to her thick hip and hold on tight, feeling as much as I can of the way she’s moving, rotating her hips back and forth to hit her clit just right, even through the fabric separating us.
I might be the one getting overheated now.
“Goddamn, bella, am I gonna get to see you come on me?”
Her eyes screw shut, head tilted as far back as she can go as she grips me now, grabbing onto my jacket with both hands as she rides me like a twenty-five-cent pony outside the barber shop. I’m happy to give her her money’s worth and then some.
“Don’t call me that,” she pants out, but now she’s bouncing on me, and I might actually be drooling at what that’s doing to her breast that’s still suspended in the open air.
“What should I call you then?” I purr, loving how rough she’s being with me. I knew she could take a good time.
Flexing my leg, I feel my thigh muscle clench beneath her, and she lets out the loudest moan yet.
Her voice is strained, frantic as she concentrates on her own pleasure. “Fuck, just don’t talk, you’re going to ruin this.”
“Shit, nothing could ruin this. Watching you ride my leg is going straight to the top of my mental collection. I want you to make a mess on me, bella. Soak my pants when you come. Let me feel it.”
She gasps, eyes fluttering rapidly as her body clearly enjoys what she’s struggling to let her mind fall into.
Grinning, I pop the last remaining ice cube into my mouth, holding it in the dip at the center of my tongue, and I lean down, pressing my hot tongue and the frozen cube to her flesh.
“Fuck!” she screams the word, and it echoes off of the metal walls around us.
Her hands fly to the back of my head to grip my short hair above the folded bandana tied around my forehead and she pulls as hard as she needs to on the midnight strands.
Smiling in satisfaction against her breast, I lick, alternating giving her the smooth, cool ice and the warm, rough texture of my tongue.
Her back bows, I can feel it from here, and her hips and legs start to tremble where they’re spread around me.
I groan against the skin of her chest, loving the feel of her, needing more.
So I spit the ice out to the side, freeing up my mouth to get her nipple all to myself.
Sucking, I tweak and pull at the peaked bud with my mouth as she comes apart beneath me, growling at the way she feels, wishing there was nothing between us.
Making this experience last, I don’t stop until long after her hips have stopped moving, not giving up my chance to have this piece of her, this moment with her. Who knows when she’ll give me another one.
Her legs slump, torso stiffening, and she places both hands on my face to push me away.
I take the hint, pulling back, sucking her nipple with me as I go.
It releases with a loud pop, and I grin when I see how reddened that flesh is now.
Whether from the contact with the ice, her orgasm, or all the attention from my tongue, the one small nipple I can see is positively fucking radiant.
Glistening with all that increased blood flow and shining with what I left there.
Stepping back, giving her space once I’m sure she won’t collapse, the side of my mouth hitches up at the sight before me.
“Isn’t that better?” I ask her.
She stands there, still pressed against the freezer wall, curls a mess, one breast out, chest heaving, thighs still spread as she recovers.
“I must’ve gone insane,” she says to herself, pulling her shirt back over her chest to cover herself.
“Nah, you didn’t hallucinate that,” I tell her. “It really was that good.”
“And I thought you couldn’t get any more insufferable.” She drops her face in her hands and shakes it, curls bouncing with the motion. “This is not happening again,” she says, the words muffled through her hands. “Never again,” she repeats, louder this time.
“It doesn’t have to be in the freezer next time. I’m up for anything with you. Cazzo, if my leg got you off, imagine what the rest of me can do.”
Wiggling my fingers at her as my brows dance along my forehead, she scoffs, dropping her hands from her face.
“I’m pleading temporary insanity!” she whispers, more to herself than me, I think.
“You can blame it on anything you want, bella, but we both know that was magic.”
She glares at me. “What that was, was crazy.” Her finger gets in my face, pointing in accusation. “It’s you. You make me insane.”
I grin at her. “Let me under your skin and see what else I can do for you.”
My teeth nip at the finger she still has in my face, until she pulls it back, crossing her arms under her chest. “That won’t be happening.”
This woman has got that fire I like so much. Wraps herself in it like a shield to keep people away, like she’s going to burn them if they get too close.
But I’m just nuts enough to like the flicker of her flames, the feel of them singing me.
She doesn’t realize it yet, but she will. I love playing with fire.
I shoot her another grin. “So, do I get a name yet? Or do I need to give you another orgasm or two before you tell me what to call you?”
Locking eyes with me, something in her shifts, confidence coming to life in her gaze, and she says the last words I expect to hear from her mouth before my jaw drops nearly six feet to the floor.
“My name is Alexis Weiss. But you can call me Boss.”