Parental Guidance (Ice Knights #1)(53)

“Caleb.” Her hands reached back, grabbing his thighs. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised.

Her breath came in quicker bursts as her body grew tense against him. She was there, close, her hips thrusting forward to meet his fingers. But on the next breath, things changed. It wasn’t a lot: it was a subtle relaxing in her shoulders, a deepening of her breath. Determined not to let this moment go without satisfying her, he adjusted his arm—still keeping her safe from falling but now he could cup her tits, which was exactly what he did.

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Zara ached; her entire body was primed, but it felt like there was an entire ocean of space between her and her orgasm and with every breath she was inching further and further back. And just when she was about to give up, accept the other night as a fluke, Caleb moved just enough to cup her breast, tugging her nipple taut as he kissed his way down the back of her neck.

It was like he was everywhere at once, hitting multiple pleasure points and drowning out the constant hum of you’re-not-gonna-get-there that was always just under the surface. Sensations rocketed through her, and she dug her fingers into the unyielding muscles of his thighs and rocked against the hard length of him pressing against her ass.

The tight ball of pure electricity in her belly started small, growing with each brush of his thumb on her clit, each in-and-out plunge of his fingers inside her, each nip of his teeth against that spot where her shoulder met her neck, and each pleasurable roll of her nipple between his fingers. It was nearly too much for her body to take at one time, but she gave in to it, let it wash over her. She couldn’t plan her next move, couldn’t wonder about the sounds she was making, couldn’t think about the grocery list—the way he was touching her overwhelmed all of that. Vibrations of pure pleasure racked her body as she rode his fingers higher and higher until the tide rushed back and her orgasm exploded inside her in a sizzling burst of energy that made her cry out.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said, his breath coming almost as hard as her own.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, and part of her just wanted to collapse onto the bed, but tonight was far from over. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

She didn’t answer. How in the hell was she supposed to put into words what it was like to come back from resignation that her lot in life was to be non-solo-orgasm free? Once was a fluke. Twice had promise. If it happened again, that was a pattern, and she was fucking here for that—but not alone.

Turning on the edge of the platform to face Caleb, she cupped his face in her hands, kissing him, demanding—needing—more. Breaking the kiss, she glided her hands over his body, loving the way his flat nipples puckered at her touch, the hiss of a groan when she wrapped her hand around his cock again.

“Please tell me you have a condom.”

“You’re not the only planner,” he said with a grin. “I brought several.”

Without another word, he stepped back, grabbed his jeans from the floor, took out a three-pack from his pocket, and tossed them on the bed. “Lose the panties.”

Maybe it was an orgasm aftershock, maybe it was just the way he’d said that, but her body reacted with a tightening in her belly and a warm flood of desire through her.

He stalked toward her, muscles undulating and intensity coming off him in waves. “I’ve spent almost every moment when I wasn’t on skates thinking about this. I know exactly what I want to do next.”

“Do tell.” She had no idea how she’d managed to string two words together when he was looking at her like that, but she did it.

He stopped, a wicked grin not doing a damn thing to lessen the sexual ferocity surrounding him. “Showing you is better.” He wrapped one hand around his cock. “Take off your panties and lay down on your back.”

There was something in the demanding way he said it with that almost growl that sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine. She got rid of her panties and lay back, legs spread, pussy aching to be touched again already. He didn’t move, didn’t rush to put on the condom and fuck her senseless. Instead, he stayed where he was, watching as if he had to memorize every bit of her.

“Are you just going to look?” she asked, the first shades of uncertainty raising the doubts and worries in her mind.

He moved his hand in a slow stroke up and down his length. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

She hesitated, but only for the briefest of seconds before something in the way he looked at her settled her mind, and she reached for her clit and rubbed slow circles around it before slipping down and sinking two fingers inside. He let out a harsh breath, his face hard as he watched, his hand still moving at that slow pace up and down his cock. Then, just when she thought he was only going to watch her play with herself, he closed the distance between them, dropping to his knees between her splayed legs.

“Don’t stop,” he said, his voice low and reverent. “I want to lick you while you do that. Is that okay?”

She nodded, and the second his tongue touched her while she was rubbing her clit, her toes curled. Then he started to kiss and lick her in a solid, slow rhythm, and she knew he was jacking his cock while eating her, and her thighs started to vibrate.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said, his words teasing her sensitive flesh.

He reached up with his free hand, spreading her wide, opening her up to him as she strained closer and closer to the edge again. Her fingers flying on her clit, his tongue going at a more leisurely pace while the movement of him rocking against her while he stroked himself pushed her right over into the abyss, and she came, her hips rocketing off the bed as her entire body went rigid with pleasure.