Page 34 of Find Me on the Ice


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My fingers hover over the keys to message her again. But the continuous line of blue texts in our messages are getting pathetic.

“Thanks for the ride, man.” I hand him a twenty and hop out of the car when it comes to a complete stop.

“Anytime. Have a great night!” he exclaims.

I gently shut the door and make my way up to our condo. My exhale turns into a sigh as I shut the door behind me and toss my keys on the counter.

Nikki. Nikki. Nikki.

Images of her from our date flash in my mind. She looked so fucking gorgeous. I have no idea how I made it through dinner without making a move on her. I wanted to for sure, but I need to be patient. She deserves to be wined and dined and fucked like the woman she is.

So, I will have to keep my filthy thoughts to myself—at least for now. Just thinking about her again has me itching to get out of these boxers and joggers.

My feet carry me to my bedroom before I can stop the thought that’s growing in the back of my mind.

If I can’t actually be with her and touch her, I can at least do this. I kick my joggers and boxers off, followed by my socks. Grabbing the back of the neck of my shirt, I pull it over my head, feeling my muscles stretch from the soreness of the game tonight. I quickly retrieve a hand towel from my bathroom. Crawling into bed, I reach into the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube.

If Nikki walked into my bedroom right now, what would I do?

I squeeze a quarter-sized drop onto my left hand and let it sit for a second to warm up. Then, wrapping my hand around the already-stiff shaft, I slowly slide it up and down.

I would physically tear her shirt in half, right down the middle, and throw it on the ground. If she were here, she would be mine. If she wanted a shirt afterward, it would be from my closet.

My tongue would savor the taste of her mouth as I unhooked her bra. I would pick her up with ease and set her high on my waist, high enough for me to suck one of her peaked nipples into my mouth, rolling it just sharply enough between my teeth before soothing any ache with the warmth of my tongue.

I pump myself harder and faster and grab my balls with my other hand, massaging gently.

I would throw her down onto my bed and strip her pants off of her, tempted to tear those, too, so she had no choice but to show me her perfect ass all the time while she was here.

I would leave her panties on her just for a little longer. She would already be panting, anticipating my next move.

“Get on all fours,” I would demand as I pressed the fronts of my thighs against the edge of the bed.

She would hesitate with a challenging gleam in her eyes before obeying. I would memorize this image. Burn the picture of her arched back, naked breasts, and pink hair flowing around her shoulders into my brain forever.

I squeeze my balls tighter and continue my ruthless stroking of my thick cock.

“Now what?” she would ask and be interrupted as my hand smacked against that perfectly round ass.

She would yelp, and my dick would fucking throb. Her breathing would become needy and ragged.

“Do you like that?” I would ask her, pressing my wet lips against her ear.

She would nod before whimpering, “Yes.”

“What a good fucking girl you are, Little Dove,” I would praise and smack my hand against the same spot as before, knowing the sting was more intense this time.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

She’d finally speak up, her voice sexy and breathless. “Fuck, Cam, it’s too much right there.”

With my big hand wrapped around her reddened cheek, I’d lift her ass higher into the air as my left hand grabbed the base of her neck, pulling up slightly.

“One more, baby. I know you can take it,” I’d encourage her.

Her blue eyes would lock on to mine as she stared up at me, pupils completely blown.

Her nod would struggle against the hand I had wrapped around her throat.

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