Page 43 of Hot As Ice

She shakes her head, still smiling. “Nope.”

“Jesus.” I open the passenger door. “Get in. Now.”

I put my hand on her thigh as I drive to my place. I’m fully hard now, gliding my hand up and down her leg, desperate to touch her pussy and see if she wants me as badly as I want her. She spreads her legs a little, silent as I trace lines on her inner thigh. I can’t wait to tie her up and have her moaning again. I want to take things a little further today. See if she’s game.

I drift my fingers down her thigh to the edge of her panties then go back up, teasing her, hoping she’s dripping wet for me. She shifts in her seat. I look over and see her lips are parted, eyes closed, and head pressed back against the headrest. Her nipples poke against the fabric of my jersey.

Only a couple miles to go until we’re at my place, but I want to pull over and fuck her now. In the backseat. On the hood of the car. On my lap in the driver’s seat. Fuck. I will myself to be patient. It’ll be sweeter the longer I wait.

Finally, I’m pulling into the parking lot of my building.

An older couple is in the elevator when we get in. I pull Stevie toward the back and glide my fingers up the back of her thigh, squeezing her ass until she squirms.

The couple get off on the 15th floor, and I grab Stevie and push her against the wall before the doors are fully closed. I grab her tits in both hands. “Naughty little princess,” I whisper against her lips. “You love teasing me, don’t you?”

“You’re the one who’s teasing me,” she hits back.

“Yeah? Are you wet for me, baby? Ready to take my cock right here, right now?”

Her jaw drops. “In the elevator?”

I lick her bottom lip. “Yup.”

She looks adorably unsure, and I laugh. The elevator dings, doors opening to the top floor. I grab her hand and lead her out. We’ll fuck in the elevator some other time. Guaranteed.

“I love you in my jersey,” I say, unlocking my front door. “Next time lose the panties too.” I smack her ass as she walks in before me. She whirls around and presses her lips to mine, her hands on either side of my face. I grab the back of her head and push her back against the door, sucking her tongue into my mouth.

Kissing her has got to be better than any drug on the face of this earth.

I don’t have any experience with drugs, but you can’t convince me the dopamine hit I get from kissing Stevie isn’t better. Tasting her shoots electricity up my spine, makes my cock leak, and gets my head all hazy. I feel like I’m floating.

“Go to my room,” I tell her, breaking the kiss. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

I take a moment to catch my breath.

I don’t want to come the second I’m finally inside her. I have to pace myself.

I pour two tall glasses of water. She’s gonna get real thirsty while I fuck her brains out. And so am I.

fourteen

stevie

I SIT ON the edge of Hunter’s bed.

My heart is already trying to beat itself out of my chest after our kiss and all the touches in the car and elevator.

It’s insane what he does to me.

If I knew sex could be so good, I might’ve started sleeping around sooner, but something tells me it’s specifically Hunter and my attraction to him that makes the sex unforgettable.

I run my hands over my breasts, excitement building inside me. I’m already wet from when he was touching me, and I can’t wait until he’s touching me again. I can’t wait to see what he has planned for tonight.

I clench my thighs as another gush of wetness drenches my panties.

Trying to distract myself, I get up to explore Hunter’s bedroom. It’s tastefully decorated in blues and grays but spare. His huge bed takes up most of the room, and there’s a writing table pushed against the wall with a large leather chair in front of it. He doesn’t have much art on the walls; just a few framed photos of him playing hockey and golfing with friends. Even that small glimpse into his world is fascinating. He’s smiling in the golfing photos, posing with his arm around a friend – probably one of his hockey teammates – and he looks so young and carefree.

I’m admiring the photo when Hunter comes in, two glasses of water in his hands. He places them on the nightstand and walks over to me. He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses me gently on the lips. It makes my knees weak.