Page 10 of On Icy Ground


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“Are you sure, it may be out of your way?”

“We’re in the fucking country.”

His deep voice shocks my core into thinking he’s dirty talking. My panties, already soaked and dried, feel wet again.

“Dane, this is Reed. He’s…”

“We’ve met,” Reed says, not smiling. “I’ll take her.”

I tug on Dane’s arm, and he leans down—he’s six foot six. “I would rather you stay and look out for Lettie. She’s had way too much to drink. That guy is your friend, so he’ll listen to you, even if she won’t. Take care of her.”

Dane nods. “Okay.”

Reed applies pressure to my back, walking me to the large field of parked cars. When we get to the last row, he slips his hand into my back pocket and cages my body against a Jeep Cherokee.

“I wasn’t done with you.” He takes an angry breath before crashing his mouth to mine. “Your body was on fire. I thought my fingers may disintegrate inside you. Are you ready to see the Milky Way?”

So bad I can’t think, but we’re in a field.

“I want to see your wet clit. I want to lick it and suck it until you’re a mumbling mess.”

I never thought aggressive dirty talk was my thing. But when it comes out of this man’s mouth, I’m aroused instantly. His hands pluck the button free from my jeans. Reed hooks his fingers in them and my underwear and scoots them over my hips while kissing me.

He eats up a moan as our tongues clash, warring for position. I can’t get control of the kiss or of my feelings. The burning desire to fuck him right here. To be a bad girl with a bad boy.

My jeans hit the ground and so do Reed’s knees. He uses his head to wedge my legs farther apart. “So fucking beautiful. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I lift my head from the metal door. Under the midnight sky blanketed with thousands of stars, his pupils dilate, and he seems dangerous. Like I may never be able to go back to a regular guy.

“Keep them on me.”

He bites the insides of my thighs. I yelp. Then he sucks the same places before pulling my lips apart with his fingers. “Cookie, I can’t wait to taste you. Do you want me to taste you?” Then he chuckles. “Of course, you do.”

My fingers trail through his hair as I press him closer. I want his lips on me. I want him to swirl his tongue around my aching nub. I want his fingers so far inside me, I can feel it in my throat. I’ve never desired a man before. Reed brings out the bad girl inside me.

Having never experienced a man giving me oral, I don’t know if this is normal, but the more he teases me with the end of his tongue, a burning sensation travels through my veins.

“More… more.” I’m not sure if the words came out until he obeys my commands.

He pushes his whole face against me and asks, “You want me to tell you how you taste?”

Somehow I act like I’m a bad-ass woman. “Not unless you can talk and lick at the same time,” I pant as he strikes and strokes with his tongue.

I feel his lips stretching wide, smiling. It’s better than any sex I ever had. In my wildest dreams, this has never happened. I’ve watched porn that showed a man giving a woman oral but only a few times, and he must not have been doing it right because I can’t contain my voice.

“Ree… I can’t stand.”

He stops for a half second, then places his large palms on the back of my thighs, and lifts me, until I can lie back on the hood. Then he places my legs around his neck.

“Fuck, we may be here all night. I’m not stopping until I cum all over myself. You got that. If it takes giving you ten orgasms.”

Ten orgasms? That’s more than I’ve had in my life.

And the guttural sound of his voice makes my body coil. So much tension twists and twists as he inserts a finger or two and curls it, hitting a spot. Maybe G or D or whatever, it’s a fucking sensitive spot.

“That’s it. Jesus, Brooke, your juice is sweeter than honey.”

That was my first orgasm, but the second one, I am not prepared for. It comes quickly after the first one. He keeps on with his fingers while sucking my folds with his other hand pressing against my pelvic bone.

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