Expose on the Ice (Sparks on the Ice #1)

Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

LILY

T he raw hunger in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. With a fervent growl, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him. I shriek in surprise, the sound escaping before I can contain it. Before I know it, his mouth is on me, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, my collarbone, and finally to my breasts.

He takes his time, lavishing attention on each nipple, flicking his tongue and sucking gently. Then he continues his downward journey, each kiss, lick, and bite driving me crazy. When his mouth finally settles between my legs, I think I might combust from the anticipation.

His hot breath ghosts over my clit, and I moan, my hips lifting off the bed, seeking more. He gives it willingly, his tongue darting out, a teasing swipe that leaves me gasping. He chuckles, the vibration adding to the incredible sensation building within me.

His powerful hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he gives me what I’ve been craving. He starts slowly, his tongue tracing lazy patterns over my clit, dipping lower to taste me fully before returning to flick at the sensitive nub. Each stroke makes me writhe beneath him.

Then, with a determined focus, his rhythm quickens, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. When he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue, fireworks explode behind my eyelids, and I momentarily forget how to breathe.

“Carter,” I moan, clutching at his head, my entire body trembling. “Don’t stop…”

His response is a low, guttural sound, and he continues his merciless assault, drawing me closer to the edge. It’s as if he knows exactly what I need, his mouth playing me like an expertly tuned instrument, his actions in bed as masterful as they are on the ice.

The coil of pleasure inside me tightens, winding impossibly tight as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy. But just when I think I can’t take anymore, Carter pulls back, his breath hot against my slick folds.

“No!” I say, my voice a desperate whimper of protest.

He laughs, the sound wicked and intoxicating. “Payback time,” he says.

I gasp another protest. The loss of contact is maddening, my body screaming for release. I think I have it, a moment later, his fingers tracing over my entrance, but never pushing inside, refusing me the engulfing pleasure I want.

I tremble with frustration, my need for him overwhelming every other thought. “Please, take me, Carter.”

His eyes lock onto mine, filled with a victorious gleam. “I like the sound of that,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “But not just yet.”

As his fingers brush over my clit again, my hips buck uncontrollably. His agonizingly slow torture continues, each touch designed to drive me wild. The pleasure, the need, the frustration – it all swirls together in a maddening dance. When one of his fingers finally slides into me, my body arches off the bed.

He curls his finger just right, but he keeps the pace infuriatingly slow. His control is absolute, and it only makes me want him more. My breath comes in desperate pants, every nerve ending in my body alight with desire.

I’m sure I will die if he doesn’t let me come.

Seeing me on the brink, writhing beneath him, seems to delight him. He adds a second finger, his thumb brushing over my clit. The fresh sensation elicits a broken cry from me, his fingers working me with an expert precision, the build-up making every sensation more intense, more unbearable.

“Okay, you’ve earned it,” he murmurs, placing a tender kiss on my inner thigh.

He finally surges forward, taking my clit into his mouth while his fingers thrust with more determination, the pleasure hitting me like a freight train. I shatter, my orgasm pulsing through me with a force that leaves me breathless.

The dam breaks. I come with a shattering force that tears a scream from my throat. My hips buck uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy wash over me, my muscles clenching around his fingers. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids, each pulse of pleasure stronger than the last.

I ride the waves of my orgasm, my mind blanking out everything except the overwhelming pleasure Carter is giving me. He doesn’t stop, his mouth and fingers continuing their relentless assault, drawing out every drop of my climax.

My body convulses, every inch of my skin tingling with aftershocks. As the tremors subside, I collapse back onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I feel like I’ve been unraveled, every part of me laid bare by the force of my pleasure.

Carter finally withdraws his fingers, placing one last, gentle kiss on my clit that makes me shiver. He moves up my body, his intense gaze locked onto mine. I see a mix of satisfaction and desire in his eyes, and it sends another thrill through me.

“That was…” I struggle to find the words. “Incredible.”

“No, that was payback,” Carter’s lips curl into a triumphant smile.

I raise an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying the score is one to one?”

He laughs. “Suppose so.”

An impish grin spreads across my face. “Time for me to go on the attack.”

Before he can respond, I roll out from under him and grab his belt. Straddling him, I push his wrists above his head and deftly tie the belt around his hands, securing them to the bedpost.

When I’m sure he’s secured, I let my hands roam over his muscular chest, tracing the lines and dips that make my mouth water. His eyes follow my every move, dark and intense, making me feel powerful and in control.

Scooting down, I kiss, lick, and nibble my way down his torso. Each touch elicits a low groan from him, his hips bucking slightly in response. By the time I reach his cock, it’s straining and pulsing, darkened with need.

Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I marvel at the heat and hardness of him. My tongue flicks out, teasing the swollen head, and he lets out a growl of approval. I lick him again, savoring the taste of his skin, and feel a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs.

Doesn’t seem like I’m done yet, and he certainly isn’t.

I take him into my mouth slowly, letting my lips stretch around his impressive girth. His breath hitches, and I revel in the power of knowing I can unravel him like this. Inch by inch, I move down his cock, feeling the way it throbs against my tongue.

With his cock buried in my mouth, he groans, his hips lifting off the bed. His hands flex in their restraints, desperate to touch me, to guide my head, but I’m not going to let him have that control. Or, not yet, anyway.

I pull back slightly, then take him in again, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. Each time I push myself to take him deeper, past the point of comfort, driven by the raw hunger in his eyes and the way his cock pulses in my mouth.

When he hits the back of my throat, I struggle momentarily, fighting the gag reflex, then relax and take him deeper. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve had before, and I want to go deeper – give more – than I ever have before.

The sensation of him filling my throat makes my eyes water, but the sounds of his desperate noises, the way he writhes beneath me, spurs me on. I move faster, my hand working in tandem with my mouth, slick and wet with my spit.

His hips thrust up in rhythm with my movements, meeting me halfway, and I know he’s lost in the pleasure I’m giving him, relying on me to bring him to his destination. Every moan, every gasped curse drives me to push my limits even further.

I resist the urge to let him finish in my mouth, right then and there, even though I want to give him that. Pulling back until just the tip of his cock remains between my lips, I smile up at him, and he tries to free himself, the muscles in his arms straining against the belt securing his wrists.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Carter growls, voice rough and thick with desire. That promise only makes me smirk.

I smile wider, climbing his body. The anticipation in his eyes makes my heart race as I position myself over his throbbing erection. I tease him for just a moment longer, grinding my slick folds against the length of his cock.

“See if you can make this shot count, Knox…” I say.

He groans, his hips bucking upward, as I lower myself onto his cock, gasping as he stretches me to the very limits. Inch by inch, I take him in, savoring the way he feels against my inner walls.

I start to ride him, setting a hard, fast rhythm. Each downward thrust of my hips brings a gasp from us both, the sensation intoxicating and all-consuming.

His helplessness, strapped to the bedpost, only heightens the experience. The power fully within me now, knowing I can control the pace, making him feel pleasurable torment.

I lean back, changing the angle and drawing out louder, more desperate groans from him. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through both of us, his cock buried deep inside me.

“Harder,” he demands, his voice husky with need. I comply, slamming down onto him with renewed vigor. Every brutal thrust has me crying out, the relentless pleasure building to impossible heights.

Carter’s eyes burn into me, his muscles straining with every attempt to break free of his restraints. I reach down, my clit tingling under my fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through my body with each stroke.

He watches me pleasure myself, the intensity of the moment pushing him closer to the edge. My fingers work in tandem with the ruthless pace, my body riding the precipice of another orgasm.

It rips through me with unparalleled force, my inner walls convulsing around his cock. I throw my head back, losing myself in the sheer ecstasy of climax.

The sensation of my orgasm must push him over the edge. Without warning, the belt securing his hands snaps with a loud crack, sending leather fragments scattering.

My gasp of shock and delight barely registers before Carter’s firm hands grip my hips and, with a swift, possessive movement, flips me off him and onto my stomach.

The abruptness leaves me momentarily breathless, my pulse racing in anticipation. The cool sheets caress my heated skin, a sharp contrast to the furnace of desire burning within me.

Carter’s body looms over mine. His breath, hot and ragged, fans across the back of my neck, and I can’t help but arch my back slightly, exposing myself to him.

His reply is a low growl, primal and fierce. I feel his fingers trace down my spine, slow and deliberate, making every nerve ending in my body flare with anticipation.

The combination of hunger and tenderness in his touch sends shivers down my spine. When his hand reaches my ass, he cups it possessively, squeezing just hard enough to make me whimper.

With a firm, slow push, he enters me again, filling me completely. The stretch, even after our earlier intimacy, is deliciously intense. He starts moving with a rhythm that’s at once passionate and possessive.

Each powerful thrust makes me press harder against the bed, his cock hitting deeper with every stroke. My moans fill the room, mixing with his grunts of pleasure.

As he moves within me, his hand slips between my legs, finding my clit with practiced ease. The touch adds another layer of ecstasy to the sensation of him claiming me from behind.

His rhythm intensifies, and the bed creaks beneath us. Carter’s deep, gasping breaths near my ear fuel my pleasure, the sounds of his enjoyment blending perfectly with my panting moans.

“Look at me,” he rasps, his voice strained with exertion.

I twist my head around to glance back at him, barely able to see through the haze of pleasure. His face is a beautiful mixture of desire and something deeper. The eye contact is a silent agreement that this is more than just physical, regardless of what’s going to happen once we’re out of this room.

His thrusts grow more powerful. I feel myself teetering on the edge again, the waves of my impending orgasm crashing towards me uncontrollably. His fingers work my clit furiously, bringing me to an undeniable crescendo.

My orgasm hits with a shattering force. My inner walls clamp down around Carter’s cock, the sensation rippling through me in waves of ecstasy. I scream, my vision going white and every muscle in my body spasming.

Carter groans, as his pace grows frantic, his grip on me bruising. His hips pound with brutal force now, riding out my orgasm and chasing his own. As his fingers continue to tease my clit, it sends another jolt of pleasure through me, an aftershock that leaves me breathless.

I’m barely coherent, every nerve ending alight with intense sensation. But I can feel his breath hot against my ear, hear the primal growl that escapes his lips, feel each thrust growing more erratic, more desperate.

All those senses tell me he’s on the verge, too.

With a final, powerful thrust, Carter roars his release. The sensation of his cock pulsing, his hot cum filling me, sends another rush of pleasure through me, echoing my own intense orgasm. My body milks him, pulling every bit of pleasure out of both of us until we’re left shaking and gasping together.

For a moment, neither of us moves. The sounds of our heavy breathing fill the quiet room, punctuated by the occasional aftershocks of pleasure that ripple through us. Finally, Carter pulls out and collapses beside me, both of us utterly spent.

I lie in Carter’s arms, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time in months, I feel completely at peace. Safe. Cherished. The warmth of his body and the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath lull me into a state of utter contentment.

Carter’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers through me. I sigh, nuzzling closer to him. As we lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I marvel at how natural it feels. How right. The world outside this room, with all its complications and challenges, seems far away.

Sleep begins to claim me, my eyelids growing heavy. In that hazy space between wakefulness and dreams, a realization washes over me with startling clarity. The thought should terrify me, given our history and the uncertain future we face. But it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

I’m in love with Carter Knox.

I lift my head, meeting Carter’s eyes in the soft darkness. “Carter,” I whisper, my heart pounding. “I love you.”

For a moment, he’s silent, and I feel a flicker of panic. Then his arms tighten around me, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “I love you too.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, a wide smile spreading across my face. I snuggle closer to him, feeling his heartbeat quicken to match my own. As I drift off to sleep, I know that whatever challenges lie ahead we’ll face them together.

The thought of the impending storm should fill me with dread.

But, wrapped in Carter’s arms, I feel invincible.