Exposed (Let Me Love You #3)

Chapter 21

21

ICE, ICE, BABY

PEPPER

Y ou can call me love starved, and I’ll be the first to admit that’s true. I want love, but doesn’t everyone? If you’re starving for food, you eat. I’m starving for love, so I’m not going to stop until I find it.

People say you sometimes have to kiss a few frogs before you find your Prince Charming. I don’t know if Matt and I are destined to be together or not, but I wouldn’t be upset if we were. Whenever I’m with him, I feel like he’s my Prince Charming.

He just offered to give me at least two orgasms, and I’m going to soak up every minute of it.

“Yeah, let’s do that. We can be slow another time.” I nod excitedly, feverishly licking my lips while my eyes rake over Matt. His hair is disheveled from running his hands through it all day, and I can’t wait to tug on it myself.

I never thought talking about sex beforehand could be erotic, but the anticipation has me wet already. He’s night and day different from any lover I’ve had, and it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to sleep with someone.

Plus, he’s even hotter when he’s open emotionally. He’s the first emotionally intelligent guy I’ve been with, and it’s refreshing. I never learned how to communicate my emotions, but he’s fantastic at doing it.

“Get naked for me, princess.”

Damn, I love how he can be emotionally available one minute, then talk dirty to me the next. I think I’m obsessed with him.

His eyes hungrily take in my body as I strip, and I feel drunk from his undivided attention on me.

He quickly sheds his clothes, and my jaw nearly drops to the floor with how phenomenal he looks naked. His dick is hard and stands to salute me. He’s muscular, but not too hard. His physique screams balance, like he eats healthy but also knows not to be overly strict with himself. Muscular and fit but not starved-looking.

“Tampon?” He asks.

“Already took it out,” I grin with my hands clasped behind my back. He makes me feel beautiful, and I want to show off for him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Such a good girl for me.” He grabs a towel from the guest bathroom and puts it on the bed.

Then, he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist.

Our hands fly over each other’s skin, frantically trying to outdo the other person with our exploration. I understand the urgency new parents have now. Not knowing when Simon will wake and need Matt, we don’t have time to lose.

He tosses me on the bed, then descends on me like he’s a predator. He takes one nipple into his mouth while he gives attention to the other breast with his large hand, and breathless, inaudible sounds escape me.

He looks up from sucking my nipple and trails his thumb over my bottom lip. “You have to be quiet tonight, Pepper. As much as I want to hear you shout for me, I want Simon to stay asleep. Be quiet for me, princess.”

I nod my agreement, then slowly undulate my hips against his hard on.

He grins at me. “You’re acting as needy as I feel.”

“I am,” I answer, arching my tits into his face. Elation pulses through me. I’ve never felt desired like this.

“Are you still having cramps?” He asks.

“They’re not bad.”

“Here. Use this.” He plugs in the heating pad and places it on my lower belly. “I’m going to get something. Play with yourself until I get back. You’re not allowed to come though. I want you looking into my eyes and coming undone only by my fingers, mouth or cock tonight.”

“I’m sorry, what?” My eyebrows rise. Is he bossing me around?

“You heard me.” One side of his mouth tips up in a grin.

“Oh. Oh . This is your dominant side,” I realize, my fingers touching my lips.

“You got it, chaton . Show me what a good girl you can be.”

Good girl. Chaton . Those words make me wet between my thighs. I want to be his good girl, and I definitely want to see what he has planned.

Laying on his cool sheets naked as he strides quietly out the door gives me butterflies. I begin touching my clit, imagining it’s Matt touching me instead.

Hardly any time goes by before Matt is carrying two cups into the room.

He groans when he sees me. “You laying in my bed naked while you touch yourself is fucking hot.”

I giggle, then pause, waiting to see what he has in the cups.

“What are your safe words?” He asks.

“Yellow and Mazda.”

“Good girl,” he praises, and I blush. He tosses a pair of his socks to me. “Put these on.”

What kind of fetish is this?

“You’re about to be cold, so the socks will help keep a part of you warm,” he grins when he sees the look of confusion on my face.

I do as he says, and he picks up crushed ice from one of the cups. “You know what crushed ice is good for?”

“You’re putting ice on me?”

He grins, then slides the ice over my lips and down my throat. The ice chip melts, freezing water pooling in my collar bone. He dips his head and sucks the water up, and goosebumps break out on my skin from his hot mouth.

Getting another piece of ice, he traces my nipples, then sucks those. My back arches, and I moan. This is intense.

Then, he grazes the ice over my nipples until they’re hardened, super sensitive peaks. Little moans escape my lips at how sensitive my skin is. Every nerve ending feels exposed.

“ Minou ,” he chides and shakes his head playfully at my moan.

When he covers my mouth with his large hand, I nearly faint from the erotic feel of his palm over my lips. “Quiet.” His eyes are locked on mine, and I nod.

Moving the heating pad off my body, he lets a piece of ice slide to my stomach. He’s leaving it there to melt, and I resist the urge to move it. I shiver, half from the cold, half from excitement to see what he’s going to do next.

The way he soothes the cold with his warm hands and mouth is enjoyable. Moving to my stomach, he licks the water that melted in my belly button.

When he looks up at me, my thighs clench with need.

“Do you like this?” He asks.

Being naked with ice on me is not how I envisioned my night going, but I’m not mad about it. “Yeah.”

He gets more ice. “That’s my girl. You know where my favorite place is to put this? Your pussy.”

“Inside?” I squeak.

“No,” he laughs. “I don’t want to freeze you, I want to play with you.” He takes his time sliding an ice chip up and down my pussy lips, then circles it around my clit.

“Holy cow,” I grunt. It’s freezing, but not unbearable, and it’s a stark contrast to the heating pad that was on me moments ago.

“Breathe through it. I’m about to put my mouth on you,” he encourages.

Then, I almost black out from how amazing his hot tongue feels lapping against my pussy and how divine his lips are suctioning over my clit.

It feels like seconds, and I’m coming undone. His hand goes back to my mouth. I must be loud. My orgasm makes me so dizzy, I can’t even tell up from down.

He uses his other hand on my stomach to hold me in place while he eats me out.

“You have a hard time staying quiet,” he chuckles when he comes up for air. “I fucking love it. Someday, you’re going to scream for me as loud as you can. Right now though, I’m going to stuff your pretty mouth so you can’t.”

He pats my thigh, then points to where he’s standing on my side of the bed. “Lay on your back with your head on your side of the bed and your legs on my side of the bed. You need to be able to reach my cock with your mouth.”

My belly flutters with equal parts nerves and excitement at his bold demand. I position myself on my back so I can lay with my head at the edge of the bed, still panting from my orgasm.

“You came so good for me. Do it again, princess,” he commands.

His words have me wound up with pent up desire.

He taps my cheek with his cock. “Open for me, but don’t suck. Hold my cock in your beautiful mouth so you can’t scream.”

I close my lips around his hard length, letting his dick rest on my tongue.

His hands work magic on my body, spinning me into a frenzied mess as I start to moan around his cock. He pushes himself further back in my mouth, and I focus on breathing through my nose .

He dips his fingers in the ice water, then grazes my entrance with them. When he slips a cold, wet finger inside me, I squirm. He soothes it by pressing his other warm hand all over my skin, and I make unintelligible sounds against his thick shaft.

He pulls himself out of my mouth, and I take a deep breath.

“You’re doing great, minou . Your pussy is drenched for me. You like choking on my cock?”

His parents must’ve never washed his mouth out with soap, because he has the dirtiest mouth. Blow jobs have never been a turn on for me before, but at this moment, I want him back in my mouth. “Yeah,” I admit and open my mouth for him.

“That’s my good girl.” He pushes his erection to the back of my throat. His hands all over me has my body teetering on the edge of a climax again. My back arches off the bed in pure bliss. He presses me to the bed with his hand between my breasts, keeping me where he wants me. Him taking control of my body makes an orgasm explode through me. White stars cloud my vision, and I whimper and moan around his cock.

“There you go. I’m going to fuck your mouth now, and you’re going to come for me again. Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop.” He pulls his cock out. “Tell me you understand.”

“Twice on your thigh. Got it,” I say breathlessly, then reach with my mouth to have his cock inside me again.

He steps out of reach with a grin. “What else? Will you be my good girl and come for me again?”

Even though I doubt my ability to come a third time, I borrow his confidence as my own and nod my agreement.

“That’s it, minou . Take all of me.” He holds the back of my neck and arches it as he pushes his cock past my lips. Then, he presses my shoulders into the bed, causing my boobs to push up to him. “You’re fucking perfect. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He tweaks my nipples, caresses my hips and pushes my thighs open for him. “Visions of you like this are going to fill my mind forever.”

He slides two fingers in my pussy, and I hum my approval.

“Yes, Pepper. That’s it.”

I watch his ab and arm muscles above me flex as he moves, and I reach my hands up to run over his firm torso.

He vibrates his thumb over my clit, and I come undone again. He thrusts into my mouth and I arch my back, groaning around his cock.

When my release wanes, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and fists it. “I’m going to come.” He jerks himself off above me, ropes of cum painting my chest and stomach.

I’ve never felt prettier wearing nothing but Matt’s cum. I feel high from three orgasms. That’s never happened to me before.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers as he lays a trail of kisses with his mouth against my collar bone. “I thought you might use your safe word.”

“Why?” I pant, my body feeling spent.

“I’m guessing that was a lot of newness for you. If it wasn’t your thing, I’d understand. Thanks for being open and trusting me. Stay here, princess. The other cup is full of water for you. Drink, and I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, then disappears.

I hurry into the bathroom even though my legs feel like jelly. I want a pad on before I go to sleep.

Princess .

Him calling me that is on constant replay in my mind. He remembers I said every little girl should feel like that, and I tear up thinking about the little girl in me who always wanted to feel that way.

My childhood may have been tough, but I still dreamt about a better life. I’m a romantic. My daydreams were filled with a valiant knight who would rescue me. He’d take me away from my family to a safe, happy place where we’d live happily ever after with kids and a dog. Someday, I’m going to find my forever: the person I can love and who will love me back.

Being cynical and mean like my parents isn’t an option. I don’t want to be anything like them. I choose to hope for something better, even if that makes me naive. I’d rather be stubbornly hopeful than jaded and hateful.

That may sound ungrateful. Not everyone has a family, but my parents and sister are a piece of work.

Even with my past, I’ve never closed myself off to love. Maybe because of my past, I’ve always been in search of love. Yes, that meant giving my heart and body to a few guys who didn’t deserve it. But I put myself out there, hoping my love would be reciprocated. Someday, it will be.

“Pepper, what’s wrong?” Matt’s voice breaks through my trip down memory lane.

Tears are streaming down my face, and his hand cups my cheek. “Shit. I’m sorry. Did you think I left you? I put a blanket in the dryer so it’s toasty for you. Here’s a warm towel to clean you off.”

I choke out a laugh and crack a joke as part of my defense mechanism. “Gee, why did you think I’d be cold?”

“Just a hunch,” he winks and wraps the blanket around my legs. Then, he tenderly wipes his cum from my torso and kisses my lips gently. “You’re amazing, minou . Thanks for exploring that kink with me.”

“Yeah, it was fun. Sorry I got emotional about it.”

He tosses me the shirt I was wearing.

“Want to talk about why you were crying? Was there something you didn’t like about it?”

“I loved it, but you calling me a princess made me feel…things,” I admit.

“You are one, you know.” He climbs into bed, reclining on his elbow to face me.

“My parents never treated me like one. They didn’t want me. They didn’t want my sister either. When I came along by accident six years after my sister was born, they were livid. I think the only reason they kept me was they didn’t have money to get rid of me.”

“Pepper, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories for you.” He leans close and threads his fingers through my hair.

“You didn’t. You helped me make new memories tonight. Thank you.”

“Your parents didn’t recognize how amazing you are, but I do, Pep,” he says softly, and I start crying.

“Why do you tell me stuff like that?” I sniff. I’ve always wanted it, but I’ve never had anyone talk to me this way.

“Because you are amazing. Your family was wrong to lead you to believe otherwise. Whatever they said to you was a lie,” he says with such conviction, something in me snaps. I’ve never told anyone about my family. I tried my best to forget about them when I moved away.

But apparently, him milking orgasms from me also has me feeling safe to be open. “My parents didn’t like me. I was constantly daydreaming, and they said dreamers amount to nothing.”

“With the reality you lived in, I can see why you would want to escape to a dream world,” I offer.

“When I was five and my sister was 11, she fell out of a tree and broke her arm. My parents weren’t home. They were hardly ever home. They didn’t have a phone, and I didn’t know where they were. I ran to our apartment and called 9-1-1, because I wanted to help my sister.”

The memories resurface like it was yesterday, and a tear slips down my cheek. I should stop now. There’s no reason to tell him about my past, but my mouth has a mind of its own.