Page 79 of Ice Me Out

Connor’s truck was parked out front, so he’s already home. I’m relieved when we don’t bump into him or Keene and take Bex’s lips in a hot, hungry kiss as I walk her into my bedroom.

The restraint I demonstrated earlier in the bathroom is completely gone now that we’re alone and behind closed doors.

I take in her beautiful face, her hot body covered by my number six jersey.

If I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want Bex right now, I can’t remember.

“Baby,” I say, grabbing the hem of her jersey. “Do you still want to do this? If you’ve changed your mind?—”

“No.” She cuts me off. “I want this. I want you.”

Thank fuck. If she had said no, I would have self-combusted.

I advance on her as if she was an opponent with the puck. The jersey with my number on it flies on the floor at the same time as Bex’s back hits the mattress of my king-sized bed.

My t-shirt follows shortly after, and so do my jeans and her leggings.

Our mouths stay connected almost the entire time. Kissing Bex is like a drug I didn’t know I was addicted to. She’s my new favorite taste, no matter where my mouth goes on her body.

“Jamie,” she giggles, as I rain ticklish kisses all over her chest, making my way down her stomach to the scrap of lace of her panties. “I thought I would get to return the favor.”

I lower my mouth, nuzzling her through the fabric of her panties. “Hmm.” I tease her. “You will. After I get another taste.”

She pouts. “That’s not fair.”

“Sorry,” I chuckle, removing the offending garment with a practiced move. “But I promise this time, you’ll get your turn.”

I kiss, lick, and suck on her perfect little pussy to my heart's content. Every gasp, every moan, every single time she begs me not to stop, goes straight to my cock; and by the time she comes all over my mouth, I’m so hard I could cut through concrete.

“Jamie, too much.” She squirms away from my mouth when I keep toying with her sensitive clit, and I eventually relent.

When she grabs the elastic band of my boxer briefs, I let her slide them down my hips.

The look in her eyes when my cock springs free is fucking priceless.

“Like what you see?” I smile. I know I have a big cock, but I still enjoy the look of surprise on her gorgeous face.

I watch her throat work as she swallows, licking her bottom lip as she stares at me.

“I haven’t gotten a lot of experience with naked men, but you’re so big.”

Ha. I had no doubt that Priestly had a tiny dick. It’s obvious in the way he acts and carries himself on and off the ice.

But Bex’s asshole ex is the least of my worries right now.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes when she wraps her fingers around the base of my cock.

She stares at it, biting on her bottom lip. “I don’t know how all of this will fit into my mouth. Let alone inside me.”

I trace her jaw with my fingers. “I promise you it will fit. But you can just lick me a little if you’re worried about your gag reflex.”

Her tongue darts out to trace the slit on the head of my cock. Pleasure shoots from base to tip and I groan.

“Just don’t laugh if I gag, ok?” she says, wrapping her soft lips around my tip and sucking gently.

There’s nothing to laugh about. Bex’s mouth is sleek, hot even.

“See?” I grunt when she gets bolder and bolder and takes me all the way into the back of her throat. “We’re a perfect fit.”