Page 95 of Ice Me Out

The first swipe of his tongue along the bare skin of my slit makes me forget everything about why I wanted him to kiss me on the lips.

“That looks so fucking hot,” Jamie says from behind me, playing with my tits as I’m splayed with my back against his front. “Doesn’t she have the most delicious tasting pussy in the world?”

Connor answers Jamie’s question with a hum of agreement that vibrates against my clit, taking my breath away.

“She’s fucking perfect.” He says, giving me an open-mouthed kiss that makes me see stars.

He torments me with his mouth, licking and sucking on my clit, pressing his mouth to me so that I feel a hint of his teeth. It’s not enough to cause pain, but it just pushes me closer and closer to bursting point.

This feels different from when Jamie ate me out, a little wilder, dirtier, but just as mind blowing.

“Oh fuck.” I cry out as I shatter into a million pieces.

He keeps eating me and nuzzling me noisily until I get too sensitive and squirm away from him. The whole time, Jamie has been exploring my mouth with hot, passionate kisses of his own.

My body is still tingling from the earth shattering orgasm Connor just gave me, but I’m oddly satisfied and yet still full of pent-up desire.

I think the hard-on pressing against my tailbone and the one that’s straining Connor’s pants in front of me might be responsible for the fact that I want more.

“That was amazing.” I say, turning in Jamie’s arms so that I can look at both the handsome naked men on the couch. “But what about you two?”

Connor’s eyes are scorching hot with lust when he meets my gaze, but he’s still holding back. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, beautiful.”

Jamie smiles. “What do you want, baby? You name it, and it’s yours.”

“I want to make you come too. Both of you.”

My boyfriend looks at his teammate. “What do you say, Con?”

“Yeah. What he just said. Anything you want.”

I talk a big game, but aside from the limited experience with my high school boyfriend and the disastrous night with Kurt, the past couple of weeks in Jamie’s bed are all I know.

When it comes to being with two guys, I’m a little out of my depth.

“I want you both.” It’s all I say, looking at Jamie.

He understood my predicament and takes the lead. “Let’s begin with protection.” He opens the small drawer in the coffee table and takes out two condoms. “Catch.” He separates the two attached foil packets and throws one to his teammate, opening and rolling one over his own erection.

Connor holds the condom packet between two fingers, his eyes fixed on me. “How do you want to do this? I guess we’re taking turns?”

I think about it, but then I realize that Connor has gone out of his way not to kiss me on the lips tonight.

He obviously wants me, but something is holding him back.

Call me crazy, but if he wants to use that condom, he has to kiss me first.

But I want him to want it, or I wouldn’t feel good about it.

“Or Jamie could fuck me and you could have my mouth.” I say. “So neither of you has to wait.”

He went down on me, so it’s only fair that I return the favor.

“What do you say?” the question is directed to both of them.

“Fuck, yeah.” Jamie’s lips drop to my shoulder. “Can I go behind you, baby?”

“Hmm.” I nod.