Page 92 of Ice & Steel

“Look at me,” he said quietly.

I dragged my eyes up. My God, he was so handsome it drew me right in the moment he turned his strange charm on.

“Don’t think I won’t take it out on your pussy when I get home, baby,” he said softly.

My hips ached and I realized it had been so long since he’d slid into me and filled the empty place that longed for him. A lingering warmth made its way up my neck and stained my cheeks. I knew he saw it because he trailed his finger up my neck and cupped my chin.

“Come sit on my cock,” he murmured.

“Lucien!” I whispered.

In a swift movement, he pushed down the front of his sweatpants. His cock slipped out, rock hard, and slapped against his lower abdominal muscles. I stared down at it and tried to ignore the empty place inside me where my pulse thrummed.

He’d feel so good. Hot, hard, smooth inside me.

Even if it was just the rounded head.

“Come here,” he ordered. “Be a good girl for me, Liv, and sit on my cock.”

I bit my lip, working it absently as I gazed down at him. Then I shook my head and tugged the waistband up over his length. His brow twitched and actually rose a minute amount.

“I’m going to ruin your poor, little cunt, Liv,” he said, his voice low in his chest.

I stood up, shrugging. Maybe I was enjoying having the upper hand a bit too much. Maybe I was still angry with him that he’d left me and gotten shot and died.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle it,” I said.

That night after everyone else was fast asleep, I went into my room and shut the door. My heart thumped as I showered and slipped into bed naked. The sheets felt softer than I remembered, but perhaps it was just the warm flush spreading over my skin at the memory of his cock.

I propped my phone up between my legs and sank back.

My fingers found their way down. Trailing over the soft bare skin of my pussy and down to the wet, sensitive opening. My breath hitched and I let myself moan quietly at the thought of him watching the video.

His cock would get so hard it would leak at the tip. He ‘d be so fucking frustrated.

I slipped my fingers into my pussy and worked them against my G-spot. God, that felt so good after so long.

My fingers were soaked when I pulled them out and began circling my clit. Around and around that sensitive bud that he’d licked and sucked so many times before. Teasing the pleasure to the surface.

My other hand slid up, my fingers slipping into my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked them, remembering all the times he’d pushed his into my mouth.

“Suck, baby,” he’d say. “Be a good slut and show me the way you suck my cock while I fuck you.”

My orgasm burst and I felt my muscles contract in a shattering eruption of pleasure. Like an explosion tearing through me and flushing my skin with blood. Sending wetness spilling out onto the bed where he’d be able to see it when I sent him the recording.

My body sagged and I reached between my thighs to turn the camera off. Satisfaction flooded me, not the same as if he’d fucked me, but still so good. That orgasm was his, like every orgasm I’d ever had.

They’d all belonged to him.

I washed and sank into the bed. My heart fluttered against my ribs as I sent the video to him and laid my phone aside. I slipped beneath the covers and closed my eyes.

My phone buzzed and I shot my hand out and swiped the screen.

Good girl. Give me one more.

He was miles away, but I still obediently rolled onto my back and opened my thighs. My phone buzzed again and another message appeared. It was a picture of his cock tucked beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. The tip and the first quarter were visible. Glistening with precum and so hard I could make out the vein running up the underside to the thick, rounded head.

I moaned, grinding my hips against air.