Page 14 of Steel and Ice

Without hesitation, I did. His lips met mine and our mouths burned hot. His breath crowded me; the chain clinked and gave a small, pleased sound.

He turned my head with two fingers. Demand disguised as placement. His stubble scratched against my throat as a spark ran down my spine.

And kept going.

His palm slid down my chest.

Slowly, deliberately. Before it finally settled on the notch where breath turns personal.

“Better,” he said, against my mouth.

“Colt—”

“Yes.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

The foyer suddenly felt smaller. Wood pressed against my back as my breath fogged the glass in the door.

I felt exposed. Anyone could see, even my nosy neighbor.

Colt stepped in harder, and my body shifted so fast I hated it. He noticed; and he liked it. He made it worse as his hips set an angle my bones learned the instant he commanded. He dragged tension along my jaw and back to my mouth. Then down to my hip to keep me exactly where he wanted me.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you want it.”

My mind flashed back to the graveyard.

“Make me,” I said, aiming for a different energy this time.

And he complied.

Colt took the next sound straight from my mouth and gave me nothing to hide behind, no words with which to obscure myself.

His forearm was close enough to feel as his torso pinned by using no pin at all. His thigh drove a new inch of angle until the doorframe didn’t complain and neither did I.

“Knees,” he said. “Get down there and see how hard you’ve made me.”

I was there in a flash. Colt’s jeans, his boots. The scent of protection and danger that clung to him.

I worked his belt to the side. Next, button, zipper. Thick denim, Colt’s thighs.

Before my eyes, a swelling between his legs. I slid my finger over the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. His thick, girthy bulge sprung free an inch away from my face. I breathed onto it through an open mouth and panted as I took in the size of him.

I held onto his cock, not daring to move a finger as he walked forward, inching toward me with his thick, muscular legs. Every movement carried the weight of a giant tree as he lumbered toward me. I was in awe.

I’d never seen, let alone handled, a cock so thick. So powerful. The thought of taking him daunted me.

I opened my mouth and kissed it, unable to hold back. Immediately, a rush of pleasure washed over me. Delight mixed with brazen submission. I’d never seen this side of myself. Felt this side of myself.

Instinct guided me to press my tongue against his swollen cock, and he moaned. Colt’s groan overpowered my voice immediately. Goosebumps rushed over me as Colt’s hand gripped my hair and pushed me down, making me feel chained to him.

Filthy thoughts flashed through my mind. The type I’d never thought I’d entertain with a clear conscience. Not in a million years.

Until tonight.

I flirted with the idea I deserved to please Colt. To be between his thighs this way, to belong to him. A powerful body that had ripped others apart on the ice now stood over me. I wondered if he’d rip me apart, too.

My tongue massaged the tip of his cock before sliding onto the underside of it. My lips encircled it, my heart raced as I gulped more of it in, greedily filling my mouth.

No reason to hold back. Pretenses were gone.

Ethics were gone.

The staggering inappropriateness of this rocked through my mind. I was supposed to be a professional. With morals.

But it didn’t stop me. Couldn’t.

Colt groaned above me and filled the foyer with his voice. He rocked his hips back and forth. Slightly, then firmer, not enough to break my rhythm. I relented and bent to his pace. Submitting. Entirely to Colt, to his lead.

With zero hesitation.

I drank in his cock, as my tongue studied and memorized every detail like I might never get the chance again. Rolling across it, feeling Colt grow harder and harder. He had complete control over both our bodies.

I felt powerless.

Heat flared inside me.

My lips tightened around it, and snuggly gripped his girth as I slid my mouth back and forth. His cock pushed against the back of my throat. To my excitement, I tasted the first drop of precome as he gasped.

But before we could continue, Colt froze. Which caused me to pause, too.

Colt slid out of my mouth and covered my lips with his palm.

“Quiet,” he said.

Blue lights washed the door’s glass, and my heart sank.

Colt didn’t move. He adjusted my chin with his thumb and watched my eyes. I remained on my knees, slightly below the glass in the door. Colt shifted to the side but kept his hand over my mouth.

Not rough, but not kind. A condition.

The flashlight cut the hedges and slid through the glass.

A hard slice of light laid the foyer open.

The shapes of our two bodies immediately stamped the opposite wall.

Clear enough to notice, distinct enough for the officers to count two people.

I didn’t know if my neighbor had called them. Or if they were looking for Travis.

Or me.

If our shadows ended up meaning Colt’s name in a report, my entire life could crumble.

Boots scraped the steps, but Colt’s hand kept me silent. His eyes stayed on the glass over my shoulder. I could have called out, even with his hand there.

I didn’t.

Instead, my fingers circled his wrist and held. Colt felt the choice; he knew my decision. He waited until my breath told him everything.

Mercifully, the voice outside said, “We’re good… next…”

The flashlight beam scissored away before it hung, returned, and finally left for good. Radio crackled in the background.

Then silence.

Colt lifted his hand and set it at my throat to feel my pulse. The same pulse he’d steadied. He put me right where he had me before. As if the interruption had sharpened his aim.

A look flashed in Colt’s eyes. I couldn’t tell if it matched the one he’d given me in our first session, or the one he’d thrown at Travis in the parking lot that night.

“Stay,” he said.

“I’m not?—”

He leaned down and pressed his weight against me as the doorframe took it in stride. His knee edged my knee, and his hips locked mine in place. His mouth closed around my next words and erased them in a heartbeat.

He pressed harder against me, as if to make a point. My reaction was instant and humiliatingly honest. But apparently, Colt liked my honesty enough to chase it.

“Good,” he said, in a low growl as if pleased.

He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine as I crouched against the doorframe.

“Fuck,” I said, a little too loud.

The word echoed through the hallway, and he smiled against my teeth as if I’d given him permission to ruin something.

Or at least break it.

“We’re not done,” Colt said.

Taking inventory, not issuing an apology.

“Upstairs,” he ordered.

Colt took the first step and left an empty space that demanded I step into it. The runner gave under our weight; it slipped and shifted as we moved. He pushed forward; I was happy to follow.

“But,” I said as I fumbled, “I don’t keep the curtains drawn.”

My voice felt wrong in my mouth.

“And my neighbor might?—”

“Let them watch,” Colt barked without looking back. “Follow me.”

He led the way as if he’d been here before. As if the house belonged to him.

And maybe I did, too.

He crossed into the bedroom first, guiding.

“Here,” he said.

He set me where the room would hold both of us. The bed eagerly accepted, but my headboard tapped a warning I ignored.

Too late for that.

I peeled my shirt over my head and exposed part of myself to him.

“You’re shaking,” he said near my ear.

“I know.”

“Look in my eyes.”

“Make me.”

He did.

His thumb lifted my chin. Two fingers under my jaw, our eyes locked. No one left to lie to, no more lies to sell.

“Still,” I said.

The single brake.

Colt paused as if the word were a switch that only I could throw. The pause burned between us.

Blue lights crossed the ceiling and highlighted Colt’s stunning face.

The police officers had circled back around. As if the world was watching us. A moment later, the lights moved on. But we didn’t.

Colt moved slowly enough to register, fast enough to erase thinking.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.

“You,” I said.

“More.”

“I want you to touch me,” I said. “I want you to fuck me.”

Colt’s eyes widened.

My breath caught. “I want you to mark me up. Make it so everyone knows who I belong to.”

He growled a non-verbal response that told me he wanted the same. For a moment, I couldn’t believe this was happening. It wasn’t allowed to happen, but that hadn’t stopped it.

I pointed to the nightstand drawer, and Colt quickly popped over to retrieve condoms and lube.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

His voice was thick with need, half-muted by his desire to show some restraint. But I could see in his eyes; restraint had escaped long ago.

I did as I was told and carefully shifted around to position myself on my knees.

A gasp of surprise escaped me when he pulled at the waistband of my pants. In my rush, I’d forgotten I was half-dressed. Colt pulled down my jeans and I shuddered at the feeling of cheap denim as it scraped my legs.

He flipped me back over, and suddenly the world spun.

A second later, I heard the sound of a condom as it rolled over his length, followed by a slick wetness near the center of my ass. I bit my lip and tired not to let out a squeal as his fingertip circled the tight band of muscle around my hole. Colt massaged and stroked me until my body relaxed.

I pushed back against him, eager to feel more of him in me. As if some part of me was missing and wouldn’t be complete until I had Colt inside me.

He teased me at first. One hand played with my cock while the other toyed with my hole. My body bloomed, spreading. I was ready. And as I glanced back over my shoulder, it was clear Colt was ready, too.

I was impatient for it, but I reminded myself—though this was my house—I wasn’t the one in control here.

Colt was.

He’d have the final say in what my body did or did not do. Whether or not he realized it. But something told me… he realized it. He held the reins. The only thing I could hold onto was dear life.

“You think you’ve earned this?” he growled.

His question caught me off guard.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I’ve been good.”

“You haven’t,” he snarled.

He was right. I’d been abrasive and obsessive with him, antagonistic. As if I wanted punishment.

And Colt knew it.

“Think you deserve to have me fuck you?” he asked.

The word yes had never escaped my lips so fast.

“God,” I said, nearly choking on the word. “Fuck me, please.”

I took a sharp breath as Colt pressed inside me. He kept one hand hooked underneath to stroke my cock as he probed. I moaned, softly at first, then unapologetically. I felt his thickness enter me and stretch me out. The most deliciously sinful sensation in the world.

With one forceful thrust, Colt pushed into me. I cried out and almost fell over, but he grabbed me and steadied me. Effortlessly.

With one hand.

A rough hockey player, he was no stranger to controlling another man’s body, usually on the ice.

“My neighbors,” I breathed, “they’ll hear?—”

“Stop,” he said, and my words ceased.

He stroked me up, and back down. He pushed me, tested me, and teased me to the edge of a climax I wasn’t sure I was allowed to take.

Colt reared back and slammed hard into my ass, as if to stake a claim where no one else could ever be again. I was Colt’s now.

Entirely.

New territory for him; that much I knew. But no shyness. No reluctance. I wasn’t sure if it was me he was attracted to. Or my fear.

The thought made me even harder.

He didn’t hold back—not even an ounce. We both needed this, and Colt didn’t apologize. He pushed into me, mercifully sometimes, often not. Groaning, grunting. Giving in to his own needs.

I was proud he was using my body. Fucking me like a toy, a piece of property he’d claimed and now owned.

I bounced back against his frame as my ass cheeks rippled. I pushed into him and felt him slide deeper each time as his length hit me where no one ever had before.

A new spot. Colt’s spot.

He gripped my cock tighter as a current of pleasure rippled through me. I slid up and down in perfect tandem with his thrusts and my ass met the base of his cock as I took all of him. Suddenly, I was trembling and shaking through the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

My life flashed before my eyes, everything meaningless before this moment. As if I’d been built for Colt’s pleasure.

Hot come spurted all over Colt’s hand as my senses heightened. That’s when I felt his entire body tighten through his extension in me. He was losing control.

His hips snapped back, forward. Harder, steadier.

Shoving into me, spearing faster. As the last drop of come erupted from my cock, I felt Colt was coming, too.

He pumped the condom full as his breath came short and his body went tense.

His nails dragged along my spine, the sensation both thrilling and jolting.

With a few more thrusts, he was spent, and so was I. We both collapsed onto the bed. Colt didn’t touch his cut, and I didn’t touch it for him.

Downstairs, the latch held.

My eyes went heavy, but I watched Colt’s hands open and stay open while the night decided if it would keep our secret. We didn’t take it back.

In the morning I’d try to call it something smaller, less significant. Tonight, it was exactly its size.

His breath dragged beside me.

Blue light skimmed the ceiling before it moved on. Colt kept his hands open until it passed.