Page 148 of So This Is War
Hard to fucking relax when her hips are lightly rocking over my cock, I have the perfect view of her cleavage, and she’s rubbing ice against my chest.
Nothing about this is relaxing.
And she fucking knows it.
She’s had all goddamn day to plan this, and fuck has she outdone herself. This . . . this will make me break.
“God, your chest is incredible,” she says as she brings the ice over my nipples. “You are so impressively large, Levi.”
In what area?
Because right now, I know for a fact I’m getting impressively large in my boxer briefs.
She leans back, completely resting on my cock as she slides the ice down my abdomen, playing with the divots.
“Easily one of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen.” She lifts off my cock, leans forward, and places one hand on the mattress while the other runs ice over my left pec. She focuses entirely on that area, every once in a while moving the ice over my nipple and causing it to harden.
She sits back down and rubs her center over my length for a mere second before lifting back up and moving over to the other pec.
She continues this torture, slowly and methodically dry-humping me without actually dry-humping me.
It’s one slow stroke after another.
One torturously slow stroke.
It’s so fucking bad that I realize if I don’t do something soon, if I let her take advantage of the situation, I’ll snap, so I grab some ice from the bucket as well, and when she leans forward, I bring the ice to her chest.
She pauses in surprise. “You looked really hot, Wylie, so I thought I’d cool you down as well.”
“Oh, no need. I can do that myself,” she says as she sits back on my cock. Bringing the melting ice straight to her covered breasts, she rubs them a few times, dampening the fabric to where it’s almost see-through.
Fuck . . .
Me . . .
Like a voyeur, I stare.
I watch as the gorgeous nipples harden from the cold of the ice. I watch intently as her head moves side to side and the way she gets lost in the feel of turning herself on.
I revel in the way she slowly rotates her hips over my cock, seeking her own pleasure.
And I nearly drool over the drop of her mouth when I lightly thrust my hips up into her.
Her eyes pop open as she realizes she’s been seeking out her own pleasure. That’s when I grip her hips and lightly guide them over my cock, up and down, up and down, showing her how hard she makes me but also tempting her. Giving her something that will tip her over the edge.
This has to do it. I know her clit is riding my length right now. I can feel how turned on she is. I can see it in her eyes. So I take more ice, slip my hand under her shirt, and as she moves forward to rub over my pecs again, I bring my palm to her breast, where I cup it with the ice.
She lets out a hiss and rotates her hips hard on my cock, causing me to buckle at the waist ever so slightly.
The ice falls from my palm to my stomach, leaving my hand on her bare breast. At this point, I don’t fucking care. I squeeze her, feeling the weight of her in my palm, running my fingers over her hard nipple.
She curls in, her hands no longer gripping my stomach as her hips start moving faster over my cock.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and her fingers dig into my skin as my body lights up, my cock growing impossibly hard with every stroke, every rub.
“Fuck, baby,” I say, unable to hold back, but it must snap her out of it because she pauses.
She stares down at me, and the hunger in her eyes morphs into realization.
