Page 66 of Ice Me Out

She cried out with each stroke. I licked my bottom lip, tasting her juices, maintaining eye contact. Briefly, I released her legs to ditch my jacket and shirt. I didn’t stop pumping into her because I hadn’t planned on messing up our nuts. Vera was already fluttering around my dick, and the tightening at the base of my dick warned me to ease up or empty my load.

“Hands and knees, Sugar.”

I pulled out and stroked myself as she flipped into position. I planted a foot onto the bed and gripped the top of her head with one hand, easing into her vice-grip pussy. I fucked her how she liked—fast and aggressive—and she gave me what I wanted—a soaked dick and a few dirty words of affirmation as the sound of her ass clapping against me filled the room.

“Hart… you can do me better than th-that,” she said hoarsely.

I didn’t bother arguing with her. I just clamped my hands over her mouth and unleashed on her until she was shouting and saliva dribbled through my fingers, and I was barely on my feet. I shouted as I came into her as the last of her orgasm lingered.

Our harsh breaths replaced the clapping. I bent down and kissed down her clothed spine, still inside. I sluggishly slid out of her warm, wet grasp and watched as her pussy contracted until the first signs of my cum leaked out of her onto the hotel comforter. She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at my still hard dick.

“Put that shit back in, and get back to work,” she demanded.

There she goes again with that WAG talk.

***

The morning light crept through the curtains, warm and far too bright.

“Sugar?” I groaned, reaching across the bed instinctively. Instead of touching warm, smooth skin, my hand landed on cool, empty sheets. “Vera?” I called, sitting up and listening for a response.

A quiet stillness settled around me, and the realization that Vera wasn’t near was jarring. I reached for my phone on the nightstand when I saw it—a folded piece of paper with my name on it.

Hart,

You looked too peaceful to wake. See you Wednesday.

-Sugar

I crumbled the note and tossed it across the room at the wastebasket before falling back against the pillows.

“Is this what the puck bunnies feel like in the morning?” I sighed. It was my first one-night stand, and I was the one left without even a good morning or goodbye. “This sucks.”

Sugar Baby Privileges

Vera

Are you going to get that?” Xander asked, pointing his pencil eraser at my vibrating phone.

“No.”

“It could be an emergency,” Milo mentioned.

It’s not a freaking emergency. It’s just my sugar daddy blowing up my phone.

Hart had been extra bratty since I left him in Toronto. Should I have woken him up? Maybe, but I could tell the man was running on fumes. The FaceTime requests and demands that I come over were relentless. No matter how much I wanted to fulfill his request, because I missed his ass, too, I had to gently remind him that I was “off the clock” and had other obligations.

Since Toronto, I received Hart’s payment, and immediately settled my tuition balance, got my shit out of pawn, and greased Monica’s palms with a $5,000.00 finder’s fee for Sugar Rush. As promised, I took her out to dinner at Andre’s. She laughed and told me the money was burning a hole in my pocket when I ordered half the menu, but little did she know my sugar daddy had me covered. She was astonished when a bill never arrived at our table and we were invited back to dine again.

Tuesday, I had a full day of classes and spent every waking moment in front of a book or screen until my vision blurred and I collapsed into bed. And currently, I was trying to get as much studying done with my study group before my first “outing” with Hart.

“It’s not an emergency. Are you done with your problem set?” I challenged with a raised brow.

“My bad,” he muttered, returning his eyes to the pages of his college-ruled spiral notebook.

It wasn’t five minutes later when my phone went off again.

“We have a silent phone policy for a reason,” Luke said gruffly.