Ice Steam (Loving All Wrong #3) (13 page)

My kisses meandered down his abs, going lower, tongue licking along the defined grooves, Xavier’s feet shifting restlessly. When I got to his navel, I balked, because that’s where his dick, blood-filled red and concrete hard, rested.

I stared at it.

Let it be known that big men had even bigger dicks. Xavier’s dick was thick and long and intimidating. He had a wide, blunt head, like an umbrella sheltering his tight scrotum. Suffice to say I was frightened by the thing, froze up.

To be fair, I’d only ever seen two other penises in the flesh before: my son’s and Davian’s.

Davian’s dick was a very suckable seven and a half inches of male goodness. But Xavier’s dick went far beyond seven and a half inches, and it wasn’t even just the length that scared me, but the width, and the engorged, cherry-red blunt head.

Xavier’s dick was not the kind of dick a girl could go more than one round on. It was the kind of dick that would put you out faster than an overdose on Ambien.

Confidence waning, suddenly uncertain of myself, I timidly dragged my gaze up along the length of his body and found him watching me.

Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he tried to hide a smile.

“You get this reaction from girls every time they see your dick?”

“Every. Single. Time,” he replied, top lip twitching.

“Do you take, like, enhancement pills or something?”

He took no umbrage to this. “No. Just been free-balling since age eight.”

“So you’re saying briefs make penises smalle—”

“Chino,” he interrupted, half-frustrated, wholly impatient, “do research later. But right now, put my dick in your mouth.”

That raw command did nothing but make me all the more hot for him. Hands-free, I obeyed by lowering my head and taking him in my mouth. His hips gently flexed upward at the same time he let out a deep moan.

Keeping my hands on the bed, I sheathed my teeth and took as much of him as I could manage—which was about half—then began sucking him. I was no expert. I’d only ever been with one man. But Xavier’s grip in my hair, the deep sounds escaping him, and the unremitting undulating of his hips assured me I wasn’t entirely an inexperienced neophyte.

“Chino,” he prayed to the ceiling when I moved one of my hands to fondle his sack. Unbelievably tight and round, firm enough to play marbles with.

The man was a god.

As my inner walls pulsed ponderously, begging for some action, and my clit generated its own heartbeat, I released him from my mouth and crawled up his body, fisting him, readying to impale myself and ride us both into oblivion. But Xavier shook his head, wrapped one big arm around my waist and threw me back on the bed, flipping us like a coin so he was above me, my head almost hanging off the edge.

“Told you Chino,” he said, parting my legs, “always lick it before I stick it.”

He went low, then his lips met my lips—the ones below, that is—and I bucked into his mouth, gasping out like a virgin getting touched for the first time.

Two years. It’s been two whole years since I felt these sinful sensations, since I’ve been this open and…intimate with another human being. I felt as if I’d just walked out of a blizzard and right into a furnace. Life returned to me as Xavier tongued me on high speed, licking all the stiffness out of me, greasing my joints, rescuing me from the desert and bestowing me a tall, tall glass of water, quenching a thirst of two years.

Gripping his head and holding it tight to me as if I were afraid he would stop and take the euphoria away, I ground into his mouth, raising my upper half so I could watch him eat me, then slamming my head back to the mattress when a bolt of pleasure hit me, seconds later raising up again to watch him then slamming back to the mattress. Back and forth, back and forth I went, unsure of what I really wanted to do. Pleasure had me confused, had me crazed, spinning me in circles, dizzying me.

By the fifth time I raised up and slammed back on the bed, thrusting maniacally against Xavier’s enthusiastic tongue, my head was dangling off the bed, hair spilling down to the floor. I was about to suggest he slow down so I could scoot back onto the bed when he sucked me hard at the same time he plunged a finger inside me and began pumping.

I trembled. Forget my position, he couldn’t stop now. Not now. I was too near to that place I haven’t visited in a while.

“Don’t stop, Xavi,” I cried, blood rushing to my head from my upside-down position. “Please, don’t…stop.”

I locked my legs around his neck, fearing he would stop to spite me. Might be cutting off his circulation, but I just…I just…I didn’t know. Except that I felt insanely good and wanted this to go on and on all night.

Xavier didn’t stop, he ate on, even though I pretty much had him in a headlock.

Like a streak of crooked lightning across the night sky, I cracked, splitting open as my orgasm fled me in bursts of light like shooting stars zinging through the darkness and exploding into the moon.

I wailed in sheer pleasure, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing back into the room as my clit pulsed on Xavier’s tongue, my hips way, way up off the bed.

As the particles of euphoria slowly popped out one by one, like bursting balloons, I became aware of Xavier pulling me back up onto the bed.

“Jesus Christ,” I heard him mutter under his breath.

When I finally opened my eyes, Xavier was on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck. “Could’ve prepared me, you know,” he accused. “Could’ve told me you’re a wild and greedy one in bed.”

Aiming for cute and sheepish, I bit my lip.

“Think you broke my neck.”

“You’re too big to break.”
Like a tree trunk.

I pushed up on my knees and took his face between my palms. “Just in case it wasn’t clear enough from my animalistic reaction…that was
mind-blowing
.” I kissed him hard. “Want you to eat me like that
everyday
.”

Mouths sealed, he clasped my hips and urged me closer to eliminate the slim gap between us, so I hung on to his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him while he remained on his knees.

Hands gripping my butt-cheeks now, he raised me up and positioned me above his dick. And as I felt his head press at my entrance, slowly opening me up, I closed my eyes and squelched my wince.

He lowered me further down in the same time his hips thrust slightly up. At the first lick of pain I ripped my mouth from his and buried my face to his neck. It felt like I was having Jacob’s head tear through me all over again.

“Chino,” he whispered in my hair, for some reason taking his gentle time to lower me onto him, “you’re too…how…how long’s it been?”

Inexplicably annoyed by his question, I snapped, “A nine-pound baby came through the same hole. It can’t be that...unaccommodating. Just shut up and be a rock star.”

Without warning, he slammed the rest of the way up into me, and I
screamed
. Actual tears sprung to my eyes the pain was so
not
fun. It wasn’t even so much his size as it was my lack of sexual activities in so long.

Curling his fingers in my hair, he tugged my head up from the crook of his neck and forced me to look at him. “Talk to me like that again and I
will
stab you hard with no concern about the pain I know you’re in and tryna hide.”

Before I could curse at him he captured my mouth with a swift kiss. “Now tell me, how long’s it been?”

“Why are you being so freaking annoying?” I wasn’t certain why I was so embarrassed to tell him, but I was.

“You picking a fight with me while my cock’s inside you?” His voice held disbelief.

“You’re the one who—”

“Chino!” His tone was stern and forceful, shutting me up. “How. Long?”

I dipped my head, hiding behind my hair. “Over two years.”

Tipping my face up by a finger under the chin, he kissed me softer, slower this time. “Never thought I’d hear myself say this— ridiculous really—but you’re too tight. Cockhead’s having a pounding migraine right now. I take charge, I’ll shoot in two seconds, tops. So you take charge tonight, ‘kay? Get used to the size. Acclimatize. Familiarize. Whatever the hell.”

“You have a very weird way of speaking.”

“Chino…”

I moved, raising up and then slowly easing back down, biting my lip at the stab of pain. He really was too big, and I didn’t know how this was going to work between us if we couldn’t get our sexes to get comfortable with each other and start communicating properly.

I sucked it up and began gliding up and down on his almighty shaft, and with each glide his hands squeezed my ass, as he took steady breaths in and out.

He was struggling, that much was evident. And that spurred me on to ignore the pain and ride him harder, just to revel in his facial expressions, the fact that I could reduce this big, bad rock star with an even bigger, badder dick, to steady tiny breaths.

My bravado was all it took for the pain to fade out, making room for limb-quivering pleasure to flood in. The torridity, Xavier felt it, too, because he roughly grabbed my face and glued our lips together. He reached up and palmed my breasts, alternating between kissing me and sucking my nipples. He was mad with pleasure, and the way his golden hair spilled all around him made me feel like I was riding a king.

As though he couldn’t hold out any longer, he tipped forward, lowering me on my back, and I unwrapped my legs from around him and pressed my feet to the mattress, elevating my hips, never ceasing my undulations.

He seized my legs and fixed them on his wide shoulders, then his big hands spanned my elevated waist and kept me firm as he drew out of me and slowly pressed back in, closed his eyes, dropped his head back, and told the ceiling, “goddamn perfect.”

He reopened his eyes and looked down at me watching him in his god-like state, like the silhouette of lion mounting his lioness on the top of a cliff beneath the stars and moon.

“Gonna ruin me,” he whispered, just before rearing back and doling me what I dubbed as the ‘rock star slam’. It was deep and determined and fierce and committed.

And I screamed, imploding suddenly like a swollen cloud and coming around him, unexpectedly. My inner muscles squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing his monster of a dick.

He swore, loud, as though the muscle-clenching was ferreting his orgasm out of him, and forgetting our whole “getting used to his size” arrangement, he began
stabbing
me. Uh-huh, it was in that very moment I understood his euphemism. Because I was being
stabbed,
hard and wild and unrelenting.

Gripping the sheets, I cried out in both pain and pleasure, raising my hips and offering myself like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Soon he let off a low, deep groan, announcing he was about to come, and instead of speeding up like men do when they’re about to come, he slowed down, slower and slower.

Turning his head, he kissed my left leg on his shoulder, grinding inside me, until he mumbled something unintelligible, sank his teeth into my leg with a growly noise and stiffened.

I laid there and watched him lost in his nirvana, stalwart body sheened with sweat, long blond hair still flowing down his shoulders, eyes closed, teeth sunk into my flesh—which hurt, by the way.

He was beautiful.

After a long while, he released my flesh, opened his eyes and pulled out of me, then looked down at his dick, and froze.

This prompted me to look down between us and I, too, froze.

Oh, nonononono
. We just had unprotected sex and he shot his load inside me.

Letting out a cry of distress, I shifted from beneath him and quickly scrambled off the bed, feeling his semen creep down my legs. “What the hell, Xavi?!”

He was still staring down at his semi-hard junk. “Never…never done that before.” He sounded like he was musing more to himself at the realization of what just happened, not to me. “No wonder you felt so good.”

“I find that hard to believe, slutdick rock star!” I yelled. “Considering you didn’t even think for a goddamn second to put a goddamn condom on!”

I was having a mini-freakout. This could not,
could not
happen again.

Xavier raised narrowed eyes to me. “And you did?”

Like a disillusioned heroine, I whined, “You’re the guy,
you’re
supposed to protect me.” Though, the fact of the matter was, I’d been just as irresponsible as he had.

Xavier prowled off the bed in all his lion king glory, moving toward me. “Piss in a cup biweekly for my recovery coach. Plus it’s a mandate for the band to get tested every ninety days. I’m clean, Chino.”

“Lovely,” I bit out, ignoring the icky feel of his cum running down my inner thighs, “except I’d rather contract an STD than get
knocked up
again.”

He was in my space and face now. “Not on birth control?”

Let me just say, having Xavier’s chest in your face can be very, very daunting and distracting.

“No!” I barked to his chest. “Until tonight, I’ve only ever been with
one
man. And I told you I haven’t had sex in over
two
years. Of course I’m not on goddamn birth control!”

“You only ever spread wide for one dude?”

I let out an exasperated sigh and stomped around him. “I’m gonna wash your ickiness off me now.”

“Afraid it’ll get your thighs pregnant?” he said through a stifled laugh.

“Suck my dick, Xavi.”

I heard his chuckle, and then he was right behind me, his arms around my waist, lifting me off the floor and slam-dunking me on the bed.

I halfheartedly fought, but he caught my hands and moved on top of me. “Gonna start rubbing hot pepper on your lips each time you curse me.”

“And then I’ll just kiss you,” I shot back, refusing to melt under those see-all eyes.

He licked his annoyingly sexy lips, and the rush of desire that whipped around inside me like whisk to batter couldn’t be helped. The man was just too damn hot for his own good. “And why do you think I’d let you kiss me knowing your lips would burn?”

Wiggling a little, I wrapped my legs around him, and that was all it took for him to get steel-hard again. “See how simple that was? You won’t be able to resist. You’re trapped and you know it.”