Jonesin’ had shot Ice a wicked grin and asked, “Is she good for fifty?”
Ice hid his smile and teased, “Don’t trust her for a second, man. She earned her nickname the hard way.”
With a conspiratorial wink, Jonesin’ turned back to Syn. “You’re on!”
The corpsman had walked away with some of his old confidence back even though he hadn’t won the bet that afternoon. He’d given it his best and never backed down. Syn hadn’t gone easy on him either. She had bested her own record. And Ice had ended up loving her more than he’d thought possible.
He brushed a quick kiss across her lips and climbed out of bed, fighting to hold back the declaration eager to roll off his tongue, offering his own taunt instead. “Get some rest, babe. You’re gonna need it.”
Her brow lifted. “Promises, promises.”
****
A layer of sweat coated her overheated skin. Syn shifted, kicking at the blankets. The air she breathed was thick and humid. Had the damn a/c died? She’d have to get up and turn on the ceiling fan.
No. No ceiling fans. They freaked Ice out, sounded too much like helicopters.
That thought brought her awake. Her eyes popped open as callused fingers pressed her thighs apart and a wicked tongue took a slow journey up one side of her slit, bypassing her clit, and gliding down the other. She moaned and bucked her hips in an attempt to get that tongue where it would do the most good.
Anxious to guide her lover, Syn reached for his head only to be pulled up short by whatever he’d used to tie her wrists. An attempt to wrap her legs around his shoulders had the same result.
Ice’s devilish chuckle washed over her in a cool gust of breath that failed to alleviate the intense heat blasting her core. “Sleep well, babe?”
She snorted. I only sleep good when you’re in my bed.
A contented purr vibrated against her pussy lips. Crap, had she said that aloud? Ice had a way of disintegrating her self-preservation instincts. Then she remembered why he’d gotten out of bed in the first place. “Jones okay?”
Ice’s dark head lifted, his piercing gaze meeting hers over the length of her body. “Getting there.”
She worried about the corpsman. Losing a limb was hard on any man. For a physically powerful and active SEAL, it was worse. Very few made it through the grueling initial BUD/S training. For those who did, acquired physical limitations could be devastating. But Aiden “Jonesin’” Jones was one hell of a tough, driven man. If anyone could bounce back, becoming even stronger in the process, it would be him. Still, she knew how hard it was for him each time the team deployed, leaving him behind and out of the action.
“Hey,” Ice grumbled. His lips closed around her clit and sucked, driving all thoughts of other man right out of her mind. Lips, teeth, and tongue—all were used with devastating skill, consuming her. Syn surrendered to the pleasure he wrought on her soft flesh. His hands slid under her ass, lifting her to his hungry mouth, and he shoved his tongue straight up her pussy.
She cried out as spasms rippled over the sensitive tissues, pulling at the hot tongue fucking into her over and over. Her hips bucked, and she squirmed beneath his assault as he determinedly lapped up everything she gave him then demanded more.
“Don’t hold back from me,” he grumbled.
Yeah, as if she could deny him anything.
Ice’s attention moved to her clit, his teeth capturing the small bundle of nerves. His tongue lashed her pulsing nub as two thick fingers plunged into her pussy. He said something unintelligible, generating shockwaves that vibrated all the way to her core. At the same time, his fingertips located her sweet spot.
Her thighs clamped on his head as every muscle tensed for a long suspended moment.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned.
That was all it took. Syn sailed over the precipice, carried away by colossal waves of ecstasy crashing over her. He didn’t slow down. Continued strokes of his tongue over her clit extended her orgasm almost to the point of pain, and everything else faded away.
Breath blasted from her lungs as Ice rose to his knees and hilted his cock in her still spasming pussy. Each panted breath delivered the intoxicating scent of their sex. Her muscles clenched and released as he slammed into her and pulled out. So deep, stretching her full.
Ice belonged there, pounding into her again and again without pause, fingers digging into her hips, holding her in place, his pelvic bone grinding against her clit. Thrust by punishing thrust, his hips pistoned like a well-oiled machine, battering her senses. He propelled her back up to the brink and held her there at the edge of mindless insanity.
His smoldering gaze bore into her, begging her to join him. “Again,” his raspy voice demanded. “Come for me again. Come all over me.”