Melting Ice(9)

Walking on his knees, he advanced until he reached her shoulders then leaned forward, brushing the damp tip over her kiss-swollen lips. “You want it here?”

In response, Syn sucked his crown into the wet warmth of her mouth, swirled her tongue around the ridge, probed the slit, and tickled the sensitive underside. Fisting the base of his shaft, he threw back his head, and a strangled sound erupted from his throat. Christ, she had such a talented mouth.

He glanced down at her hollowed out cheeks as she sucked hard, attempting to draw in more than he gave. Too bad he had other plans and he’d have to deny her.

As he pulled back, she attempted to follow, straining her neck. His cock left her mouth with an audible pop. Syn’s look of utter disappointment almost made him cave in and give her what she wanted. Feeding her his throbbing dick and letting her suck him off would have been so easy and felt incredible, but she’d pushed him too far for easy.

Instead, he scooted back and settled his shaft into her generous cleavage, cupped the sides of her breasts and pressed them together. “How about here? Is this where you want my cock?”

Her saliva coating him eased the way as he thrust, enjoying the lewd sight of his ruddy crown popping up between her beautiful tits with each forward drive. He could come all over her chest then rub his cum into her satiny skin, marking her with his scent. But the possessive act would satisfy him on a base level only. They both had to have more.

Scooting farther down the bed, he lifted her long, slender legs, pressing them against her chest, which canted her pelvis in the perfect position to pound every throbbing inch of his cock into her tight cunt. Simply looking at the swollen pink folds glistening with her juices drove him crazy. An animalistic rumble started low in his chest, reverberated through his throat and erupted as a rough howl.

He rubbed his shaft in her abundant cream, coating himself with her essence and lined the helmeted crown at her fluttering entrance. Ice took a deep breath, closed his eyes—

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

The shrill summons from the pager attached to the waistband of the jeans still hugging his hips had a stream of virulent curses pouring from his lips. Not wanting to see the look on her face, Ice stared down at the point where his cock, notched at the gates of heaven, shuddered and started to deflate.

Only four more months.

The mantra echoed in his head as he released Syn’s legs and grabbed his electronic leash. As he scanned the readout, his curses became more creative and vile. He finally met Syn’s eyes, not surprised to see the green orbs had turned cold as she shook her head.

“If you are going wheels up don’t untie me. I have no desire to end up behind bars for assaulting a SEAL.”

Ice sighed, closed his eyes, and counted to ten, adding another ten for good measure. It didn’t help, frustration still raged within him.

He opened his eyes to the erotic sight of Syn tied up and desperate to be fucked. The temptation to ignore the summons was nearly irrepressible, but he couldn’t. Not this message. One of his guys was down and needed an evac. A SEAL never left a man down.

After tucking his wilted cock back into his jeans, Ice reached up and untied Syn’s wrists. “No, babe. Not wheels up. It’s Jonesin’.” And his former team member had picked Ice to call. No way would he let the man down.

Her entire demeanor changed. Syn sat up, stared deep into his eyes for a moment and shoved him. “Then get your ass moving, sailor.”

She’d always had a soft spot for the team’s corpsman. When Jonesin’ had come back after long months of therapy with half his leg gone, replaced by a prosthetic, she hadn’t treated him with pity or as if he’d lost a damn thing. She’d walked right up to him, looped her arm through his, headed toward the waiting boat, and reignited their long-standing waterskiing competition.

“Don’t think you’re getting any special credit for going up on only one ski. Hell no. Same rules apply, Jonesin’,” she’d sneered. “You’ve got to stay up longer than me if you want a shot at taking my twenty bucks.”

Ice’s heart had done backflips in his chest as Jonesin’ stood a bit taller and some of the tension eased out of his shoulders. Regardless that he’d yet to attempt skiing with only one good leg, he took her challenge and upped the ante.

“Twenty bucks, ha. Those were last year’s rates. The stakes are higher now, Synful. Gonna cost you double to watch me last at least ten seconds longer than you do.”

She’d arched her brow and pushed for more. “Hell, why not make this really interesting. Stay up fifteen seconds longer than me, and I’ll make it fifty.”