Meet Your Match (Kings of the Ice, #1)(65)

In the next breath, that hand was up and under my dress, cupping me as I gasped and let my head fall back against the wall.

“Look at me,” he husked.

It took all my effort to do what he said, to look into his eyes as he rubbed his palm up and then down, slowly firing me to life like only he could. I wanted to fight it, and I didn’t even know why. I wanted to clamp my knees together and walk away and tell him to go fuck himself.

But my body was a traitor, and I felt myself spread for him — thighs opening, beckoning for more.

The corner of his mouth twitched, the small smile of victory.

“There’s my girl,” he said, toying with the seam of my panties. My eyelids fluttered, but I kept my focus on him, on where his eyes were dancing more and more as I let him in. “There’s my fucking girl.”

When he teased me with just the tip of one finger brushing through my wetness, I sighed, his name rolling off my tongue without permission.

“Vince.”

“What is it, pet? What do you want to say?”

I rolled my lips together, fighting against the full body tremor that racked through me when he palmed me again, harder this time, rubbing me with the friction needed to start the fire I wasn’t sure ever stopped burning from the first night he touched me.

I whimpered, melting into him, and he took my weight greedily.

“Say it,” he whispered in my ear, his fingers toying with me under my dress, tuning me like an instrument only he could play.

“Please.”

The word leaked out of me like air from a dying balloon, and the smile on Vince’s lips curled up even more.

“Please what.”

“Touch me,” I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck as I mounted him. “Take me.”

He captured that plea with a passionate, demanding kiss, one that stole my breath and what was left of my resolve all at once. His tongue met mine, his hands holding my ass as I writhed against him, desperate for that friction he’d given me with his hand.

The rubber band snapped.

I was off the wall before I could register it, Vince still kissing me hard as he swiped my bag from the floor and carried both it and me down the hall.

“I told you so,” he grumbled against my lips.

“Excuse me?”

He bit my lip, sucking it between his teeth on a grin. “That the next time I touched you, you’d be begging me to.”

I didn’t have time to scoff or pin him with a remark of my own before he set me on my feet in front of my door, digging through my bag until he found the ring of keys I’d thrown in there.

“Unlock that door,” he said, dangling them between us before he dropped them into my hand. “And then get on your fucking knees.”





Say Please



Vince



She was such a good fucking girl.

As soon as the door was unlocked, Maven shoved through it, pulling me in with her. I slung her bag into the corner of the foyer, following where she led me into her living room.

Then, she released my hand, and dropped to her knees just like I’d asked.

It was my first time in her place, one that looked so much like mine, and then again, nothing like it. Hers was smaller, bland, filled with furniture and artwork that was no reflection of who she was. I made a mental note to ask her to take me home — to her real home — as soon as possible.

But for tonight, I had more pressing matters to attend to.

“For the record,” she said, her ass balanced on her heels, knees against the hardwood floor. “Me talking to your teammate is not the same as you having a girl grinding on your lap.”

I smirked, widening my stance as I folded my arms and stared down at where she knelt. “If you want to demand something, Maven, just say it.”

Her eyes flicked between mine. “You’re not mine to command.”

“No?” I asked, tilting my head. Then, I walked slowly to where she was, tilting her chin with my knuckles so she looked up at me. “Don’t let another man touch you unless you have my permission. I don’t care if you’re just friends.”

Her eyelids fluttered a bit, and I arched a brow, waiting.

“Don’t touch another woman,” she said carefully, quietly.

“What was that?”

“Don’t touch another woman,” she said, louder, eyes on mine. “And don’t let another woman touch you.”

My smile climbed, her steely command making my cock twitch. I leaned down, taking her chin in my hand and kissing those sweet words left hanging on her lips. When I released her, I stood tall again.

“As you wish. Now, pull your dress up to your hips.”

I saw it, the moment her breathing intensified, the moment the rules were laid out and it was time to play again. Her lids fluttered as she slowly folded her fingertips into the fabric at her waist, scrunching it up little by little until it popped over her ass and settled there, ruched at her hips.

“Spread your legs.”

Her nostrils flared as she did.

“Wider.”

Again, she obeyed, feet together under her ass and knees spread wide. I could see the brown fabric of her thong, how it blended with her skin.

“Pull those perfect tits out of that dress.”

With her eyes still on me, she slid the thin strap off one of her shoulders, and then the next, peeling the fabric down until her breasts tumbled out. She didn’t have a bra on underneath, and my cock hardened to stone at the sight of her.