“Yes!” I encourage, rolling my hips against him, practically begging to be filled. But he just pops off one nipple and moves to the other, teasingly slow.
“You’re pure evil,” I accuse on another moan as his mouth sends all kinds of delectable sensations right to my vagina.
“Mmm,” he hums as he kisses up my throat. “And don’t you forget it.”
His tongue continues to play.
The cold temperature of his mouth as he licks and slurps and sucks makes me start writhing and whining, talking incomprehensibly.
Finally, Iceman comes up for air, searing my mouth with a kiss that somehow melts me despite how cold he is. “Are you ready for me, Maverick?” he asks, his tone husky.
I nod vigorously, somehow shaking my whole body with the movement so that even my breasts bounce in the affirmative. He chuckles, capturing the heavy, aching, sensitive mounds and kneading them gently before he reaches down between us to grip his turgid cock. The head is slightly darker blue than the rest of it, and even though he just came down my mouth, there’s already precum dampening the tip.
He slicks himself up by rubbing himself over my lips, letting my juices coat him. Even that feels so good, and another needy whine crawls from my throat.
Looking into my eyes, Iceman positions himself and starts pushing in. Slowly.
My breath hitches, and I go still as I feel him feed himself into my body inch by delicious inch. He firmly and steadily makes sure I feel every part of him as he fills me up more and more.
His smooth, unhurried thrust finishes as he buries himself to the hilt, but the moment he does, he doesn’t sit there for me to acclimate like I thought he would. Instead, he catches me by surprise and immediately pulls back out before feeding himself into me all over again. But this time, he’s colder. Noticeably so.
He does this again.
And again.
And again.
Every single stroke is as unfaltering as the last, no slower, no faster. The control this must take him to not pound into me must be difficult—I can tell how much he’s restraining himself by the grit of his teeth. Knowing that he has that sort of dominance not just over me, but over himself, thrills me for some reason.
“Oh, God…”
With a firm hand on my hips, he angles me up and keeps on with his maddening pace, while I squirm and pant, my hips trying to jerk down to take him faster.
He’s going to make me go crazy. I’m a frozen puddle of want, his icy cock melting my hot, aching pussy and leaving me caught on the cusp of spiking pleasure.
“Raf,” I finally snap, because I just can’t take it anymore.
His eyes drag up from my pussy to my face. “Was that a mad Raf or a very, very happy Raf?” he teases.
“Come on,” I mewl, not even recognizing my own voice.
“I’ve got you,” he says, and then he starts fucking me.
Really fucking me.
My head thrashes from side to side, because his dick is hitting the perfect angle, and I’m so wet that I’m squelching around him. And somehow, going from slow to fast, his cock turning colder and colder with every thrust, it’s made me impossibly hot, like my cunt is trying to implement some climate control and make itself hotter for him to enjoy. I feel like I could look down and see steam coming off my pussy, every time he pushes his frozen cock in deeper.
“Fuck, Delta,” he hisses, and I want to say, I know, right? But I’m too lost in the feel of him.
“Don’t stop…” I tell him because I’m so fucking close…
“Ah, shit, you guys started without us?”
The sound of Crux’s voice makes my eyes pop open and widen as Iceman and I both freeze at the sight of him and Echo, who both just appeared in the bedroom.
When Iceman sees it’s just them, he simply turns back around and keeps fucking me. “Shit!” I curse, gripping the sheets in my fists.
“Mind if we join in there, Raf? It looks like her hands need something to hold onto.”
Iceman thrusts into me so hard that my head nearly knocks into the headboard before he looks down at me, slowing down slightly. “You want to have your hands occupied, Maverick?” he asks.
“Fuck, it’s happening…” I say in answer, as I immediately reach out my hands like I’m waiting impatiently for a hand job handout.