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

by Kandi Steiner

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” she panted between breaths, and she turned to face me, leaning her back against the mirror. She smiled. I smiled. And then she laughed, shaking her head as she started to right herself. “I told you.” “Told me what?”

“That I’d have you in my bed soon.” She looked around with an arched brow. “I didn’t realize you slept in the weight room.”

“Put these on, and walk home with my cum dripping out of you. I want you to feel a reminder of what just happened with every fucking step.” Her lips parted, eyes wide.

“I promise… the next time I touch you?” I hooked my thumb over her bottom teeth, swiping her tongue and prying her mouth open. “You’ll be begging me to.”

“Vince! Do not keep that tape.” I held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.” “I mean it. You better destroy it.” I just laughed again as I kicked the door open and made my way toward security. We both knew there was no chance in hell I’d be doing that.

Because I wanted to trust him. I wanted to spend my time with him. I wanted him to look at me, to touch me, to say I was his girl — even though I screamed at him when he actually did that.

He smirked, his face already swelling, the blood leaking down into his teeth.

“Hey, I’m good,” he said, pulling off a glove. He tapped my chin with his knuckles. “I’m good.”

I thought I nodded, thought the next breath came maybe a little bit easier. Then he was being toted back to the locker room, and I allowed myself one...

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you might be worried about me, Maven King.”

elicited from her on that bench, of her breasts spilling over that dress, of spreading her ass when I took her against that mirror. My cock twitched at the memory, and I cleared my throat, sitting up a bit on the couch. We were in my suite, the lights low, television quietly filling the background with sports highlights — including the nasty high-sticking that split my skin tonight.

by the way, I forgot to ask… how was your walk home from the gym last week?” Maven’s face slackened as my grin grew. “I know it was a bit… hot that night. Humid. Things can get a little… sticky.” Her mouth popped open for just a moment before she scoffed and turned on her heel.

“Did it rain?” I called behind her, arms resting on the back of the couch as I watched her go. “I heard things were a little wet.” “Goodbye.”

Maven was mine. She knew it as much as I did. But she was hell bent on pretending otherwise. Fine. Two could play that game.

“You’re not disgusted,” he challenged. “You’re mad. You’re jealous.” I scoffed. “I am not—” “You are. I know because I felt the same way when I saw you cuddled up in a booth with Brittzy.”

Goddamnit, woman.”

don’t want to do this,” he choked, Adam’s apple bobbing hard with the admission. “I don’t want to play these fucking games with you. I don’t want to be in pain when I see you with one of my teammates because I don’t have the assurance that you’re mine, and I don’t want to try to make you jealous with some random fucking girl I don’t even know. This isn’t who I am, but it’s who you make me because I’m fucking crazy for you.”

thought I could be patient,” he said, his breath warm on my lips. “I thought I could wait it out, wait you out, but I can’t.” He pulled back, but held me close to him as his fingers splayed over my neck. He lifted that hand until his thumb could run the length of my bottom lip,

gasped and let my head fall back against the wall. “Look at me,” he husked.

“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,

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

“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.”

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

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.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“Spread your legs.” Her nostrils flared as she did. “Wider.”

“Pull those perfect tits out of that dress.”

“Are you wet?” I asked her, smoothing my thumb over her jawline. “Yes,” she breathed. “Show me.”

When she pulled it out again and showed me her glistening fingertips, I bit my lip at the sight. “We can do better than that,” I said, and then I pulled my briefs off, kicking them to the side. I palmed myself, wrapping my fist around my cock and smoothing it with two slow pumps. Maven

practically salivated when I did, her thigh muscles activating like she wanted to clench her legs together.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, pet.” “Say please.” My eyebrows shot into my hairline at how quickly she combatted my request, and with a short laugh barreling out of my chest, I held my cock at the seam of her lips. “Please,” I said with a smirk. Her eyes glittered with amusement

But she held her mouth open, and I slicked the crown of me with her tongue before dipping my cock inside her mouth just an inch. “Fuck,” I groaned, every nerve in me firing to life at the feel of her wet heat. I withdrew, running my head over her bottom lip before I pressed inside again, this time a bit deeper.

Each time she made room for another centimeter of me, I groaned my approval, flexing my hips and watching my cock disappear between her lips.

“Eyes on me, baby,” I said, and when she looked up at me with teary vision, I cursed. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Watch me while I fuck your mouth.” She moaned around me, which made me see stars, and I held onto the back of her head and picked up my pace. I slid in over and and over, deeper and deeper, until she had all of me inside her.

“You wicked thing,” I said, smoothing my thumb over her wet bottom lip. “You’re far too good at that.” “Apparently not,” she said, still breathing hard. “I don’t have your cum down my throat.”

“That’s because I want to come in this cunt again,”

“You’re fucking soaked, Maven.” “Vince,”

“Strip for me,” I said against her mouth. “I want to see my girl.”

“You are sensational,” I whispered, letting my hands rove over her. Chills erupted everywhere my fingertips touched, and I smiled as they did, loving that I had that effect on her.

hands found my shoulders, and then I pulled her down, inch by blissful inch, until she was sitting on my cock and shivering at the fullness. “God, Vince,” she said, nails digging into my shoulders as she lifted and slid back down. “You feel so good.” “This is all I’ve thought about since that night at the gym,” I told her, groaning as I filled her once more. “You and this magnificent mouth and this perfect pussy.”

“You look so pretty riding my cock,” I praised her, palming her breasts and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingertips. She cried out when I did, body erupting in chills again. “So fucking pretty.” She spread herself even wider at those words, and her movement became erratic, her hips not able to grind as fast as she needed me. I

“Fuck,” she cursed, trembling, clawing. “Fuck, Vince, I—” Her words melted into a symphony of moans, and I helped her ride out her orgasm, eating up every cry she let out with eager kisses. I wanted to capture them all, to keep them forever. I earned those fucking moans. They were more priceless than any goal I’d ever scored.

“I didn’t know you were so flexible,” I mused, hips thrusting until I entered her another inch. “You didn’t know I don’t have a gag reflex, either,” she clipped. “Tonight is full of surprises.” I smiled wider, leaning down to capture

She sucked in a breath when I did, and I held myself there, deep enough to leave a permanent mark as her legs shook around me. Then, slowly, I found my pace.

“Grab your ankles,” I groaned when I was close, and when she did, I moaned her name and filled her, pumping out my release as a

Maven’s pussy was the kind that hugged you until every drop was spilled, and I rode out that feeling of ecstasy with my toes curling until I was empty.

Slowly, I pulled out of her, but not before I made sure to pump myself completely dry one last time, squeezing out another drop of cum ...

“Spread your legs,” I said.