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

by Kandi Steiner

“Squeeze your pussy, baby,” I said, taking in her sweat-slicked body. “I want to see my cum dripping out of you.”

“Fucking hell, Maven,” I said, hovering over her again. I reached down and slid my finger inside her, pushing my cum back in. Then, I kept my eyes on hers and added a second finger, curling it deep. She bucked against the touch, and this time, when I withdrew my fingers, I slicked them in my cum and lubed her ass with my release.

I slid my finger inside her ass, slow and steady, careful not to stretch her too quickly.

Maven’s legs shook so violently I thought she’d fall off the couch, her eyes rolling shut. “Oh, my God.” I worked her slowly, fucking her ass with my middle finger and watching her pussy clench like it wanted to be filled, too. “I want to fuck this ass,” I husked. “Now?” “Right now.”

“Touch yourself, baby,” I said, guiding her hand to her clit. She started circling slowly, her eyes still rapt where they watched as I slicked the head of my cock with the mixture of her release and mine. I made sure she and I were both slick before I pressed, opening her just half an inch. “Oh,” she cried, circling faster. I paused there, letting her play with herself and adjust to the feeling. I had

but I knew anal needed to be taken slowly, carefully. I wanted her to love it as much as I did.

“This feels fucking incredible,” I told her, sliding out and back in just a little. She tightened around me, and I groaned. “So fucking tight.” “Yes,” she

“Goddamn, Maven,” I praised, pulling out and sliding back in. I was more than halfway now. “You’re going to make me cum again.” “Yes.” It was the only word she had, and it echoed as she fucked her pussy with two fingers, circling her clit with the opposite hand as I filled her ass.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuckkk,” she dragged out, pinning her lip between her teeth. I felt the moment she came again, her walls tightening around me and driving me to tumble over the edge with her.

I had to fight to keep upright, to let her work the rest of her release while I spilled inside that tight ass. The sight of her falling apart at the same time made my climax feel even more powerful than the first, and when she was done, I carefully pulled out, pulsing out the last of my release on her stomach. My cock jumped even after I’d released my hold on it, cum dripping out and landing on her lean muscles.

“Was that your first time?” I didn’t have to clarify. Maven smiled shyly, nodding. “Fuck.” I kissed her then, framing her face and holding her to me. “Thank you.” “For letting you fuck my ass?” she asked on a laugh. “For trusting me to,”

I cherished the fact that I got to touch her, taste her, fuck her. “Did you like it?” She drew a line down my chest. “It was really hot,”

“It felt… different. The orgasm. Like… deeper, somehow. I can’t belie...

“I think I’m keen to make you come again,” I said, kissing along her collarbone before sucking one of her nipples between my teeth. “I have yet to taste you ...

we’re going to do this, I don’t want you to have sex with anyone else. And I won’t either.” “Damn fucking straight, you won’t.”

just want us to be safe.”

“If that’s what you want,” he finally said. My heart cracked.

“It is,” I lied. He nodded. “I can be your dirty little secret, Maven.”

“How about you sit this pretty pussy on my face,” he mused, reaching down to slip a hand between my legs. “And show off that lack of gag reflex you teased me with last night.” “Is this your proposal to sixty-nine, Vince Tanev?” He slid a fingertip inside me, and I bit my lip, rolling into the touch. “Oh wait,” he said, withdrawing. “I forgot. You’re too sore. Maybe we should—”

I kissed him silent, rolling until I was on top of him and crawling up to straddle that sexy scruff around his smile.

I’m gladly under your spell.”

“Woman,” he said when he pulled back, his eyes taking in the full sight of me. “You’re wearing my jersey.” “I am.” He shook his head, fisting his hands in the fabric as his eyes grew hungrier. “This makes me fucking feral, Mave.” “I thought it might be good luck,”

“Letting you win a bet the night before we go to Canada.” He wet his lips. “I did bet that I’d have you in this one day, didn’t I? Past Me was a genius.” “Maybe it can be a new tradition,”

“Me wearing your jersey to the games.” His nostrils flared, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my neck and bring me into him. “Car...

I sighed when his fingertips slid under the fabric, my head falling back against his chest, eyes closing.

“You’re making a mess,” he mused in my ear before kissing behind it, and I peered my eyes open long enough to see where the clay had begun to warp and spray again. I flicked the machine off, twisting in his arms to straddle him. “So are you,” I said. “Of your panties?” “I’m not wearing any.”

“So there’s nothing undern...

Vince tugged me back into his lap and caught me in a rough kiss, our teeth clashing when he did. He held me steady with one hand as the other reached down and placed the tip of his cock against my opening, and he pulled my hips down at the same time he flexed hard, filling me with brute precision that made me gasp and see stars. “Oh, fuck, Maven,”

“I love the way you feel. Every single

time.” He shook his head like he was in disbelief. “I’ll never get enough of this, of you.”

My climax built furiously fast, and I tossed my head back, moaning and bouncing in his lap. Deftly, I felt his hand wrap around my throat, and he squeezed with just enough pressure to make my vision go dark and heighten all my other senses. “Open your mouth,” he said, and when I did, he slicked his fingers inside.

“Yes,” I breathed. Vince smirked against my neck, answering my plea with one smooth plummet of his middle finger deep inside me.

moaned his name as I came, and with a groan, he followed. I felt him spill inside me, and it only made me come harder, made the orgasm echo like that was the key to unlocking a series of aftershocks.

“Vince,” I warned. He only held me tighter, and when I closed my eyes, he smacked my ass. “Look at me.” When I did, he shook his head, rolling his lips together as he started to fuck me faster. “What have you done to me?”

He whispered the words so low I thought I might have misheard them, and then he was kissing me so hard it hurt.

“Sorry about that,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck with a smile. “They can be a lot.” “They’re lovely,” she whispered. And then her eyes welled with tears.

“Stop,” she pleaded, the word croaking out like it pained her. “Tell me how to help.” “Stop looking at me like that, stop touching me, stop…” She buried her face in her hands. I didn’t dare reach for her again.

can’t do stuff like this, Vince,” she whispered, licking the tears from her lips. “Because when we do, I… I feel like…”

“You feel like what, Maven?” I asked, nostrils flaring as I took a step toward her. “Like I love you?”

“Like I am compelled by you, by everything that you are, by how you have annihilated whatever version of my life existed before you?” “Don’t,” she whispered, but I couldn’t stop now.

“Do you feel me holding on tighter every time you’re in my arms? Do you feel time slipping away too fast when we’re together?” My

“Do you feel my heart fucking breaking at the thought of losing you? Is that what you feel, Maven?” Her chin wobbled, two silent tears streaking down her cheeks.

“Like I want to believe you,” she admitted softly. Hope flittered through my ribcage. “And like I’d end up broken if I actually did.”

“But Vince? He… he could kill me.” “Or he could bring you back to life.”

“Good job, bitch,” she said, smacking my butt. “Now, get your shit together, get your pretty ass dressed, and go. Get. Your. Man.”

Her smile was soft and tentative, and she shrugged, looking down at the jersey before she caught my eyes again. She was here. She was mine.

“You’re here,” I whispered against her lips, breaking the kiss only long enough to say them before I was claiming her again. “I’m here.” She gripped my damp hair in her hands, pressing her forehead to mine. “I’m so sorry, Vince. I’m sorry I ran. I’m sorry I’m like this.” “Stop.” I shook my head, kissing her silent. “It’s not your fault. And for the record, I still want to murder that piece of shit for making you feel this way.” “Don’t worry, I beat you to it.”

“You killed him? Shit,” I said, looking around and holding her head to my chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t pull stunts that will have you all over national television right now.”

“I killed the hold he still had on me,” she said. “I killed the fear.” “I’m a little scared, too, you know.” “Wrap it up, Tanev!”

“You?” She laughed. “Why?” “Because I’ve never felt this way for anyone,” I confessed, thumbing her jaw. “I’ve been fucking sick, Mave. I’ve been numb. You see these marks?”