Hot Ticket (Sinners on Tour 3)

“Jace.”

Another splash of hot wax. This time he traced the drop with ice. She gyrated, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her legs together and rub her clit between her swollen labia to get off.

“Hold still.”

“I’m trying.” She gasped. “This makes me want you.”

She felt him move away and heard the candle being set on the table. Ice clinked, and then he moved between her legs, spreading them wide and holding them open with his shoulders. His fingers held her labia open, and the first drop of ice-cold water struck her clit. She jerked.

“Shh. Hold still.” His words were garbled around the ice in his mouth. His aim was remarkable. Each drop struck her overstimulated clit, but sought a different pathway over her lips, opening, and ass. Drip. Drip. Drip. His sweet torture was too much to bear. She shifted her legs from his shoulders and clamped her thighs on his head. Digging her feet into his back, she pulled his face into her pu**y.

“Ah God, lick it, Jace. Suck it.”

He worked an ice cube inside her with his tongue. She shuddered.

“Fuck me, please. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me.”

He pulled her legs apart to free his head.

“I guess you aren’t ready for the entire sequence yet,” he said. “Maybe next time.”

There was more?

She heard something crinkle. A condom wrapper? Thank God he wasn’t going to leave her like this. He released her from the chain above her head. She reached for her blindfold, but he flipped her onto her stomach, shoved her face into the mattress, and entered her with one deep thrust. She cried out, an orgasm shaking her core. She rocked back to meet his deep thrusts, her juices and the melting ice dripping down her thighs. She’d never needed to be f**ked so badly in her life. And he was giving her exactly what she needed. Her wrists were still joined by the restraints, so she moved both hands between her thighs, rubbing her clit, while he pounded into her. She came again with a startled cry, trembling uncontrollably. Cool, slippery fingers massaged her anus, slipped inside. Again. Lubricating her ass. Oh, yes. She wanted it there too. Jace pulled out, and before she could protest, he spread her ass cheeks and plunged his huge c**k into her ass.

She gasped.

He hesitated. “You okay?”

She hoped her indiscernible moans sounded like agreement. He pulled back slowly. Just before he fell free, she lunged back against him, taking him deep again. “Oh God, Jace. Fuck my ass. Yes. Fuck every inch of me.”

She slid three fingers into her pu**y, her restraints limiting her motions.

“My cock’s not enough for you?” he asked, pulling her hair as he thrust into her ass relentlessly.

“More. Please, more.”

He pulled out.

“No!” she cried desperately.

He pulled her fingers out of her pu**y and replaced it with something thick, long, and cold. Some sort of phallus, with a second attachment that touched her clit. The device hummed to life, vibrating against her clit, and writhing inside her body. “Oh,” she purred.

He buried his c**k in her ass again. “Is that enough for you?”

She couldn’t respond. She was coming too hard. And screaming. She couldn’t stop screaming. She wasn’t sure how long Jace kept her like that, bucking against him, taking everything he had to give and craving more. She collapsed eventually, trembling with a mixture of fulfillment and exhaustion.

“You done?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. “Yes. Yes… thank you.”

He pulled out and removed the churning vibrator from her body. She rolled onto her side and watched him remove the condom. He was still hard. He hadn’t followed her down the road to bliss this time. She realized it was because while he had given her what she needed, she hadn’t done the same for him. He needed pain to come.

“Come here,” she murmured drowsily.

He pointed toward the exit. “I’m just going to—”

“Come here,” she demanded.

When he was within reach, she tugged him onto the bed. Flattening him on his back, she took his c**k into her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. As she pleasured his shaft with her mouth, she squeezed his balls rhythmically with her hand. The pain soon had him gasping with excitement.

“Aggie,” he whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Aggie, you’re gonna make me come.”

Well, yeah, that was the idea.

She bobbed her head faster, sucked harder, squeezed rhythmically. His unexpected, excited vocalizations started to excite her again. Two minutes ago she would have said she’d had enough orgasms in the past half hour to last her a lifetime. She was already reevaluating that analysis. Jace cried out and pulled her head away as he sputtered with release. His cum splattered over his flat belly.

She watched in confusion. “Why didn’t you let me have that?”

He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at her. “You wanted it?”

“I begged you to f**k me in the ass, Jace. That requires a fair amount of intimacy.”

“You were so turned on I could have done anything I wanted to you.”

She grinned and then laughed, remembering where she’d been only minutes before. “True.”

She settled beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers toying with the fluids on his belly. His breathing slowed and became even.

“Jace?” she whispered.

“Hmm,” he murmured drowsily.

“I think you should know that I don’t take many lovers.”

“Really? Why’s that?”

“As a rule, I don’t like men.”

“You’re a lesbian?”

She laughed. “That’s not what I meant. I’m around men all the time and see what they’re like—doesn’t do much for my libido. You, on the other hand, have me set on full throttle.”

“I’m… glad.” He snored softly as he succumbed to his exhaustion.

Aggie slapped his belly, and he grunted awake.

“I’m having a moment here,” she said.

“Sorry. What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. What are you thinking?”

“I like this—whatever this is between us.”

She grinned. “I like it too.”

“Can I sleep now?”

“For a little while. I want to see if I can take your pleasure torture longer next time.”

“You did pretty good the first time.” He stroked her hair.