Meet Your Match (Kings of the Ice)

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.

The city spread out in the window behind her, lights reflecting off the water of the Hillsborough River. And she was a piece of art against that backdrop.

I swallowed, making quick work of my shoes before my hands moved to unbuckle my belt. Maven’s gaze fell to watch me, until I had it and the button on my dress slacks unfastened. I tugged the zipper down next, and then shrugged my pants off, followed by my sports coat and button-up shirt.

I left the shirt on, open, exposing my chest and stomach with the sleeves shoved up to my elbows. My briefs were a fucking tent, cock aching to be free, but I stayed clothed as I walked over to her again.

“Are you wet?” I asked her, smoothing my thumb over her jawline.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Show me.”

She slid one hand between her legs, eyelids fluttering a bit as she swiped her finger under her thong. 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.

I used my feet to spread her knees even wider, and then held them there just in case — so she had no choice but to stay splayed.

“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 as she opened her mouth, tongue skating out to flick my tip.

I hissed at that first touch, shaking my head as her eyes smiled up at me. 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.

Maven tilted her head down a bit, angling her jaw so she could take me in without gagging. It was the most torturous, beautiful sight — her knees spread wide, nipples peaked, mouth open and ready to be fucked.

My hands found her hair, and I carefully held her to me, working myself out and then deeper inside. 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.

And she didn’t choke, didn’t gag, didn’t tap on my thighs and ask for a break.

She kept her eyes glued to mine, holding her mouth open wide, tongue gliding along the underside of my shaft. When she took me so deep I felt the tip of her tongue on my balls, I shivered, holding her there for a long moment before I pulled out completely.

A strand of saliva connected us, from her lips to my glistening cock, and Maven panted, looking up at me like she was ready for more.

“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.”

I bit back a groan, holding out my hands to help her stand. When she carefully made her way up, I framed her face, kissing her long and deep.

“That’s because I want to come in this cunt again,” I said, palming her roughly under her dress. I smiled against her lips when I felt how drenched her thong was, and I rubbed it against her before sliding it to the side with one fingertip. “I knew we could do better,” I said, slicking that finger inside her and curling it deep. “You’re fucking soaked, Maven.”

“Vince,” she pleaded, and I nipped at her bottom lip before I withdrew my finger from her pussy and smacked the side of her ass.

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

I backed up then, grinning at her as I took a seat on the couch. I spread my legs wide, wrapping my hand around my wet cock and waiting.

For a moment, she stood there slack-jawed, but then she breathed a laugh and shook her head before sliding her thumbs into the band of her thong. She slid it down her thighs and knees, letting it rest at her ankles before she grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it overhead.

Her hair fell over her shoulders when the dress was discarded, the long, thick, jet-black strands falling to cover her breasts. But as if she knew I’d ask, she pulled that hair into one hand and draped it behind her, letting me take her in.

And my God, was she a sight to behold.

I let my eyes wash over her, taking in the lines of her collarbone, the swells of her breasts, the brown pebbled peaks of her nipples. My eyes continued down the lean line of her abdomen to her lush hips, to her thighs and the way those two parts of her met in an apex and framed her pussy.

I shook my head, pumping myself. “Come here.”

I thought she looked a little shy then, her eyes falling to where she stepped out of her thong that still rested around her feet. She played with her hair as she walked to me, pulling it all over one shoulder until she stood at my knees.

I reached out a hand for her, helping her to straddle me, and then I swept her hair back again so I could view her up close.

“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.

Her hands slid up and over my chest, my shoulders, until her wrists caught the fabric of my shirt. I released my hands only long enough for her to wrangle me out of the fabric before I had her in my grasp again.

My hands wrapped nearly all the way around her waist as I lifted her up, lining myself up below her. We both inhaled a hot breath when my crown slid between her lips, and she rolled her pelvis against it, coating me, feeling me thick and hard at her entrance.

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.”

She moaned, and then her lips were on me, and she took control. Her movements were slow and savoring, her hips sinking all the way down before she’d lift them again and repeat the motion. Soon, every bit of her was moving with the pace, her back arching, body rolling, head flung back in ecstasy.

“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 took control then, leaning up to wrap one arm around her while the other hand slid into her hair. I held her to me for a bruising kiss, and then started to pump my hips underneath her, meeting her thrust for thrust.

“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.

When she was satiated, she melted into me, falling completely lax. Her breaths were hard and shallow, her forehead against mine.

“Need a break?” I asked, slowly withdrawing before I flexed deep inside her again.

“Please. I’ve got more stamina than you and your whole team, Tanev.”

I barked out a laugh, flipping her into the couch cushions. She landed with a puff of the down feathers, her hair splaying out under her as she smiled up at me with tired, sated eyes.

“Let’s test that theory,” I said, and then I stood on my knees, hiking one of her legs up onto my shoulder and then the other.

I kissed the inside of each of her ankles, positioning myself at her entrance again before my hands found the arm of the couch above her head. I nearly bent her in half when I did, her knees lining up on either side of her jaw. Her legs stayed fixed on my shoulders, and I grinned in appreciation as I just barely pressed inside her.

“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 her mouth in a passionate kiss as I flexed all the way inside. 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.

My lips claimed hers, cock driving in and out as her ankles balanced on my shoulders. Her fists held tight to the cushion underneath her, grounding her, until I was fucking her so hard she had no choice but to hold onto me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, nails digging into my back as I hissed and drove deeper.

“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 searing numbness took over me. 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 and leaving it there between her legs.

She went to release her ankles, but I snapped my fingers to stop her.

“Spread your legs,” I said.

Her shyness was back, her cheeks flaming, but she did as I said, slowly spreading her legs until she was on that couch in a straddle, the V of her legs pointed up to the sky.

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

She whimpered, and I loved that sound — because it affirmed that she wanted that dirty talk as much as I needed to give it. With her hands wrapped around her ankles, I watched as her walls clenched and opened, again and again until my seed streamed out of her pussy and down the crease of her ass.

“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.

Her eyes widened a bit, but she didn’t stop me. With my heart racing and my cock already growing hard again, 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.”

A little mewl escaped her when I pulled my finger completely out, and she leaned up onto her elbows to watch as I wrapped my fist around my cock and lifted her hips until I could press myself against that forbidden entrance.

“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 no idea if it was her first time, but I knew anal needed to be taken slowly, carefully. I wanted her to love it as much as I did.

When she flexed her hips, giving me the sign she was ready, I pressed in more, taking my time, both of us breathing hard where we watched me disappear inside her. It was centimeter by centimeter, a slow stretching that had us both crossing our eyes in ecstasy.

“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 breathed, closing her eyes and falling back against the couch cushions. Her other hand shot down to join the first, one circling her clit as the other slid inside her pussy.

“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. She was stuffed as I held her legs open, driving in and out, sweat slicking my forehead. I felt another orgasm building, and the sensation nearly knocked me on my ass. I hadn’t come twice in one night since I was a fucking horny teenager, and that had been just me and my hand.

This was Maven King destroying me for all other women.

When she started writhing, bucking her hips and crying out, I picked up my pace, matching hers, and I was finally all the way in her. Driving, stretching, feeling her hugging every inch of me.

“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.

And as if I couldn’t be any more turned on, Maven dragged her finger through the line I’d left, and then sucked that finger dry.

“Good God,” I said, finally collapsing. I savored the giggle Maven let out when I fell on top of her, our bodies slick and heaving.

After a moment, I pressed up onto my elbows, tenderly sweeping her hair out of her face. “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 said, and I pushed up so she could look into my eyes, so she could see that 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,” she confessed, her skin heating against mine with the admission. “It felt… different. The orgasm. Like… deeper, somehow. I can’t believe I came like that.”

“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 tonight.”

“We both need to clean up first,” she said on a laugh.

I paused at that, noting where we stuck together with a smile. “Fair point.”

Then, I stood, hauling her up into my arms as she laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck to hold on.

I carried her to the shower, dropping her only long enough for her to put a cap around her hair. When we were both inside, the hot water streaming down our backs, we were silent, each of us washing the other and stealing kisses in-between.

I lathered her body with soap, washing every inch, careful when I slid a cloth between her thighs and gently cleaned her there, too.

But when we were rinsed, I didn’t turn off the water, didn’t let her reach for one of the towels we’d laid out.

Instead, I knelt in front of her, hiking one thigh onto my shoulder and leaning her against the wall for my first taste of the night.