Ice moved away from her. “Just tell us what part of the store they’re in and we’ll find them. That’s half the fun.” Deliberately, he bent his head and brushed a kiss across Soleil’s mouth. “Isn’t it, princess?”
She nodded, shocked that he didn’t flirt back with the owner. She was tall and beautiful. Very elegant. Ice didn’t so much as glance at her. He was most definitely wholly focused on Soleil. She couldn’t help but feel beautiful and sexy. No one had ever done that for her before. Her money was a draw, but never her as a woman. Ice made her so happy.
She went with him in the direction the owner had indicated, and when she glanced back, Alena was tugging Diana toward the back room. The dresses were toward the front of the store, framed by the windows but back away across the aisle. There were few lights on and those were dim, as the boutique was officially closed. The lights that were on shone on the couture dresses, and Soleil was shocked at the designers represented.
“Ice, these dresses cost a fortune.”
“Baby, didn’t I tell you not to worry about money tonight? We have an agreement. I like a couple of these. That one there. What do you think about it? It looks your size. Alena said if it needed alterations, Diana could do them.” He indicated a dress with white open lace over a silken black slip. It was gorgeous. And pricey.
She moistened her lips but didn’t speak.
“Or this one. It would suit you as well. It’s about the same length, formfitting and sexy as hell. This one is my favorite.”
Like the other dress, this one was white, but one side was completely made up of peekaboo fabric, small diamonds cut out of the material to show skin from shoulder to ankle on one side. The chiffon wrap on the other side covered one breast and wrapped around the waist, colliding with the peekaboo fabric. The slit up the front was wide and bold, with the chiffon dropping to the floor on either side. Concealed beneath the chiffon were panties made of the peekaboo material, so the diamonds showed beneath the dramatic slit when she walked.
“I could push my fingers right through that fabric and keep you wet for me all night,” he whispered wickedly.
“Ice, I love it, but it’s too—”
“That’s it, woman. I told you not to bring up money again.” His hands dropped to his jeans and he opened them, sliding them off his hips easily so that his cock sprang free.
They were in front of a long storefront window, one that showcased the couture gowns. The light was dim in the store, but the streetlight seemed to shine right on him. She gasped, staring at his cock. He was gorgeous. That particular part of him went with his amazing good looks. It was hard and thick, standing straight up, and he looked so casual and at ease standing there, waiting. He was . . . beautiful.
She just stared until he caught her by the shoulders and pushed her to the floor, right there, in front of the couture gowns. “Use your mouth for something better than arguing with me, woman.”
Soleil was shocked at the way her body went hot and slick at the idea of getting him off there in the store with the owner just a small distance away. He was larger than she’d expected, but she wanted him in her mouth. She wanted the taste of him on her tongue.
She rubbed her hand up his thigh. “I’ve wanted this ever since I first laid eyes on you.” Which was pretty much the truth. This was her chance to give him something back for all the wonderful things he’d given her.
He widened his stance and bunched her hair in his fist. “We don’t have all night, baby, so get to work. If you don’t want me to blow my load all over these dresses, you’d better swallow me down fast. The sight of you on your knees is fuckin’ sexy.”
He made her feel sexy. He made her feel beautiful and—his. She couldn’t help but be turned on by the way he just touched her whenever he wanted to, almost as if he had to. She loved the demand in his voice and the way, when she looked up at him, his eyes were so blue, so amazing, and so filled with lust.
“You’re incredibly beautiful, you know that?” She couldn’t help the awe in her voice.
She cupped his balls in her palms and rolled them, hungrily watching his cock as it jerked in appreciation. She licked up and over his balls, loving the velvety feel of them. He was hot and definitely needed her attention. He was leaking pearly drops and she couldn’t resist licking them off and then sliding her mouth over the broad crown. He tasted good. Like addictive good.
“Your cock is amazing,” she whispered.
“Glad you appreciate it, princess. I’d appreciate you using your mouth to get me off. I’m about to embarrass myself.”
She slid her mouth over him again, feeling him stretch her lips, his weight on her tongue. His cock was scorching hot, and unexpectedly heavy. She used her tongue to map him out, so she’d always remember him. That was important to her. She traced the heavy vein and flicked under the broad head, while she tried to take him deeper. That didn’t work out, so she jacked him with her mouth, sliding him in and out while her tongue lashed and danced. She had to get him wetter, and her lips needed to stretch wider. She wanted time with him. Days and nights until she could take all of him. The wetter she got him and her lips, the more of him she could take.
“You love that, don’t you, baby?” His hands fisted in her hair. “I can tell.”
Her eyes met his, but she didn’t stop. She did love it because it was him and he’d been so generous, getting her off twice, teaching her that she could actually have a real orgasm. Treating her as if she was someone special. Yeah, she loved having his cock in her mouth. He smelled good. He tasted good, and his cock was amazing.
He began to move, thrusting gently, filling her mouth, pushing her limit just a little. She worked for him. Determined. She found it sexy as hell to have him looking down at her with those crystal blue eyes, eyes that seemed cold but now had blue flames burning so hot she thought she might actually explode. Was it possible to have an orgasm while giving a man a blow job?
“What’s going on back here?” the owner’s strident voice demanded.
Soleil made a move to pull back, but Ice held her head firm, thrusting faster now. “No, baby, get me the fuck off, I’m so close.” He practically groaned the words.
Her gaze shifted just for a moment. She could hear heels clicking toward them. Outside a man passing by paused and tried to peer in. She was aware of both. Her body clenched hard in reaction. Grew hotter. Her breasts ached. She really was close to orgasm again.
“Don’t you fuckin’ stop. Your mouth is making this fuckin’ for real.”
She didn’t know what that meant, but Ice’s voice was hoarse. Raw. His grip in her hair made her scalp ache and her sex pulse. His cock seemed to swell and grow hotter. His thrusts went deeper, almost to the point that she gagged, but not quite. She didn’t stop because Ice mattered. Not some woman who had already judged her and she’d never see again. Not someone outside a window who couldn’t see her face. They didn’t matter to her. Only Ice. He mattered. His pleasure. Making him feel as good as she could. She wanted this for him. She would give this to him anywhere. If he needed, if he wanted, she would provide it for him, and she could tell, right then, it was a need.