It felt like his entire body was quivering, overwhelmed by sensations and experiences he’d never anticipated. Never prepared for. The ice in his ass had fully melted while he’d been eating her out, cold liquid trickling down his crack and onto the carpet beneath him. That might have made him feel odd and uncomfortable, but he’d been far too distracted by the aching need in his cock and balls, Olivia’s gloriously naked form, and the sweet scent and taste of her pussy.

The image of her rocking above him, breasts jiggling, pale pink nipples bobbing, arched in ecstasy, was going to be burned on his brain. Since he’d met her, it felt like he was constantly garnering new material for his fantasies.

When Olivia knelt down in her previous position again, his entire lower body throbbed in need.

“Hands behind your head,” she reminded him in a murmur, running her own hand appreciatively down his stomach, her arm brushing against his cock. Fuck it felt like his balls were going to explode.

Gentle fingers stroked... pulled... and then the rubber band was off of his sack.

Luke hadn’t thought it had made that big a difference. He’d felt the hold but it had been so gentle. Now his balls started tingling, flickering with little sparks of painful sensation that made it feel like his skin was crawling and he did his best not to writhe as it hit him, gritting his teeth against the agonizing pleasure of it.

Then she poured what must have been melted ice in the bowl on his sack and he screamed.

Freezing burn. His balls tightened, tried to shrink... but her hot mouth was sliding down his cock and he twisted, completely confused about what he was supposed to be feeling. It hurt, he knew it had hurt, but right now it felt like the pain was good and up was down, and the silken glide of her tongue over his swollen shaft was so pleasurable it was almost too intense and he thought he might be in agony.

He didn’t even recognize the animal sounds coming from his throat.

And when her fingers slid back into his ass, stretching, seeking, probing, and finally pressing against the sensitive spot she’d found earlier, he actually howled.

Her hot mouth slid away but her hand wrapped around his slick shaft, expertly pumping, her fingers thrusting inside of him, curling and rubbing. Then she sucked his cold balls into her hot mouth and the juxtaposition of temperature had him writhing.

His hands were no longer behind his head, they were digging into the carpet on either side of his hips as he gasped for air. Liquid spewed from his cock, spattering on his stomach, and he didn’t give a fuck because he was so lost in the ecstasy, the agony, the thunderous sensations overwhelming his body and blanking out his mind.