“Get your fuckin’ fingers outta that cunt, it’s mine.”

Whimpering, I remove my fingers. Cade pulls his cock from my now swollen, cold lips and stares down at me.

“I’m not wastin’ that in your mouth. I’m goin’ to fuck you on that bar and you’re goin’ to be full of ice. I’m also goin’ to put my hand on your ass, so get ready.”

I find myself nodding, even though I’m sure this isn’t how I had planned the night to end. Cade leans down, pulling me to my feet. He slides his lips over mine, and the feeling of his warm, heated lips dancing with my cold, swollen lips is purely erotic. I grip his chest, squeezing and feeling the muscles bunching underneath my palms. God, he’s fucking yummy. I want more of him. I want so much that I can’t breathe. I need it until it’s all I can think about, all I can dream about.

“Lay down on the bar, sugar,” Cade orders.

I do as he asks, walking over and sliding my bottom up onto the bar. I lay my back down on the old, faded timber and prop my legs on a nearby stool. Cade growls, and walks over, wearing only his jeans, which are now half way down his ass. His cock still stands proudly, aching for more. Cade grips my panties and slides them down my legs. Then he grips my ankles and places my legs even further apart. He growls with satisfaction, and then he takes hold of a couple of ice cubes, gently pressing them to my entrance. I squirm as he slips one inside me, his finger sliding in deep, filling me, stretching me. I groan at the strange, cool sensation and buck my hips, wanting more.

“Patience, sugar.”

He grips another cube, sliding it in behind the first one. I cry out as they fill and stretch me, and his fingers stir my sensitive spots until I’m crying out and begging him to let me come. He keeps his finger inside me, and with his other hand, he takes a cube and rubs it over my clit, while he thrusts his finger in and out. The feeling of the freezing cube on my throbbing clit is out of this world. My back arches, and electric bolts of pleasure jerk my body. I reach up, gripping my own hair as the pleasure becomes too intense. It’s so different, so fucking incredible. When I come, I come hard. I scream out Cade’s name and my body thrashes on the old bar.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Cade husks as he slips his fingers from my body. “Don’t move, sugar, I’m goin’ to fuck you hard.”

I squirm at his words, but I stay on the bar. I hear Cade shuffling around, and I can feel the cool ice cubes beginning to melt inside me, sliding down my ass and causing me to shiver. I hear the sound of a small stool scraping across the floor, and then Cade is over me, his body looming over mine. He wraps his fingers in my hair and leans down close.

“You clean, sugar?”

“What?” I whisper.

“Clean, have you been checked?”

I flush. “No, I haven’t.”

He tilts his head to the side. “You’re goin’ to get checked, yeah? For now, we’ll use a condom.”

For now. Sweet heaven. Cade leans back off me, and I lift my head to watch as he rolls a condom over his hard length. Then he’s standing straight, gripping my hips and sliding me to the end of the bar. When my ass is just about hanging over the edge, he tilts my hips up and drives into me, with one hard thrust. I cry out, bucking as the feeling of him pushing the ice cubes deep inside me sends shivers up my spine. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. He pulls his entire length out with a feral hiss, then he drives it back in. I whimper, arching and sliding my fingers up my top to grip my breasts.

“Yeah, fuckin’ touch them for me, baby,” Cade growls.

I shove my shirt up and cup my breasts, rolling my nipples in my fingers. Cade groans so deeply, and so fucking primal it causes me to clench hard around him.

“Fuck, sugar, squeeze my dick again.”

I love when he talks dirty.

“Talk dirty to me,” I beg, clenching around him again.

“Your little cunt is so tight around me. Fuck, sugar, I wanna come so fuckin’ hard.”

“Then come,” I rasp, feeling my own release rising higher and higher as Cade thrusts harder and harder.

“Not ‘till you,” he grates out, his jaw tense, his eyes closed.

I squeeze my nipples harder, and when Cade thrusts deep once more, I come. I come so hard my entire world spins. I don’t even scream, because I’ve gone beyond that. All that escapes my mouth is a pathetic strangled sound. Cade does as promised, and brings his hand down hard over my thigh as he throws his head back and I feel his cock begin to pulse as he comes with me. Together, we ride our high until we’ve both stopped shaking. Cade leans down, grips my shoulders and pulls me up. He presses my cheek to his chest, and I slide my tongue out, licking the fine layer of salty sweat from his skin. He shudders and holds me tighter.

“Fuck, sugar, you’re sendin’ me over the edge, and I’m lovin’ every second of it.”

If I was being honest with myself, I’d say I felt exactly the same.

“I shouldn’t have run out earlier,” I murmur against his skin.

He pulls back and looks down at me with a hard expression.

“Took every strength in me tonight, not to make a scene in that bar. The only fuckin’ reason I didn’t, is ‘coz it’s what Spike wants. Sugar, if you ever fuckin’ think that I won’t tie you up if you’re bein’ like that, you’re wrong. I will. I’ll do whatever it fuckin’ takes to protect you, don’t fuckin’ put it past me.”