Chapter 68 Fallen God 23

Chapter 68 Fallen God 23

Lola

The sound of my top button popping was unusually loud, and I sucked in a breath and with it my stomach as Dion's finger splayed over my skin.

“Stop sucking it in, Lola.” Smiling down at me, it was impossible not to see the naughty glint in his eyes. I loved that glint.

“Never.” To prove my point, I sucked in my stomach harder. “I can be stubborn when I want to. Like this thing about security.”

Dion's eyes flashed. “You're having security, Lola,” he growled out, the sound sending shockwaves through my bones as his lips vibrated against the skin under my ear. “That's nonnegotiable.”

“Fine, then I want Rake.”

“His name isn't Rake.”

“Don't care. If I have to be followed around by anyone, then it's him.” I jumped as something cold touched just under my belly button. “What are you doing?”

“You seem to be rather hot–headed today, Lola.” Dion's voice was all fake innocence in stark contrast to the devilish light in his eyes as he brought his face close to mine. Our noses were almost touching. “So I'm going to cool you down.”

His hand plunged downward, the ice cubes in his fingers leaving an icy wet trail as he delved into my open jeans and panties.

“Dion!” Clutching at his wrist, I swore softly. “I'm going to get wet.” Even with my fingers curled around his wrist, he didn't stop. He rubbed that cluster of ice over my mound. Freezing water dripped down over my skin in icy little trails, but the shivers that were rocking through my body had nothing to do with the ice and everything to do with him.

“That's kind of the point.” He laughed. “A wet Lola is a happy Lola.”

As quickly as the ice had skidded across my flesh, it was gone. He tossed all but one into the sink and then his hand was moving downwards again. Only this time, he didn't tease me with that icy goodness. He slipped the ice cube straight over my clit. I stiffened, my hands curling around the sink. I gripped on for dear life. My knuckles turning white.

“Dion.” His name came out almost a sob as he played that frozen piece of water over my hot, needy flesh.

“Lola.” He chuckled in answer. Pulling me into his body more firmly, he curled one arm around my waist, locking me in place. Dion's face was flushed, but I knew from the heat that was radiating up my neck that it was nothing compared to mine.

“Oh, my God, Dion.” My fingers scrambled against porcelain as he pushed the ice cube up inside of me, two of his fingers with it.

My knees gave out as my legs suddenly turned to jelly. “Oh God.”

Pressing the ice into me, Dion chuckled against my lips. Not quite kissing, but breathing in every one of my shallow little whimpers as he rubbed the ice inside of me. “It’s…” I was going to say too much, but that wasn't right. It wasn't too much. Nothing Dion ever did was too much, but it was a strangely intoxicating feeling having his hot fingers and cold ice inside of my body. The sensations had me all over the place.

“God.” He swore softly, his grip tightening as he pumped his fingers in and out of my quivering body. “I need you naked, so I can kiss those pretty tits of yours as you cum over my hand.” Curling his fingers, he rubbed the spot that made me cry out. I couldn't help it.

I wanted to get naked with him more than anything in the world, but not here in a public toilet where anyone could walk in at any time.

“Or my tongue. I love the taste of you, Lola.”

My body arched into his hand. Any thought of how wrong this was vanished. I didn't care that the ice melting deep inside of me was soaking my panties and jeans, or that anyone could walk in at any point. All that I cared about was me and him.

“In fact...” He stepped away so suddenly that I cried out. My body instantly missed his. “Can you hold yourself up?”

Mutely, I nodded.

“Good.” Not saying another word, Dion, lead singer of the biggest rock band in the world, dropped to his knees. Tugging my jeans down my thighs, he parted my thighs as much as he was able to. “Hold on to something beautiful.”

Scooping up more ice, he parted me softly, his lips and fingers blazing a trail over my pussy that made me shiver. And then he did it again. A fresh ice cube was pushed into my already soaking channel.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion, but not from pain or even shock. It was pure pleasure that had me curling my hands into his hair. There were no fingers this time. Only Dion's sinfully good mouth and tongue as he licked and sucked the melting ice from my pussy.

“Fuck!” I threw my head back. My blonde hair fell between my shoulder blades as he licked me closer and closer to the edge.

“How's the patient? I’ve got–”

On his knees between my thighs, Dion froze at the sound of my brother's voice.

Equally frozen, I glanced over at my big brother's face. “Oh, my God.” I didn't know what to do. Push Dion away from me? Try to cover myself? Or just hope that I would drop dead of embarrassment? The latter one seemed like a good idea. Mortified, I covered my face. It was too much.

“Well, shit.” Dion moved his face from my skin, using it to cover me from Louis' shocked eyes. “We–”

“Louis,” I whispered between my fingers. I peeked at him from between them. There was disgust on his face and shock. And just as much embarrassment as I was feeling. “We can explain.”

“Hell no.” Louis threw up a hand, silencing me. “I do not want to hear it. I’m going to need fucking therapy after this–fuck.” He turned back towards the door. He paused before pushing his way out, and I could see his shoulders shaking. “I did not need to see this shit. You guys carry on though, don’t worry about me. I'm just going to go and poke my own eyes out.” He pushed his way out of the door and I couldn't help it. I began to laugh and once I started, I couldn't stop.