Ice Cream Man (8 page)

He seemed to settle into the bed, head resting against her pillow. It was nice to have a male presence in her bed again. Janice had missed that. Antonio closed his eyes, then let out a breath as she repeated the little circles all over his back. She followed the path of the Popsicle with her tongue.

She moved down to his butt. Stroking the entire surface with the Popsicle, she opened his tight butt cheeks and slid the frozen dessert down the length of the crevice.

“Stop!” He chuckled. “Is that my safe word?”

She smiled, as she moved the Popsicle to his thighs and rubbed it against them in spiral motions. Melting had started. That’s what a hot man would do to your Popsicle. “Turn over now.”

Antonio flipped to his back, then propped three pillows behind him.

Her eyebrows rose. “Did that give you refreshing chills of pleasure?”

He smiled, as he glanced down to his ready cock. “It felt quite a bit better than I thought.”

“Comfortable?”

He nodded.

Leaning over to him, she ran the Popsicle up the middle of his chest with her tongue following the red trail it left. She moved the frozen dessert over each brown nipple, watching them contract, and then giving each a well-deserved lick. His chest was firm, strong and beautiful. One of her hands caressed the bit of hair there. As the Popsicle dripped, she made a point of twirling her tongue around it to catch the wayward drops.

“You’re making me crazy.” He grinned.

She ran the Popsicle and her tongue together over his navel and down his happy trail of black hair that led to his cock. Putting the Popsicle back in her mouth, she held it there for a moment to make her mouth extra cold. She sucked hard on the Popsicle, almost draining the color from it. She set the frozen ice to one side, then leaned over to him and put her arctic tongue on the head of his cock and swirled it around.

He jumped in shock, and then seemed to relax. “Janice,” he moaned, “that feels great.”

His cock pulsed in heat against her chilly lips. He sank into her, withdrew, then sank into her again. She savored the fruity flavor of the Popsicle slipping down her throat. He was hot, sticky and sweet all at the same time. Not being able to stop grinning at the thought, she moved down to his balls and worked her tongue around them.

His hips were moving, calling to her and she suddenly wanted to get on top of him as quickly as possible. She picked up the Popsicle, bit the rest of it off the stick and threw it to the floor. Straddling herself over him, she stroked his sizable cock. He moaned a savage response as he watched her hands touch it. She ripped open the condom and rolled it over him. Guiding his cock to her entrance, she gave it a little push with her fingers. He was inside of her. The wetness gushed and he thrust into her full force and to the hilt. She cried out in pleasure.

Their sex was hot and wild, just like the day before. He pushed harder into her, more frantic with each thrust. They stared into each other’s eyes, not understanding why this seemed amazingly special. She loved the way he felt inside of her. He was so hard, so hot, and so right. It was like she’d never get enough of him. Antonio filled her like no other man had ever done.

And she wanted him inside of her forever.

One last deep thrust, then it hit. Wave after wave of powerful orgasm rocked through them, like water continuously flooding and churning over a broken dam, bodies shuddering, quivering, and unable to focus on anything outside the sensations that swept over their bodies.

It took her a moment to regain her sanity. She fell forward to Antonio’s chest, exhausted but more content then she had ever been before in her life. All she wanted to do was breathe him in and sleep. Put her arms around him. Hold him. She couldn’t believe she was already thinking she was falling in love with him. Wasn’t this too fast for love?

Still being joined intimately, they relaxed against one another. Janice finally slid off of Antonio and cuddled in next to him, not wanting to move.

Antonio threw an arm around her back and kissed her forehead. “That was wonderful.”

“It was.” She closed her eyes.

He paused for a moment. “Meeting you has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Seriously.”

“That’s sweet.” She lightly pinched his chest. “I’m pretty happy right now too.”

His arm pulled her closer.

“Only one condom left.”

“I’ll pick up more.”

“The next time we’re together I want the sex to be nice and slow.” Janice leaned over and kissed him on the full lips that she wanted to call hers. “We seem to be in a hurry to finish.”

“It’s because you turn me on so much. I can’t help but want to come.” Smiling, he looked to the clock on the wall. “I hate to end this, but I have to get going on my studying now.”

“I know you do,” she agreed, as she glanced over at the clock. “It’s already nine.”

Antonio jumped up from the bed and touched his chest. “Think I’m going to take a shower first. I need to wash this stickiness off.” He tilted his head down at her, then raised his eyebrows. “You might want to look at yourself in a mirror. You’re quite the mess, too.”

“I’m afraid to look. I’ll take my shower later, though. You go on.” She smiled and glanced around the bed she had just changed earlier. Wet spots of pink from the cherry Popsicle could be seen everywhere. It was a total disaster. “I’m going to change the bed first. I don’t think we want to sleep in this tonight.”

He leaned down to his overnight bag and pulled out pajama bottoms that he threw on the couch. “I should hang up my clothes for tomorrow before the wrinkles set in. Do you have a couple of hangers I can use?”

“I’ll take care of it. Go ahead and get moving. Towels are in the closet to the left of the sink.” She pointed toward the bathroom. “You’re wasting valuable study time.”

As Antonio left for the bathroom, Janice took out his clothes for the audition. He had a pair of nice black slacks, trim and tailored. Good choice. They probably looked fine on his tall, firm body. But a white button-down shirt? She made a face. Boring, too boring, even if he had a tie. She dug through his overnight bag. Not even a tie. He had to do better than that if he wanted the acting job. Antonio needed a color that was going to show off his flawless skin. He needed to have an advantage over any other actors that might be reading for the same part. And as long as his acting was excellent, then his great looks would be the bonus.

And Janice would be doing all she could to help him.

The designer in her was starting to take control. Putting a finger to her lips, she thought about what kind of fabric she had in stock in the back of her sewing room that would make a nice shirt. It wouldn’t be out of the question that she might have one hundred or so bolts of fabric at any given time. Should she use cotton, a poplin perhaps? No. Maybe a linen. But he would be riding in a cab and she didn’t want it to wrinkle. Certainly not polyester, she made a face. Definitely the poorest material for what Antonio needed it for.

Suddenly it came to her
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silk. This was the perfect time of year for silk. Not hot, not cold. He didn’t seem to perspire a lot, even in the throes of passion. She grinned, just thinking about that one.

Clearing her throat, she got back to business. Silk had the little bit of sheen to make it special. But did she have any silk downstairs? Or enough silk to make him a shirt? She thought for a minute. Didn’t she have something in an aqua that she had planned on making a dress from? Wasn’t she going to use it for the sheath dress she hadn’t started yet? Or maybe for the puffy-sleeved dress she had recently sketched. She frowned. It was hell turning forty! Then it suddenly came to her. A bolt of an aqua silk had been bought last year. She had planned on using it for the sheath dress, but not anymore.

Antonio Rodriguez would be getting a Janice Freeman original.

She peeked into the bathroom as Antonio washed himself in the shower. The clear shower curtain gave way to his naked body. His wet, soapy fingers traveled down his chest and over his magnificent cock and balls where they lingered for a moment washing them. Janice found herself mesmerized. She wanted her hands to be the ones to do that to him. Rub him, caress him, time and time again first for a wash, and later to give him pleasure. It would happen again, but not now. After all, there could be nothing in this world better than a clean Antonio cock. She grinned. Absolutely nothing.

He turned around so that the water poured over his handsome face, then down his back to his butt. The beautiful black curls on his head were plastered flat against him. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and over his ears. She let out a breath, feeling her pussy become wet for him again.
Think of something else, Janice.
And quick.

She cleared her throat as she got into the proper state of mind. With Antonio’s olive-toned skin, he would look fabulous in aqua, absolutely fabulous. Then the next thought. Antonio Rodriguez had quickly become someone she would do anything for because she was in love with him. She let out a breath and shook her head. There. She said it. She had fallen in love with Antonio that hard and that quickly.

She threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. She glanced in the mirror and her mouth gaped open. She looked horrible. Her black hair lay in ruin from her hairstyle earlier in the day. Mascara had smeared underneath her eyes during sex play. Smears of sticky red Popsicle were on her arms, neck and chin. Antonio was viewing her when she wasn’t at her best. Not how she’d like this wonderful new lover to see her, but nothing she could do about it now.

It was all about his audition and what she could do to help him.

As he dried off from the shower, Janice put the fresh sheets on her bed. She didn’t want him to know she was going to make a shirt tonight. It would be her surprise. But she needed a couple of quick measurements to do a better job.

He came out of the bathroom drying his hair with the towel, then threw it over his back. Janice tried to avoid looking at the naked body that was she already feeling the desperate need for, instead grabbing one of the many tape measures she kept around her apartment and hiding it behind her back.

Walking over to the couch, he picked up his pajama bottoms. Janice took a deep breath as she closed in behind him. As he bent down to put his legs into the pajama bottoms, she quickly measured from midpoint of his back and shoulders down to one of his wrists. An estimate was all she could do. She held up the tape measure to the back of his neck and made a guess as to what his neck size was. And fortunately for Janice, she had done this enough that she was an expert at deduction.

By the time he turned around to her, she had already dropped the tape measure on the end table. She smiled at him. “I’m going downstairs to my shop for awhile. Call me when you’re ready for a run-through of your lines.”

“Will do.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss her.

Janice put her hands around his neck as they kissed. Instead of enjoying his luscious lips against hers, she was just confirming the neck measurement guess with her fingers. She was all set for now. “Good luck, sweetie.”

She waved to him, then left her apartment for the shop. It didn’t take long at all to find the bolt of aqua silk in her sewing room. All her blues were placed together and there it was. Just like at a fabric store.

Creating the pattern pieces first in her head, then on the tissue in front of her, she cut them out and pinned them together on the beautiful fabric. That was definitely the hardest part. Her sharp scissors took precise care of each piece as the body, sleeves, cuffs and collar took shape.

She glanced at the clock
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it had already been two hours. Then the phone rang.

She had so much left to do, but tried to sound upbeat. “Hi Antonio. Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. What are you doing?”

“Working,” She smiled. “Always working.”

“It will be worth it someday. You’re too talented not to make it. Can you come up here and help me now?”

For the next hour, they ran over the scene, again and again until he knew it perfectly. Janice was astounded at how well he did so quickly. Antonio definitely had a combination of presence and talent that radiated from him in abundance when he was in character. And his smile? That million dollar smile of his would make any woman’s panties wet. It certainly did it for her. Janice hoped the people evaluating Antonio would see what she did in him. How could they not? They were the professionals.

Antonio shook his head. “I think we’d better call it a night. I plan on getting up early to run through it a time or two again before I get dressed.”

“Okay.” Janice wrinkled up her nose. “Go ahead and go to bed. Sheets are clean. I never got a chance to take my shower, but I’m working on something I need to get finished downstairs tonight.”

“You’re going back to work?” He shook his head in amazement at her. “It’s after midnight.”

Her eyes widened. “Believe me, I know.”

Janice worked all night on Antonio’s shirt. She only took one break when she panicked that she might not have the buttons she wanted. Going through drawers and boxes quickly, she was elated when she found matching aqua ones that were acceptable. She didn’t mind the time it took, sewing the sleeves, attaching the cuffs, adding the collar, stitching the buttonholes.