Iced (2 page)

My balls forgot the cold and began to tighten for a completely different reason. My cock swelled and slid through the cool water under my body against the hard tile. I gasped and pressed back against him, silently begging for more. Lifting my hips even that small amount let the air of the fan reach the water under me and it chilled again. My dick protested, jerking up against the comparative warmth of my belly, but it didn’t shrink back down. The thrust of Adam’s tongue in my ass made sure of that. He didn’t always like to use his mouth on personal parts of the body, but when he got in the mood, it was enough to kill a person. He grabbed some more ice and rubbed my back down with it while he rimmed me, his tongue pushing inside and withdrawing as he nibbled and licked.

My body couldn’t decide if it wanted to get away from the harsh cold of the ice cubes or get closer to Adam. The result was that I groaned and moaned and thrashed indecisively under him. And then his mouth was on the small of my back and from there his tongue traced its way up my spine. When he covered me with his body I was cool enough that the heat of his skin against mine was heavenly. He actually hissed and pulled back from the chill of my skin before he sighed and let his weight down on me. He mouthed my shoulders and bit the back of my neck. I felt the bruise bloom but didn’t protest. He kissed my ear and traced it with the tip of his tongue.

“Turn over,” he whispered. His breath was hot and I shivered under him when heat curled at the base of my spine. I didn’t want to turn over. I could feel the hard length of his cock against me, and I wanted it in my ass. He read my mind, or maybe it was the way I lifted my butt, rubbing it against him. Mind or body language, he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted. “Not yet, turn over.” He lifted himself off me and watched as I turned over. Doing so was neither easy nor graceful with him kneeling between my legs. Finally I was on my back, lying in the water and feeling it soak my hair. I folded my hands behind my head and stared at him through my lashes. His hands rested on my bent knees and he bit his lip as he looked down at me, his expression hungry.

I was focused on his face when I should have been watching his hands. When one curled around my cock, it held an ice cube between his palm and my dick. The effect was electrifying and I shouted, coming up to my elbows in an attempt to get away from him. He just grinned, kept his grip on my dick and slid the ice up and down it. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to turn it into a Popsicle or get me off. When his mouth closed on the head of my cock, surprise—more ice. There was cold everywhere. His hands seemed to be as chilled as the ice cubes, but his mouth had hidden pockets of surprising warmth that somehow remained untouched by the ice melting there.

His tongue swirled around my dick in a mind-numbing contrast of hot and cold. His hand wrapped around the base as he slid his mouth down the length of my dick as far as he could. Giving head wasn’t Adam’s best thing; the truth was he really didn’t like to do it much. But he knew that getting sucked was my favorite, and so every so often he gave up fucking (which was very much his best thing) to blow me. When he did, the fact that he was doing it for me despite how he felt intensified the excitement. There was something about his dark head bent over my lap and his expressive mouth wrapped around my dick that sent lust flaming through me. This time ice had no power over the heat that engulfed me.

Adam’s hand moved with a steady rhythm, following his mouth up and down my shaft. The ice was long gone; there was nothing left but wet heat and friction. He was focused completely on my cock. His hand twisted and his cheeks hollowed, his tongue cupped the underside of my shaft and dipped into the slit when he had his lips wrapped around the head. His fist around my dick was the only thing keeping me from slamming the entire length down his throat as I bucked under him. I tried to stay up on my elbows to watch but the more intense it got, the closer he pushed me toward my orgasm, the less strength I had for anything except the energy collecting in my balls and the base of my spine. It curled my toes and I dropped back onto the floor. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth off my dick just before I came. Instead of filling his mouth, I shot all over his face. He jerked away but his hand never stopped moving, pulling every bit of come from me before he slowed the pace and began to ease me down. He reached over to grab my boxers and used them to wipe his face.

“Sorry,” I muttered, a bit sheepish and thoroughly hoarse from yelling so much. He cleaned out an ear and grinned at me.

“No problem,” he said. He sounded smug, but then he had the right to a little smugness. He had cooled me off and set me on fire all at the same time. My mind was still spinning, and I couldn’t have gotten up and walked if I’d tried. Adam was still on his knees and with a quiet grunt he sat back on his bottom.

“Tile’s hard,” I muttered, half asleep in my puddle.

“That’s not all that’s hard,” Adam said. I heard something rip and opened an eye to look at him. He tossed aside the empty condom package and rolled the rubber down his cock with a practiced gesture. He lifted his gaze from watching what he was doing to meet my eyes. “My turn,” he said and grabbed my legs, pulling me closer until I was sitting in his lap. He gave me a wicked grin. “Hello there.” He settled me on my knees and his cock brushed the crack of my ass. My stomach knotted.

“Uh, lube?” I muttered, but he already had the bottle of cooking oil out of the cabinet and was pouring it over his dick and his hand. I lifted a brow and smirked. “I spend way too much time with Crisco up my ass,” I told him, rolling my eyes. He chuckled but amusement didn’t derail his intent. His slick fingers breached me with a movement as practiced as the one he’d used to put on the condom. My ass clenched against the invasion, but Adam ignored the token protest for what it was and greased me inside and out. By the time he was done my breath had grown short and my fingers were digging hard into his biceps. He nuzzled my neck and ear.

“Like that, don’t you?” There was laughter in his voice but heat was there too. My reaction to being prepped always excited him. He stretched his legs out and leaned back on his hands. “Ride me,” he said. “Hard.”

I frowned a little. I wanted him to fuck me, but apparently it was my turn to do the work and I really had no room to complain. The tile was hard and slippery—maybe I could complain a little. I clutched his shoulders and lowered myself onto his cock. I hesitated slightly and watched his expression tighten with concentration as he anticipated being buried in my body. When his eyes opened and locked with mine I impaled myself on him. I was supposed to ride him; I was going to, but his hands grabbed my hips and he lifted me and slammed me back down on his cock. His feet tried but failed to find some traction on the wet tile, so he couldn’t thrust his hips, but his head was back and his neck corded as he repeatedly lifted me and slammed my body down on his.

His cock hit my prostate time and again. I cried out; the pleasure was a first cousin to pain, coming as it did so soon after my orgasm. I tried to help, but his fingers dug into me, keeping control. I could imagine the bruises I was going to have. It was ridiculous how often I had someone’s finger prints on my ass. Then Adam got serious and I wasn’t thinking about anything but getting fucked. It doesn’t matter very much who’s on top; if you have some guy’s cock up your ass, you’re getting fucked. When he came, Adam slammed me down onto him so hard that he lost his balance and fell backward. He cracked his head pretty good on the tile, but that didn’t loosen his grip on my hips as they bucked.

He growled and wrapped his arms around me, rolling us onto our sides and ignoring my protest that my leg was trapped under him. He curled around me and held me tight against him, his face buried in my hair. The water was cold and I was cold everywhere except where his body touched mine, but I didn’t try to get up. I fished a cube of melting ice out of the bucket beside us and held it to the lump forming on the back of his head.

“Told you,” he mumbled, “never too hot.”

Diane Adams
wrote her first stories in high school, but life interfered and the notebooks were packed away and forgotten. There were jobs, a series of them, and children... a series of them as well and not a lot of time left over for daydreams. A few years ago, after the first of the series of children were almost grown, Diane discovered fan fiction and a dreamer was reborn. She enjoyed some success as a fan fiction writer, gathered a strong following, and won quite a few awards. It was nice, but the real dream was to have that same success as a writer of original fiction exploring worlds of her own creation. That dream is, at long last, coming true.

She tweets at https://twitter.com/d_adams. You may contact Diane at [email protected].

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