IcySeduction (2 page)

“Have you ever done this before?” Jake asked.

She didn’t want to have conversation. “Which part? Snowstorm?
Cabby?”

“Let a stranger touch you like this.”

“I have a vague memory of making out with some guy in the
back of a nightclub when I was drunk. My friend rescued me before it went too
far.”

“You’re not drunk now.”

“No.”

“But you want my fingers inside your pants, don’t you?”

She bit her lip again, afraid to admit how much she wanted
them there.

“Say it. Tell me you need me to touch you.”

“God yes.”

“Not enough. Tell me all of it.”

Christine squeezed her eyes shut. Something about saying it
out loud made it seem more real, more wrong. If they didn’t talk, she didn’t
have to face up to her own role in this. But she was an adult making choices—erotic,
wild choices—but choices just the same. He’d accept her refusal. He’d made that
clear. Licking her bottom lip and clearing her throat, she said, “I want you to
touch my clit and my…hole. I want to feel your fingers all over me. I’m so wet
for you.”

Shit, she’d never spoken to a man like that before, not even
a lover. It ramped up the heat in her body until she was boiling.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
He plucked her nipple with his left hand, twisted and pinched it, while forcing
his right hand into her tight, pants. She wiggled too and finally decided to
push the jeans down her thighs herself, just far enough to give his fingers
plenty of access.

His tongue played on the back of her neck again but then she
felt his teeth scraping the sensitive skin. His fingers pinched her nipple at
the same time his teeth clamped onto her neck and his finger pressed down on
her clit.

She rocketed. Emotions fireworked all over. Sensation
spilled across every part of her body along with fiery heat. The bite and the
pinch should hurt but it was a searing pain that actually felt so good. She
couldn’t explain it, but the pain and the pleasure collided and the result was
the ultimate orgasm.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” she gasped.

But he didn’t stop and let her catch her breath. He slid his
hand to the opposite breast and played. He dipped his fingers into her wet hole
and pushed upward as far as he could reach and he moved his lips from the back
of her neck to her shoulder and his teeth clamped down again. Hard. She couldn’t
control her body. Her hips circled, aching to feel something larger and deeper
inside her. Her nipples peaked, begging to be pinched again, and every bit of
her skin felt every thread from the shirts between them, the blanket over them
and the pants tight against her thighs.

“My God,” he said, low, amazement clear in his voice. “You
like pain.”

A sudden panic welled up. “No. Don’t hurt me.” Her voice
sounded childlike, scaring her even more. She was weak with desire, and this
panic…it was an aphrodisiac.

“Shh. You like pain that goes along with pleasure. I
understand.”

“How can you understand when I don’t even understand myself?”

“I won’t hurt you in any way you don’t want. You’re safe
with me.”

“I don’t feel safe,” she murmured. Not safe, but excited in
a way she shouldn’t be.

“Have you ever let someone spank you?” Jake asked, while his
fingers trailed lazily across her ribs and smoothed across her stomach, gentle,
relaxing, as if he was soothing a skittish pony.

“No, of course not.”

“Have you let someone tie you up or handcuff you to the
bedposts?”

“Never.” But she was feeling the slow heat that told her she
found that idea intriguing. Her body was like jelly from her orgasm, but she
kept thinking about the fact that Jake hadn’t come yet. Did she want to crawl
on top of him and fuck him? Most definitely yes, or she could ease down and
slide her lips down his cock, or should she play it safe and just use her
fingers?

“I need you to suck me right now.” His voice was husky and
demanding. It scared her and thrilled her at the same time. “Turn around, undo
my pants and suck my cock.” She reached down to pull her pants up for modesty’s
sake but he stopped her wrists. “Leave your pants down. I want to see your bare
bottom.” He moved the blanket away and Christine knew she was so hot from
arousal, she didn’t need the conserved heat.

Awkwardly she rose, turned around and inched down,
unbuttoning his shirt along the way and kissing the skin as she bared it. She
unsnapped his jeans and he helped her ease his jeans and underwear down a bit
until his cock popped free. “Pull out my belt,” he said.

“Why?”

“You’ll see. Just do it.”

She unbuckled the belt, heart racing, breath crystallizing
in front of her. The air around them was so cold but her skin was flushed with
blood. Embarrassment, eagerness, fear—all of these emotions raced around inside
her. Why did he want the belt? What would he do to her? She pulled it from his
pant loops and handed it over.

“Good. Now suck my cock.”

She placed her lips on Jake’s shaft, opened her mouth to
take more of him in and let her tongue glide over his skin. After a few
moments, she applied suction to increase the sensation. He pulled the blanket
over her bare butt and kneaded her shoulders with his fingers while she moved
her tongue and mouth up and down, finding a rhythm, gauging his physical
responses to know that she was giving him pleasure.

After a few moments, Christine’s arousal started to wane as
the cold seeped into her bones. As if sensing this, Jake asked, “Do you want to
be spanked or bound?”

His words immediately heated her up, but as she lifted her
head, her automatic response was “Neither.” She splayed her fingers along his
cock and stroked gently, glad the darkness kept her from meeting his eyes.

Jake slid his palm through her hair. “I’m only asking
because I know you like it. What’s stopping you from experimenting with
something that turns you on?”

“I don’t know you.”

“So you can have vanilla sex with strangers but erotic and
exciting sex with someone you know?” His voice gentled. “I’d think it’d be
easier the other way around.”

“I’m not a deviant.”

“Who said you were? There’s nothing wrong with sex play
between two consenting adults. Even when they’re stranded in a snow bank.”

Christine chuckled but she really wasn’t sure she could
consent. It was beyond her comfort zone. Hell, this whole situation was beyond
her comfort zone. Could she say “no” to all of it and just go back to huddling
in the cold? Did she want to?

Jake knew he had her nervous, knew he could’ve just blown
the whole thing, and boy would his johnson be sore if things fell through at
this point. But that didn’t stop him from pressing Christine’s boundaries.
There were things she was afraid to discover about herself, things that could
set her free sexually. A stranger in the snow, someone she’d never see again,
offered the perfect person to experiment with.

However, he was getting a fabulous blowjob, was so turned-on
he could explode at any minute. What did he care if she learned sexy secrets
about herself or not?
Don’t rock the boat. Just keep her turned-on long
enough to have a good hard screw
. It wasn’t as if he should care about her
from so short an acquaintance.

Her soft “ah” startled him from his reverie. “I don’t want
to be bound. Somehow that seems even more unsafe.”

“A nice spanking, then?” Desire nearly choked off his voice.
He thought back to the times he’d spanked other women. There’d not been many.
He’d freaked out a couple of dates with the mere mention and it had ended one
serious relationship. For that reason, he’d never brought up kinks with his
wife, except for one spanking. No, their marriage had ended for the all too
common reasons, the stale sex just being the tip of the iceberg.

“Yes, but you have to stop if I say to.”

“Absolutely.”

“But I’m cold.”

“Come here.” He pulled her to his chest and settled the
covers over her. Then he proceeded to kiss her eyebrows, cheeks and nose. This
led to more energetic kissing. Her mouth was minty and salty at the same time.
Her breasts pressed against his shirt, his chest. Her pants were still down and
his cock was bare and stiff as a pole. It seemed natural to fuck her but he
wanted to draw things out. He wanted her to discover something new about
herself while he watched. He kneaded her butt cheeks and she thrust her hips forward
to where his cock met her pubic hair. It tickled but had him aching even more.

“Spank me,” she whispered, barely audible with the wind
outside. “Spank me.”

He found the belt, curled it into a loop and lifted the
blanket off her backside. Swat. The leather came down on her skin in a solid
thwack, but hardly full-force because of the awkward angle. She made a little
sound but it wasn’t “ouch” or “stop”. In fact, it seemed to be a moan of
pleasure.

“Did you like that?”

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. After a deep breath,
she opened her eyes. “I’m afraid to admit it.”

“Don’t be afraid.” He spanked her again, just as hard, in
the same spot.

“Oh my God. This is turning me on like you would not
believe!”

He chuckled. “I’m with you there.” Although maybe he shouldn’t
be admitting it either, but he couldn’t stop himself from bringing the belt
down again.

“Uh. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s as if the spanking
sends the blood to all the right places. I’m so ready to jump your bones.”

Jake tossed the belt aside and hugged her to him. “Fine by
me. I do have a condom.”

“Thank God, although I won’t ask why you have one in the cab
with you.”

“I was a Boy Scout, always prepared.”

“Ha.”

Her good-natured laugh tempered the heat burning inside him,
allowed him to jiggle the cab and reach for the condom in the glove box and put
it on without coming immediately. They settled back onto the seat with her
above him with the blanket adorning her shoulders. Holding her hips, he watched
as she lowered herself onto him. Her damp heat molded around his tip, lower, so
tight that she wiggled her hips to make the passage easier.

“It’s been a while,” she murmured.

“Fine by me.” More than fine. Damn heavenly. In fact, he
couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt anything so good. Her tight sheath
locked him in place, squeezed and sensitized him. He still held the belt in one
hand, rubbing it along her ass as she moved slowly down then slowly up again.
He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensations. They had no need to
rush, nowhere to go, but he felt as if he was going to explode any moment. He
thought about swatting her bottom and how brave she’d been. Opening his eyes he
looked at her flushed skin, her tempting lips, as she lowered herself on his
pole until he was deep, so deep, within her.

“Do you want me to go faster?”

“Whatever you like. You’re in control.”

So she did go faster, found her rhythm, and he concentrated
on holding on long enough not to be an embarrassment to his sex. As she slid upward,
she squeezed hard with her sheath, then she released as she slid downward. Oh
man. He couldn’t take anymore. He was going to come.

And that’s when it happened—the connection. His mind opened
up to hers.

* * * * *

For just a moment before Christine felt the hot liquid
filling the condom inside her, she felt this exquisite pleasure, as if she
could feel what Jake felt. She tumbled over the edge into her second orgasm,
her inner walls spasming against his cock, causing him to jerk and moan. Her
skin was flushed all over and so warm, some of that from the sex, some from the
memory of him spanking her. She couldn’t believe she’d let him do that yet she
knew she wouldn’t forget it. After a few moments, she slid free and let Jake
take care of the condom. He had a little trash can under the dash. Then he
straightened his clothes, settled back on the seat and put out his arms,
offering for her to cuddle with him again under the blanket. She fixed her
clothes, feeling more self-conscious by the minute. This was the point when she
wanted to escape, to run back to her apartment, but she couldn’t. She was still
stuck with Jake and her ruminations until morning.

“Come on. I won’t bite…again. I don’t have the energy at the
moment.”

Christine laughed as lightly as she could and wiggled her
way back into his arms with the blanket over top of her.

“I’ll probably fall asleep now,” Jake said. “It’s the
typical male thing to do.”

“Sleep is good.” It meant they didn’t have to talk, but even
as she listened to his breath evening out, her mind raced. Should she have done
that? Let him spank her? What were the repercussions? None. She’d never see him
again after this. Oh God, had he given her a hickey? Just tell the parents she
had a boyfriend in Florida. Easy explanation. And knowing her parents, they
would politely ignore any evidence that their daughter was an adult.

Finally Jake’s heat lulled her into drowsiness. Her body
relaxed, which allowed her mind to do so as well. She just hoped she’d be able
to sleep through until dawn and then pray someone would see the car and get
help.

* * * * *

Weak sunlight filtered through the snow-free back window
where there were a few bare spaces. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have known it was
daytime. Jake’s mind immediately went back to the mind-blowing sex from the
night before. He’d felt that connection, like falling into her mind,
experiencing what she experienced. He didn’t know how to explain it because he’d
never felt it before, but it fit with the lore of his kind.

He’d found his mate.

That was just too much for him to handle. The girl lived in
Florida, for chrissakes. He had his son to think about. As far as he knew, his
son was a hundred percent human and would never have to deal with changing at
the moon, but he was young yet. Jake had to keep an eye on him, particularly at
adolescence.

It was all so complicated, his getting married before he
understood the truth about himself, those long unexplained blackouts. Saron had
said they’d lost track of him. His mother had run while she was pregnant,
leaving the safety of the pack. They’d prayed that he was human instead of were
since his mother was human, but they hadn’t been able to track him until his
first change. Saron said he was a late bloomer for a were. They thought it was
the blend of human and were that caused it.

And last night for just a moment, he’d fallen into Christine’s
mind.

But she wasn’t second-natured. How could she be his mate?

There was so much more Saron needed to explain to him but
for now, they needed to focus on the mundane task of getting out of this snow
bank. Novels often depicted werewolves with extra strength, even in human form,
even without the full moon, but Jake’s strength only increased close to the
full moon and not by much. He didn’t know if this was true of all werewolves or
just those with human blood.

Christine stirred. He combed the swath of hair on her
forehead. “It’s morning.”

She gasped as she opened her eyes. “It wasn’t a dream?
Seriously, I thought it had to have been.”

“Nope. All real. I’ve been debating whether our best chance
is to hoof it down the road or concentrate on unburying the cab.”

“We’ll get all wet if we move the snow. Perhaps it’s better
to get moving and try to find some help? Maybe my cell phone will get a signal
down the road a ways.”

That made sense. Christine avoided his eyes as she bolted to
the other side of the seat.

“Do you have more layers in your suitcase? You should put
them on.” It was okay that she didn’t want to talk about last night. His mind
was quite a mess too. He was sane enough to know he needed to have some way to
contact her after this. All these years, all the sex he’d had, and he’d never
felt the mind-meld thing. He needed to talk to Saron, but he needed to keep
track of Christine first.

Walking in twenty-degree weather with wind whipping past his
ears was a great way to clear his head. He adjusted his gait to allow for
Christine’s shorter legs as they walked. No traffic. White everywhere they
looked except for a strip of asphalt. Not even tire tracks and certainly no
sign of a cell tower. The icy wind cut straight through their clothes but the
movement kept them fairly warm.

“Are you familiar with this area?” Jake asked, thinking how
much he liked the city with its cell towers and civilization.

“It looks so different in the snow and I’ve always been in a
car. We’d passed Cold Spring, so the next town would be Beacon, I think, but I
have no idea how far it is.”

“No worries. We have plenty of daylight. So tell me more
about Florida.”

“Well, I live in the Orlando area—you know, Disney and
Universal and all that—and am working in a tax office.”

“Do you have a boyfriend down there?”

She blushed. “No, or we wouldn’t have done what we…did.”

“Dating anyone on and off?”

“No, really haven’t had time.” She rubbed her gloves
together rapidly. “My fingers are so cold.”

“We’ll get there soon.”

“But you don’t know where we’re going.”

“Think positive.” He patted his bum, thinking it odd that
his butt cheeks were the coldest extremities. “Do you have a cell number or
email so I can talk to you again?” Should he have waited? Was he casual enough?

She paused. “Let me think about that.”

“Still feel like you don’t know me, huh?”

“I know it might be stupid at this point.” She frowned.

“Email’s relatively safe.”

“True.” She fumbled with her purse. “I have a business card
in here. Not that I have a business, but the company likes us to have these
things.” She finally managed to separate one card from the stack by taking off
her glove. She handed it to him, then slipped her glove back on and snapped her
purse shut. “But no stalking me.”

“Cross my heart.” Hmm, on second thought…he didn’t know how
this mate thing worked. Did it entail stalking? Was it serious enough to
warrant stalking? Maybe the mind meld meant nothing at all. One could only hope
because how difficult would it be to pursue a relationship with someone who
lived all the way down in Florida? He’d never give up the city and take his kid
out of his school. Saron had already tried to get him to move to pack lands
upstate. He couldn’t deal with the country.

“Are we close enough for your parents to come get you?”

“I’ll see. Dad has a four-by-four and usually has the chains
on it this time of year.”

“You’d think we’d see a plow too, any minute now.”

“It is still the crack of dawn.”

“All the more reason for a plow to be out here.”

They walked on in silence with Christine periodically
staring at the bars, or lack thereof, on her cell phone display. “How can there
not be a cell tower out here?”

“It’s the country.”

“You know, I never thought of Orlando as particularly
cosmopolitan, but at least I can get cell service!”

And there was no traffic, but the sun had finally risen
above the trees, not that it brought any warmth to the proceedings.

“So where do you live? New Jersey?”

“Manhattan, actually. I had a fare to Newark and figured I’d
pick someone up there to go back into Manhattan.”

“Not the Catskills?”

“That hadn’t been the plan.” He glanced at Christine and for
a moment glimpsed her face as it had been last night, flushed and sexy. “But I’m
glad it worked out the way it did.”

“Really? We’re still on foot in the middle of nowhere.”

“Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“Hey, I have two bars. I might be able to call my parents.”

“How are you going to tell them where we are?”

They rounded the bend and Christine pointed to the green
mile marker. She dialed her dad and explained what had happened and where she
thought they were. “He’s going to call the state troopers. He figures they’d
know where on earth this mile marker is.”

“Great.” But that meant his time with her was about to run
out. She might chicken out on hooking up with him again before catching her
flight back to Florida. He needed her to feel closer to him, so he did
something he usually didn’t do. He made conversation, volunteering information
about himself, like his favorite movie and the last book he read, without being
asked. Christine responded warmly, easily. He wished he could get Dean to open
up to him this way. Talking to his son was usually like pulling teeth.