IcySeduction

by Shara Lanel

  “Because I didn’t want you to pass this off as fantasy.”

  “Pass what off?” She was sounding parrot-like with her answers.

  “Dean showed me how to use my web cam.” He sounded totally excited about this. “You have a web cam on your laptop, right?”

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Turn it on. Take it into the bedroom.”

  She already felt the flutters in her stomach and the tingles even lower that indicated arousal. “That’s probably not a good idea.”

  “Do it, dammit.”

  She rolled her eyes but got out of bed and took the phone with her to the living room.

  “Do you have it?”

  “Give me a second. I’m wandering around in the dark here.” It was too late to turn on the bright overhead light. She felt around on the coffee table until she found the laptop. This she carried back to her bedroom. “I’ve got it.”

  “Turned on?”

  “Hold your horses.” She pressed the button and waited while the thing made its wheezes and whirs until it showed her desktop screen. “It’s on.”

  “I emailed you the link.”

  Then she had to wait for her sleepy email to pull up, along with her web browser. She always kept a piece of tape covering her web cam, so she took that off while she was waiting. “If you really are in my head, how is the web cam going to help things?”

  “Tell me, are your dreams seen through my eyes?”

  “Maybe. Sometimes.”

  “I want to try something so that you can see when you’re awake the connection we have.”

  “Look, we were getting along just fine chatting…”

  He sighed, even that sounding sexy over the phone line. “I’m not fine. You’re in my dreams constantly. My vision sometimes turns to yours even when I’m driving my cab. Sometimes I see your fingers on your keyboard at work and hear your thoughts about tax crap in my head. I haven’t even done my taxes yet!”

  “So what you’re saying is that you’re obsessed with me.”

  “I’m saying I’m going crazy not being able to touch you and hold you.”

  “You fantasize well.”

  “See, you know I’m in your head.”

  Christine followed the online directions to set up the account and invited Jake to be her viewing partner. When his face popped up on her screen, she realized how much she missed seeing him in person. She resisted the impulse to wave at him. He smiled, looking tousled and sleepy. He seemed to be lying on his pillow, so he looked sideways on her screen.

  “Ah, that’s better. I’ve missed you.”

  She liked hearing him say that, especially when she could see the look in his eyes.

  “And, God, you look sweaty.”

  “I’m melting, I tell you!”

  “Are you getting a repair guy out there tomorrow?”

  “I’ll see if I can. Seems like everyone’s units break down when it gets hot.”

  “So what are you doing to cool yourself?”

  She turned the computer so the camera could see the fan on her nightstand.

  “Oh, that’s not going to cut it. Go get an ice cube, well, a cupful in case we need more than one. And don’t look at me with that doubtful face. Tell me ‘yes, Master’.”

  Instantly aroused, she replied, “Yes, Master,” and used her phone flashlight to find the freezer in the kitchen. She returned with a cup of ice, which she showed Jake via the web cam.

  “Excellent. Now to get rid of your heat problem. Sit cross-legged in front of the camera so I can see most of you. Oh, and turn on a brighter light and direct it at you.”

  Christine adjusted the bedside lamp. She had stayed naked most of the evening and definitely in bed in an attempt to stay cool. Sitting cross-legged gave Jake a hint of what was at the juncture of her legs, but beyond her thighs was still in shadow. Her stomach and breasts were in clear view, her nipples perky, her breathing a bit more obvious than she wanted it to be.

  “Now slide an ice cube from your chin all the way down between your breasts to your bellybutton and stop.”

  “Yes, Master.” She did as commanded, starting with her chin, but it wasn’t until the frozen cube reached her chest that she gasped from the cold.

  “Don’t stop.”

  She kept going down to her bellybutton. Besides feeling turned-on, she was finally getting relief from the oppressive heat.

  “Now trail it down between your legs to your clit—take it real slow—and put it inside your hot hole.” His face showed how intently he was watching her movements. “And I’m gripping my cock as you do this.”

  Christine wished she could see that part of his anatomy, but he was depriving her of that. Maybe he would reward her later. She showed Jake that her ice cube had shrunk quite a bit.

  “Get a new one.”

  She pulled the next one out of the glass. Her cubes weren’t really cubes. They were shaped like half-moons from the automatic ice maker. She placed it against her bellybutton, gasped once more at the shock of its temperature against her hot skin, then slid it lower. When she reached her neatly trimmed patch of curls, she went even slower, letting the melting ice soak through the curls to the skin below. She was starting to feel something else too, an awareness, calloused hands stroking and squeezing and how good it felt. She closed her eyes and in that space of time she saw herself as Jake saw her on the computer screen. She moved the ice to her clit, inhaling sharply, and she felt Jake’s anticipation. She opened her eyes.

  “Lower, Christine, into your hole. It needs to be cooled too.”

  “Yes.” The ice felt incredibly good easing along her clit to her labia, which she parted with her other hand. She pushed the ice inside her until it disappeared.

  “Leave it there.”

  As it melted, it blended with her body’s juices, making Christine incredibly wet.

  “God, I wish I was there to fuck you.” He turned his camera so that she could finally see his hand moving up and down on his cock, kind of leisurely, as if he didn’t want to come too soon. “Now, Christine, don’t move. Watch my hands but don’t touch yourself. Don’t do anything but breathe.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She watched as he ran the tips of his fingers over the slit where the pre-cum leaked out. Jake’s pleasure, not her own, zipped through her body. As he spread the small amount of liquid over the head of his cock, Christine moaned. With his other hand, he gave his balls a squeeze and she felt the sharp pain, pain that felt good.

  She heard his voice, both through the computer speakers and in her head. “I wish you were here to suck me.”

  She couldn’t even respond as he sped up his hands. She didn’t need to see it happening on the screen because she could feel it, as if she’d merged with Jake. She felt his heart race and his breathing speed up. Glancing away from the screen, she looked down at her flat belly, her crossed legs, her hands spread on the bed behind her holding her up in this seated position. Nothing, nothing was touching her, but she felt that tightening that presaged orgasm. She felt her balls tighten, but she didn’t have any. She looked at the screen again and Jake’s hand was pumping his cock furiously.

  “Fuck, so good,” he said gruffly, barely audible since his mouth wasn’t near the computer, but she felt the words coming out of her throat hoarsely. “Don’t move, Christine. I know you want to. I can feel how turned-on you are. It’s blending…God.” With a final jerk, cum squirted out of Jake’s cock, hitting his stomach, glistening in the room light.

  And Christine orgasmed without placing a single finger or vibrator on her body. Her vagina squeezed and spasmed. Her nipples were painfully stiff. Her stomach seemed to have warm liquid pooling on it, though it wasn’t on her, it was on Jake.

  Jake continued squeezing, easing his fingers just over the edge onto the head of his cock. Each time he did this, Christine felt another aftershock as his stomach jerked. He rolled onto his back, semi-erect cock still in Christine’s view as he finally let his hand slip aw
ay and rest on the bed. After a minute where his breathing slowed, he adjusted the camera to his face again.

  Christine’s body had turned into gelatin. She lay back on the bed finally and turned her computer so Jake could see her face. Their eyes met. Christine had never, ever climaxed like that in her life. Instead of the emptiness of subspace, it was like an overwhelming fullness, an absolute completeness. It was two people becoming one without ever touching.

  “I felt the ice cube on my stomach,” Jake said slowly. Christine nodded. “And you felt every second of me jerking off.” It wasn’t a question.

  One part of Christine’s brain wanted to blurt out, “Can we do that again tomorrow night?” The other part was feeling shocky and wondering if she should call 9-1-1. All she knew was that she wasn’t ready for a conversation about this. “Um, I think I can sleep now.”

  “Yeah, me too.” His eyes were barely open. “A guy thing.”

  She smirked. “An orgasm thing.”

  He pretended to give her a smooch. “I love you, Christine.”

  “Um, bye.” She closed the program and her computer before she could see any disappointment on his face. She wasn’t ready to say she loved him, to acknowledge this mate bonding thing. Hell, she still couldn’t wrap her head around the werewolf thing. There wasn’t anything about this relationship that didn’t have her full of doubt…except that massive orgasm. She would’ve fallen asleep worrying about everything if her body hadn’t been so replete. As it was, she lost consciousness within a minute of turning off her computer.

  And this time she didn’t dream.

  * * * * *

  When Dean started to make fun of Jake’s texting activity, he realized he needed to slow down. Even though he longed for some real communication with Christine through whatever media she chose, he was doing his best not to push any part of their relationship. Christine was damn good at avoiding issues. It was as if they were an old married couple when she said she was too tired or had a headache whenever he suggested Skyping again. She hadn’t been on Facebook much and was only answering half his texts. With this mate thing, they had their whole lives, but the gibbous moon was making Jake extremely antsy.

  Talking to Dean’s mother was doing more than making him antsy. It was making him pissed.

  “You know I go hunting on the full moon, for all the years you’ve known me.” He tried to keep his voice down since Dean was studying in the next room, even though he wanted to scream at his ex-wife via the cell phone.

  “We’re leaving the country, Jake. You can’t expect me to postpone this trip just so you can go hunting.”

  “When did you start planning this trip? Why didn’t you mention it before now?”

  “Well, it was more spur-of-the-moment.”

  “Well, why can’t you spur-of-the-moment it a few days later?”

  “We’ve already got the tickets and they’re non-refundable. Why don’t you just let him stay in the apartment alone? He’s grown up enough.”

  “Because we’re not out in the sticks somewhere. We live in a big, dangerous city.”

  “Just ’cause you’ve seen some bad things from your cab doesn’t mean the whole city’s unsafe.”

  A few things? He’d been held up twice, once with a knife and once with a gun, both to the back of his neck. He’d let someone off in a questionable neighborhood where the man had said he lived and was driving away when the guy was gunned down. Jake went to the police, but not until he’d gotten out of the neighborhood, praying no one had seen his cab number. And a woman in this apartment building had recently been raped in the parking garage. They’d caught the guy who’d been dumb enough to disregard security cameras, but it was the sort of random thing that he couldn’t leave his young son to fend off on his own. Not to mention what his son might decide to do if left on his own. Jake had his own cautionary tales from when he was young.

  “I’m not leaving him alone.”

  “Then you’ll either have to skip this one stupid hunting trip—why are they so important anyway?—or find someone else to watch him.”

  “Which would’ve been fine if you’d given me more notice!”

  Dean walked into the kitchen at that point, so Jake did his best not to slam down the phone.

  “Talking to Mom again, huh?”

  “How could you tell?” He tried to lighten his tone, but he didn’t know what to do now. No one understood why his “hunting trips” were so important and on such a specific schedule—he and his ex had had many arguments about that. And he certainly couldn’t tell Dean that his good old dad needed to go howl at the moon. That was the reason he’d never just lock himself in the closet like he’d done when Christine was here.

  Dean could never find out. What if he hated him, feared him, ran away from him? What if Jake hurt his own son? It was too much to risk. There was too much to lose.

  A couple of hours later, feeling a bit calmer, he was on Facebook chatting with Christine, when he started going off about his thoughtless ex and her sudden trip.

  I need someone to watch him.

  What about a neighbor? Does he have grandparents?

  Grandparents on Alaskan cruise and they never helped anyway. Don’t know my neighbors.

  I wish I could help.

  He had the sensation that Christine immediately knew she shouldn’t have typed that.

  You can help. You’d be perfect.

  I’m nowhere near you.

  I’ll pay for your plane ticket. Just two days and it falls on a weekend.

  I don’t know what to do with an adolescent boy!

  Don’t worry. He’ll ignore you the whole time if you keep him supplied with snacks and video games.

  After some more back and forth, he’d convinced her. She’d allow a bit more time, since Jake needed time to drive to the compound after getting her from the airport and making sure Dean knew the ground rules.

  The next day he told Dean.

  “That lady from Florida?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Cool.”

  “Still have to do your homework.”

  “Not cool.”

  He and his son grinned at each other and ordered pizza.

  * * * * *

  Christine couldn’t believe she’d just spent several hours at the airport and on a plane to come back to Jake’s apartment, the scene of her possible LSD trip or her boyfriend turning into a wolf, not so she could have hot sex with Jake, but so she could watch his son. She was so not mother material.

  But then she didn’t need to be. Jake was handling that role fine, with checklists and emergency phone numbers, where the closest hospital was, who at his cab company to ask for if they needed to go anywhere.

  “Jesus, Dad, you’re going to be gone less than two days. Nothing that exciting is going to happen in that amount of time.”

  Christine nodded and prayed that Dean was right. She was actually more concerned about trying to cook for the kid, since that was not her strong suit, and whether she’d have to argue with him about homework. Dean rolled his eyes and went into his room. Beeps and squeals and weird music signaled that he was playing video games.

  Jake took the alone time to kiss her. A nice, long, lots-of-tongue kiss. “God, I can’t believe Dean gets to be here with you and I don’t.”

  “Well, drive back fast and maybe we’ll have a little time before my flight.”

  Jake gave her another quick kiss. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “So you’ll be able to call and talk to me up until nightfall. I always try to get there an hour or two before dark just in case. Plus it’s the only time I get to talk to the others.”

  She wanted to ask him about the others but she had a more pressing worry. “Jake, do you think I’ll feel you change this time with you so far away?”

  “God, I hope not. If you’re awake and have the TV on or whatever, I don’t think you’ll be that connected to me when it happens.”

  “Don’t go to
bed early…gotcha. So, what are these others like?”

  Jake smiled. “Well, for being a bunch of werewolves, they’re pretty normal.”

  “Not all drop-dead gorgeous?”

  “I’d say they’re all pretty athletic, but they’re different heights, hair color.”

  “What about their eyes?”

  “They vary too, but they are all colors you’d see in wolf eyes, blue, hazel, gold.”

  All too soon, Jake left Christine alone with his son. She shouldn’t be nervous, but sometimes kids saw things a lot more clearly than expected. She was worried he might ask her some awkward questions about her and Jake’s relationship or he’d give her a hard time and question her authority.

  She knocked on his bedroom door. “Yep!” She took that to be permission to open it. He paused his game.

  “So…when do you usually do homework?”

  “Whenever.”

  “And do you want something for lunch? It’s about that time.”

  “I’ll micro something. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Okay, well, I’m here if you need me.”

  “I won’t.”

  With that, Christine ducked out of the room and went to find her laptop. Even though she’d conceded to Jake’s request, she still had tons of work to do and hopefully that would make her awkward time with Dean pass quickly. The kid appeared briefly, microwaved some Hot Pockets, then disappeared into his room again. A couple of hours later he popped out. “Just letting you know I’m doing my homework. I’m sure my dad will be calling you soon, so you can tell him.”

  “Uh, okay.” Should she ask for verification? She decided that was beyond the role of babysitter. He returned to his room.

  Jake called at four. “How’s it going?”

  “Peachy.”

  “That good, huh?”

  “He told me to tell you he’s doing his homework.”

  “Did you actually see the homework?”

  “I think I’ll leave that for you two to work out.”

  Jake chuckled. “Okay, I’ll let you slide on that one. You know, his mom’s probably right that he could stay home by himself, but he’s still…”

  “Your little boy. I know.”