Frozen Over

by Tarrah Anders

“You want to get philosophical?” He whispers, his eyes still on mine as I nod.

  “I want to speak to your pussy personally, teach it the ABC’s. I’m afraid that’s the most philosophical you will get from me right now baby.”

  “I’m sure you could recite some poetry or something.” I quip.

  “Indeed I can. Roses are red, violets are blue. Hold on tight, coz I’m gonna fuck you.” He whispers as he kisses the inside of my thighs.

  And just like that he pulled the panel of my panties aside and ran his finger along my seam. His head leaned in and with a swipe of his tongue, I shivered and his other hand came to grasp my hip to hold me in place as his tongue plunged into me. He was sucking on my clit as his fingers eased in and out of me. I could feel my release pending and when he flattened his tongue, hummed and then circled my clit several time, the gates were opened and I was exploding on his tongue. With incoherent words, I grasped his head by his hair and yanked him up. He willingly came up and began unbuckling his belt. His hand palmed his erection and stroked it from base to tip, he looked up at me through hooded eyes, a slow smile came across his face as he licked his lips, wet from my moisture. He lined himself up with me and thrust in. His attention was where our bodies were connected and as I could feel another orgasm rearing I gripped onto his shoulders with a sudden intake of breath I was exploding again.

  He gripped my hips and thrust faster into me chasing his own release. His lips took mine roughly as he continued to pound into me, his grunts and breathing erratic and as he lifts his head, his eyes connecting with mine, he leans in and kisses me passionately as he released into me. His thrusts shallow and halting as he presses into me. He continues to kiss me as I feel his dick twitching then he pulls back and smiles.

  “That was… philosophical, yeah?” He smiles.

  “I think we just had a great meeting of the minds right there.” I smile as he opens a drawer and pulls out a wad of napkins and holds them to my center as he pulls out. He’s still semi-hard and his dick is glistening with our combined juices. Before he cleans himself up, I scoot off the desk and fall to my knees. It happened so fast, Tyson had no idea where I was going. He opens his mouth to speak, however as my mouth closed around his tip, he moaned.

  “Fuck.” He says as I hallow out my cheeks as I lift off. I lick the underside and then take him back into my mouth again. His dick hits the back of my mouth and I’m proud of my gag reflex for not showing up at this moment. Tyson’s hand goes to my head and hold me in a spot as his hips make quick movements. I hum in approval and with my tongue add some in mouth caressing.

  “Shit, I’m going to come again.” He breathes out, his gaze fixed on the movements. I nod in encouragement as a suck him like a vacuum. He eases up a bit on his thrusts and let me take the lead again. Soon, he’s swearing and shooting his load into the back of my throat. I lick up every last bit and remove myself from him slowly. He sits down heavily onto his desk chair, with his pants down at his ankles and his hair disheveled, yet he looks fully satisfied. As he regains his breath, he shakes his head slightly with a smirk on his face.

  “That was definitely amazing.” He breathes out.

  I lick my lips and nod and stand up.

  “I’ve never come that quickly twice in a row. You hold the magical power woman.” He says as he stands and picks up his pants.

  “I thought since I came twice, that I should have only reciprocated.” I smile leaning into his to kiss his jaw.

  He smiles as he straightens his clothing.

  ”Best girlfriend ever.” He mumbles.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  TYSON

  Prior to leaving the house, Allison took longer to get ready than usual yet when she walked down the stairs I was speechless. It was straight out of a scene from a movie, she walked down the staircase in slo-motion, taking each step carefully. She had my full attention and my jaw had hit the floor.

  She brushed her curled hair off of her shoulder and slowly looked up at me through her eyelashes. A slow smile spread across her lips as our eyes connected as she made her way down to me. She was dressed elegantly in a long royal blue silk halter dress. There was a slit on the right side, which went to her mid-thigh. My fingers itched to graze her skin to reach her center that I can only hope is wet for me. Down boy! Her make-up was simple and her hair was loose and curled at the ends. She looked beautiful and I felt like the luckiest man to be able to call her mine.

  When she reached me, she lifted her hand and caressed my cheek. She was communicating wordlessly to me, but I could feel the love radiating off of her. I was dressed in a simple black tuxedo. Not as much of a wow factor as what she's pulling off, but it looks like she likes what she sees. Before leaving the house, I stopped us in front of the full length mirror that hung on the wall beside the front door and took a look at us. We complimented each other perfectly. We were an attractive couple together, I won’t lie. She looked at our reflection with a warm smile with her hand in mine. She then looked at me, and kissed my cheek.

  “Time to go.” She whispers.

  ***

  My arm is firmly around Allison’s waist as we make our way through the gala. We smiled for photos when we arrived, I answered a few questions that were shouted out by the paps and then soon we were inside and grabbing our first of many flutes of champagne for the evening.

  "Tyson Maddox, pleased to meet you." I hold my hand out to the gentlemen in front of me.

  We exchange pleasantries and his date fails to notice Allison beside me or her own date as she stares abashedly at me. Slyly touching my arm as she laughs at something I said that wasn’t even remotely funny or to her. I used to find that kind of behavior as an “in” to hook up with someone somewhere behind her dates back, but now with Allison by my side that is far from my mind, I’m only annoyed.

  We excuse ourselves and find our way to our table. As we sit down, my hand grazes her bare shoulder. I sit beside her, face her and lean into her. My nose is running alongside her shoulder to her neck as I reach her ear. She looks amazing and I’m having some serious issues with keeping my hands to myself or my dick calm.

  "There's a coat closet down the hallway to the right, over past the hospital poster. Meet me there in five minutes." I whisper, as I see goose bumps form on her skin.

  She turns her head, catches my eyes, smiles and nods.

  I kiss her cheek and stand. I adjust my jacket, pretend that I'm fixing my cufflinks. I give her shoulder a squeeze, kiss the top of her head and slowly make my way around the room with the intention to end up in the coat room for our mid-evening rendezvous. I kept my conversations along the way brief and maybe a minute or two later than arranged, I'm slowly opening the door.

  Allison's back is turned to me as I enter. She looks coyly over her shoulder as I lock the door and slowly approach her.

  "This dress on you is stunning." I whisper leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "I've been thinking all of kinds of ways that I can have my way with you tonight."

  "Oh yeah? And what ways would that be Mr. Maddox?" She plays along.

  "First, I ask you to meet me in the coat room since my first option would have been too obvious."

  "And what is the first option?"

  "To eat your pussy under the table." She giggles then coughs to compose herself and get back into her role.

  "Then what?"

  "Well, since I have the first nixed, the coat room... I'd back you up against the wall." I say doing exactly that.

  "Yeah?"

  "Oh yeah. Then, I'd do less talking and more action." I pull her right leg up and wrap it around my hip, the slit allowing perfect access.

  I unbuckle my belt, pull out my rock hard dick with an imprint of my dress pants zipper and slide right into her. We both moan, our foreheads together, our eyes gazing into one another as I fuck her in the coat room at a freaking children’s gala. This was a first.

  ***

  We’re driving home in silence, with whatever crazy pop stat
ion Allison has turned on. She’s singing lightly and bobbing her head to the beat while my fingers are drawing circles on her thigh. I maneuver lanes and smile as her voice gets a little louder. I look over at her and she’s full on singing now, granted she doesn’t know all the words and keeps inserting random words where she flubs, I smile and shake my head as I focus on the road. Christmas day was tomorrow, and we haven’t made it fully official yet, but we were pulling up to our home, I squeezed her knee slightly, wishing she could read my thoughts. We’re home.

  We haven’t left each other’s sides at night since we got back together, and I was itching on a daily basis to make it official and have her move in. But with the help of Lincoln and his idea of how to approach the subject, I was waiting until I gave her the Christmas present I got her.

  I parked in my spot in the garage, next to an empty spot where a new car will go tomorrow afternoon once it’s delivered. Allison looked confused as the garage has since been rearranged, yet she didn’t say anything as we got out. When we went inside and up to the top floor, she excused herself to the restroom and I went into the closet and began undressing. When she came out, I was sliding under the covers into bed. She was still wearing her gown as she shimmied to the closet. Moments later, she came out wearing one of my worn t-shirts and slides into bed beside me.

  My arm went around her as she snuggled into me.

  “Thank you for tonight.” She says quietly.

  “No, thank you for tonight. I wouldn’t have gone without you. And you gave a whole new meaning to the word coat closet.” I smile kissing the top of her head.

  “That was fun.” She giggles.

  “First time for everything.”

  “You mean you, playboy Maddox, has never boinked in the coat closet?” She leans up staring at me.

  “Nope. Wait, have you?”

  “Prom. Senior year.” She hides her face under the covers.

  “You floozy.” I joke.

  “Tonight surpassed that night by a long shot.” She says, peering over the edge of the blanket at me.

  “I would hope so. So what other scandalous things did teenage Allison do?”

  “She streaked with a few others during a football game.”

  “People do that?”

  “It was a rebellion.”

  “I’m sure the guys were running toward you, rather than from you.” I smile, only slightly jealous.

  “My boyfriend at the time, dumped me after that. Thought I was too wild.”

  “You don’t strike me as being too wild as a teenager. You’ve got just the right amount of wild to you.”

  “I was far from wild. There are only a handful of wild things I’ve done in my life. I’m quite tame.”

  I playfully poke her in the ribcage and she squirms out from my grasp, she then turns to face me with a stern look on her face and her finger pointing at me.

  “Do that again, and I’ll flick you on the forehead!” She threatens.

  “Oh, I’m scared.” I say making another grab for her. She’s quick and pins me down by straddling my thighs. She has my arms pined against the bed and her feet tucked so I can’t really move my legs. She’s stronger than I was anticipating. She’s smiling as she leans down. Her face is inches away from mine. She flicks out her tongue and licks my lips then pulls back.

  “You’re at my mercy.” She whispers.

  “I am. What are your plans with me?” I ask.

  “I might just tease you all night.” She says after a moment.

  “Baby, you tease me all the time when I’m not inside of you. How will that be any different than normal?” I ask.

  “For one, I may do this.” She says scooting up and then circling her hips across my groin. The small amount of friction just enough to make my dick twitch. She then leans down and licks my bottom lip again, I open my mouth to fully kiss her but she pulls back again with a coy smile.

  “Nope. I’m in charge here buddy.” She says shaking her head.

  “Torturous woman!” I thrust up my hips and buck her off, and soon I am pinning her to the bed.

  I grind myself on her and lean down to bite her bottom lip. She moans and grinds her center when I push into her.

  “The roles have been reversed love.” I say as I lean down. Just an inch from her lips, I whisper. “But I’m not going to torture you, I’m going to make you melt. You forget who’s the boss here, the one in control, but don’t worry – it will always be me.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  ALLISON

  I spent the entire week leading up to Christmas learning everything that I could when it comes to making a grand dinner for Christmas. Lincoln helped me in the kitchen as much as I would let him as I wanted to accomplish this task on my own. He even bought me a frilly apron which has been since worn in and out of the kitchen as soon as Tyson saw me wearing it after work one evening.

  I was checking on the turkey and ham one last time before I started to get ready for the evening. Tyson was in his bathroom shaving as I entered the room. I hadn’t left his house all week, aside from the Gala, the grocery store and going home to get some clothes to wear. Slowly the walk in closet had some of my belongings in there as Tyson refused to let me take it back to my house. They randomly were laundered and folded and placed isn’t here by an imaginary person, a laundry elf. I’m sure Tyson has someone who does the housework, but they must be house elves as I haven’t seen anyone aside from Lincoln around the house.

  “There you are. I was wondering when you were going to come up here.” He says running the blade under his chin as he shaved. He dressed in worn black jeans and a faded concert shirt, looking delicious while he shaves off the last bit of shaving cream.

  “It’s a lot of work, this whole cooking thing. But I’m really enjoying it.” I smile, retrieving the towel I’ve been using from the towel rack.

  “I’ve enjoyed it as well. I haven’t enjoyed you being so exhausted, but I can manage. Hey, before you jump in the shower, do you want to do presents now or when everyone leaves?” He asks after he rinses his face free from shaving cream.

  “Now?” I squeak, anticipation getting the better of me.

  He smiles wide and then throws the towel in my hand over the shower door and leads me downstairs and to the kitchen.

  “If you got me cooking ware, I think that would have been a waste of money.” I smile.

  “Not at all. But I’m sure the kitchen could use some new items, but that’s for another time.” He pulls me toward his office and then grabs a tie off the coat rack and ties it firmly over my eyes.

  “Okay, so I don’t want you to be upset with me or think that I spent too much. I wanted to do this for quite some time, but yeah… okay.” He grabs my hand again and I blindly let him lead me to wherever we’re going. I hear a door open and he guides me down two steps. By the smell in the air, we’re in his garage and then I hear the garage door opening. The chilly air hits my flushed skin as he leads me another twenty or so feet and then he suddenly stops.

  “Okay, close your eyes, I’m taking off your blindfold.” He instructs.

  He holds out my hand, palm up and places something metal in them.

  “Okay, open.”

  I’ve opened my eyes and straight in front of me is a navy blue brand new Honda Civic. I look down at my hand and there is a car key attached to a key ring with a set of other keys attached, looking between the keys in my hand and the car then at Tyson.

  “Ty, this is… this is too much.” I gasp my fingers curling around the keys.

  “No, I really wanted to get you a Tesla or something else, but I knew you wouldn’t approve, so this is just a more updated version of your old car.”

  “And where is my old car?” I question turning to face him.

  “At your dad’s garage. I may or may not have donated it.” He has a mischievous smile as he tries to look like this is a simple gift when it’s anything but and speak volumes.

  “Why Ty?”

  “Be
cause I wanted to babe, because I can.” He pulls me against him and kisses the top of my head.

  “What are the other keys?” I mumble against his shirt.

  “Oh yeah. I want you to move in too.” He says nonchalantly as he holds me tighter.

  “Excuse me? Isn’t that something that we should have discussed?” I say trying to pull back from his grasp.

  “Probably, but I knew you would and we’re heading in that direction anyways, right?”

  I stopped to think for a minute, and what he said was true. We didn’t spend a night alone, we’ve been together nearly every night since we got back together, but I’ve never lived with another person before, so I wasn’t sure the protocol for how these sort of things unfolded. I looked up to Tyson, to his eager eyes and I smiled. My arms wrapped around him.

  “Okay.” I relent, not wanting to try to make up reasons for not moving in.

  “Okay?” He asks to confirm.

  “Yeah, okay I’ll move in.”

  “And what about the car?” He asks.

  “That’s okay too.” I smile.

  “God, I love you.” He says as he pulls my face to him. Except as he kisses me, my mouth doesn’t react the same way his is trying to. He pulls back, confused and then his expression is surprised as he starts to stutter. “Um, shit. I wasn’t intending to just blurt that out, not at least until later, you know when I’m dick deep in you, but well, yeah.. I love you. I love you Allie.”

  “I… I love… you…. too.” I was on the brink of tears as he kisses me passionately. The kiss goes on forever minutes and with the wandering of his hands could have been deemed inappropriate if someone was to see us. Thankfully, his property was heavily shielded from neighbors and the street that I started to unbutton then unzip his pants in the driveway. He walked me back towards the garage and I felt my legs hit someone cold and hard as I twisted my wrist to stroke his erection.

  He moaned in the back of his throat as he let me have my way with him. Then he pulled away and his gaze piercing into mine nearly growls.