Frozen Barriers

by Sara Shirley

  “Well, if that’s all it takes to get you to moan, I’ll consider myself a lucky man,” he says, his lips hovering over my ear. He stands and adjusts his pants before reaching out to take my hand.

  “No fair.” I stand with my hands on my hips, facing him. “You cheated. I wasn’t ready for the sneak attack!”

  He pulls my body into his, and I’m instantly weak in the knees. Grabbing my ass, he whispers into my ear, “I haven’t even shown you how sneaky I can be yet.” Gasping softly as my heartbeat races, I realize I’m actually eager to find out how sneaky he can be.

  As Jeremy and I walk back to his truck, we talk about random insignificant information in the form of a game. He says it is like playing Twenty Questions, but with a twist. If I can’t come up with an answer to one of his twenty questions, he gets a free pass to show me another one of his sneaky talents. I agree without any reservation. Who can’t answer the questions in Twenty Questions? Thinking I have this in the bag, I tell him the rules go both ways, but if he can’t answer one of my questions, I get to cancel out his sneaky clause. Game on! The questions start easy enough.

  “Favorite color?”

  “Easy. Green.”

  “Favorite television show?”

  “No problem. Friends.”

  “Favorite band?”

  “Hands down. The Civil Wars.”

  “What one item would you take with you if you were stranded on a deserted island?”“That’s tougher. Sunscreen.”

  Easy enough, right? That’s what I think until he raises the ante on question twenty. “What song was on the radio when I dropped you off at your house after Margaritas?” he asks me. What the hell? How am I supposed to know the answer to that? Nothing comes to mind except remembering being completely mesmerized by his eyes. “Give up?” he asks. Like I have a choice.

  I can guess, so I say, “Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Since You’ve Been Gone.’”

  Shaking his head no, he reveals, “ It was ‘Lonely no More’ by Rob Thomas.”

  “How was I supposed to remember that?” I raise my hands up in defeat before releasing a long breath.

  “Well, I remembered it, and you were in the car with me, so therefore, fair question. I guess it’s time for me to get sneaky,” he says playfully.

  While we drive back to my house, I try to think of nineteen questions to ask him before I lay on a trick question myself. I’m not going down without a fight. No way! I start with the simple ones.

  “Favorite Color?”

  “Blue.”

  “Favorite hockey team?”

  “Monarchs.” He winks after that one because I know he most likely wants to say the Bruins.

  “Favorite sexual position?”

  He hesitates, clearly not expecting me to ask that. “Letting the girl ride me.”

  I’m guessing he’s done this before with other girls, but at least I know what he likes now. Next comes question twenty, just as we pull onto my street.

  “I have a tattoo. What is it?” By the shocked look on his face, I’m guessing the past few times he’s seen me partially naked, he hasn’t noticed it. It’s not large, but you can see it if you are truly looking for it. “I’m going out on a limb by saying the lack of an answer means you don’t have a clue, and therefore, cannot answer the question.”

  Putting the truck in park outside of the garage, he turns to stare at me in the dark, only illuminated by the spotlight mounted on the garage. He shakes his head, and I can tell he’s trying to replay all the places he hasn’t seen me naked. “I can’t answer the question, but when the hell did you get a tattoo, and how the hell have I not noticed it yet?” he says with some frustration behind his voice. I cannot contain the smile on my face because he’s unable to answer the question.

  I tease, “Guess this means I’m able to cancel the clause of the bet, unless…” I watch as his eyes widen. “…unless, of course, you want to come upstairs, and I show you where my tattoo is hiding.”

  The last sounds I hear from Jeremy as I push open the truck door to hop out are a low growl and the muttered words, “Woman, you are such a cock tease.” We’ll see how much of that statement is true when he realizes where my tattoo really is.

  As Emily leads me into her place, I shut the door behind me. I tell myself I’ll let her take the reins with what we do in the bedroom, but this woman has made my dick stand at attention since we left the boardwalk. How was I supposed to know she’d turn Twenty Questions into a sexual exploration of knowledge? Every fuckin’ question she asked I pictured her doing exactly that to me, on me, and under me. Then, to take the cake, she has a tattoo?! Where the hell is it? Whenever I heard that as her last question, my dick went hard as a rock. I’m just glad it was dark in the truck, so she couldn’t see. She sashayed out of the truck and realized she was most certainly a cock tease. That little minx has a naughty side, and I’m determined to find that hidden tattoo before the night is over. Hell yes. Call me a horny bastard. She started it, and every girl knows you don’t start something you can’t finish.

  So, here we are now in a showdown in her place. I know she’s waiting for me to pounce. Sorry, babe, two can play this game. I’m just not sure I’m going to win. The girl has twenty-two years of dedication to keeping men away. My resolve isn’t that strong. I’m shocked she actually caved earlier this week at my house. I just have to use the right head to play my cards properly.

  Slipping out of her blazer, she saunters over to the fridge to grab a bottled water. Then, she slowly discards her scarf as she leans over to begin removing her boots. Yeah, I know what she’s trying to do, but I’m not breaking. I don’t even care that when she bent over to unzip the boots she gave me a fantastic view of her rack nestled nicely in another lace bra. Seriously, does this girl own anything but lace bras? I’m not complaining, but holy fuck, it’s killing me not to run over there and shove her against the wall to remove all her clothing.

  Before I know it, she’s standing right in front of me with her chest pushed into my stomach. A low growl releases in my throat, and she starts laughing. Pushing her hands into the back pockets of my jeans, she pulls out my phone and tosses it onto the kitchen table. She must have hit something on the screen because my music starts playing. Clearly, I didn’t close out of something while we were dancing at the beach. Nickelback’s “Shakin’ Hands” blasts from the phone.

  As I reach to turn it off, Emily pulls me back to her and toward her bed as she walks backward. “Keep it playing. I want to hear what kind of music you like to listen to. Plus, you’ve got a search mission to go on,” she says with a devilish grin on her face as she pulls me closer to her bed.

  Her legs hit her bed, and before I can tell my brain to ask before I act, my lips crash into hers, and I aggressively push my tongue into her mouth. She moans as she’s forcibly unbuttoning my shirt while pulling it out of my pants. After she pushes the shirt off my shoulders, I pull away from her just long enough to pull my arms out of the sleeves. Before my lips are back on hers, she’s removed her tunic top and is standing there in that fantastic lace bra. Just like that, my dick is ready to burst through my pants, and she’s reaching for my belt, pulling it back and pushing open my button and unzipping my fly.

  Before I can register what’s happening, she’s pushing my pants to the floor and kneeling before me. She reaches up to run her fingers under the waist of my boxer briefs.

  “Emily?” I question what she’s trying to do. Not that I don’t already have a general idea, but she shouldn’t think this is all about me. Although, the look she’s giving me from on her knees as her face is a mere inches away from my cock is telling me she wants to take control. Not happening tonight, sweetheart. I’ve got a tattoo to find. Yeah, you thought I’d forgotten all about that. I may have a lot of pucks hit my head, but when it comes to a challenge, my head is completely in the game.

  Reaching down, I pull her up to her feet and toss her onto her bed. When her ass hits the bed, she bounces along with her fluffy
comforter. Quickly kicking off my shoes and pushing my feet through the ends of my pants, I crawl up onto her bed and lean over her to look her into her eyes. Tucking her bottom lip under her teeth, she leans up on her elbows and shakes her blonde hair away, letting it fall slightly to touch the bed. Fuck me. Is she sure she’s never done this before?

  Infant Sorrow’s “Inside of You” begins filling the air. Are you fuckin’ kidding me right now? Emily starts laughing hysterically. Moving up to wrap her arms around my neck, she pulls me down to her. “I didn’t take you for a Russell Brand kind of guy, but good to see you have a softer side.”

  Pushing my hardened cock into her thigh, I say matter-of-factly, “Does that feel soft to you?” Suddenly, Emily goes silent. Shit, there I go thinking with the wrong head again. I drop my head to her chest and let out a long breath.

  She must sense something about my change in mood, because she pulls my head back up to look at her. “I thought you were on a mission to find my mysterious tattoo?” Just like that, my right head is back in the game.

  “Tell me if anything I do is too much, too fast. Okay?” I say as I begin to move up to my knees on her bed. Nodding back at me, she gives me the green light.

  Hmm. If I were a hidden tattoo, where would I be? It’s got to be under her pants. It’s the only place I haven’t ventured a look yet. She’s been in her underwear before, but I wasn’t scoping something out like I am now.

  Slowly and tantalizingly, I begin removing her black leggings until I pull her feet through the ends. Her eyes never leave mine. I see her visibly relax a little until I begin checking out her body for the hidden treasure. The only clothing remaining on her are her lace bra and pink lace thong. I know it’s not anywhere near her breasts. I’ve had a close view of those already.

  As if right on queue, TLC’s “Red Light Special” starts playing on my phone. What the hell? I break out into a full-bellied laugh. “Seriously, I didn’t plan on these songs popping up.” I shake my head in between my laughing as she eyes me questioningly.

  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you purposely put those songs on there just to try to get me to submit to your advances.”

  “Trust me. I don’t need music to seduce you, babe. I’m pretty sure you’re the one who took off my clothes. Now, where the fuck is this tattoo?”

  Emily reaches up to slide her hand beneath the top of her thong as if giving me a clue. I gently begin pushing my fingers into the sides of the lace, pulling it down. I watch her close her eyes for just a minute as I pull them over her feet and toss them onto the floor. She’s pulled her knees tight together now; I know she’s nervous as all hell. I may have had my hand on her heated wetness the other day, but this time, she’s completely exposed to me. Placing my hands on each of her knees, I feel her relaxing under my massaging fingers. Within a few seconds, she opens her legs for me to see what she’s hiding. Running across her pelvic bone directly above her neatly trimmed landing strip of hair are the scrolled letters “Dreams are your escape from reality.” Holy shit! When did she get that? The only way I missed this the other day was because her yoga pants covered my hand. Well, that and my eyes were fixated on her breasts and lips.

  Trailing my fingers across the lettering, I feel her body shudder under my touch. “You’re beautiful, Emily. Are you still waiting to escape into your dreams?”

  Her arm reaches up to rub the stubble on my cheek. Then, her fingers slink into my hair as she pulls me down to her. “I think some of my dreams are right in front of me,” she says before licking her lips and bringing my own lips to hers. Pulling away slowly, I bring one of my hands to delicately rub her thigh and wrap her leg around my waist.

  “Tell me what you want, Emily. I told you before. You’re in control here.” She turns her head, and I know she’s scared to ask. Pulling her chin back to face me, I ease her mind by saying, “If this is too much, too fast, just tell me. It’s just me, Em. Don’t be scared to tell me what you’re feeling.”

  Shaking her head, she replies, “It’s not that this is too much. I’m just not sure what to do. I mean, we haven’t talked about this yet, and it probably should have been one of my twenty questions, but I’d assume you’ve done this plenty of times, and I’m…”

  Em! Stop!” I cut her off before she goes any further. Shit, that came out harsher than I wanted it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. If you are asking how many girls I’ve been with, then the answer is five. None of them hold a candle to you, though. You are without a doubt the sexiest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. Now, if we can focus your attention back to us, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

  I see a sliver of playfulness in her eyes again before she says, “Well, I’ve read books and seen pictures of things we can do that don’t necessarily involve us having sex. I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to. God, I want to. I’m just not ready yet.” So, she just basically gave me permission to do anything except have sex with her. Game on!

  Pulling her into my arms, I roll her over so she’s straddling me. I see her nervous smile as her hands rest on my abs, and I can feel her heat pooling against my boxers that are still keeping Fido contained. So help me, if she removes those, there’s no telling what he’s capable of.

  Pushing up, I reach behind her, unclasping her bra and watching as it slides down her arms and onto the bed. Looking up into her eyes as I lie back down, my hands hold onto her hips as my thumbs rub over her tattoo again. Funny thing, those dreams. If she only knew how many of my dreams include her. I see her slickness on my boxers the longer I gently trace her tattoo. Her body shivers and moans as her head drops back and her fingers skate over my chest. Taking her by surprise, I start to shimmy my body between her legs. “Trust me?” I ask before my head goes to places unknown. Nodding with widened eyes, she gives me the go ahead, and I go in for the kill.

  Once in position, I spread her a little more so her pussy sits right above my mouth. I grab her ass to hold her still. Something tells me the minute my tongue makes contact, she’ll be moving her hips like Shakira. Keeping her positioned right above my head, I pull her forward a bit, running my tongue over the words inscribed on her body. A shuddering moan leaves her lips, and I know she fully trusts me as her body goes lax.

  I start slow at her clit, and the minute my mouth is on her, all I hear is, “Holy shit, Jeremy!” She tries grinding against my mouth almost immediately, but I’m not having any of that just yet. I keep her still as I lick and suck her clit teasingly slow until she is close, and her moans become shortened gasps. Before I know it, I set her off with one more circular lick. I glide my tongue to her slit, gently letting it slide inside her to suck up her juices. Feeling her body start trembling again as she gasps my name and mixes a few Oh’s and God’s, I know it’s time to let her crumble. I bring my mouth back to her clit and push two fingers inside her, looking for the spot. Feeling all her muscles tighten around my fingers, I look her dead in the eyes as she tries to focus.

  “Come for me, Emily. Come on, baby. I want to hear you scream.” Seconds later with one last lick, I let her hips go wild, feeling her inner muscles throb around my fingers and her knees tighten around my head. Things get a little fuzzy with my lack of air, but I believe I hear her scream my name amidst the floodgates opening. Once I know she is fully sated, I roll her onto her back. As she looks up at me with glazed eyes, I realize I’ve done a good job. She reaches for me to kiss her, letting our tongues twist as she tastes herself on my lips. She slides one hand down my boxers and grabs my cock. Holy shit. That hand of hers is deadly. “Emily,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “I need to repay the favor,” she replies with pleading eyes. As much as I’d love to see what her mouth could do to my cock, tonight is not the night. I’m not that much of an asshole, but she is offering, though.

  I know she senses my hesitation, and before she can get her mind thinking, I suggest another idea. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s go take a quick shower
, and we’ll let your hand work its magic on me, and then I get to wash you from head to toe.” After pulling her hand from my boxers, she sprints for the bathroom. Slowly making my way over to her, I notice the biggest shit-eating smile on her face. “What’s that smile for?” I ask.

  She giggles to herself as she places her palms on my chest once I’m in front of her. “I was just thinking that you are sooooo much better than Gigi!” she says straight-faced.

  “Who the fuck is Gigi, and how is she better than me?” I scowl.

  Another chuckle comes from Emily’s mouth as she begins to slowly turn for the shower. “Oh….Gigi’s just my vibrator.” What the double fuck?

  I drop to my knees, slapping my hands over my heart. “You’ve got a vibrator named Gigi? Any other sexual surprises you want to share with me?” She laughs as her naked ass walks away from me to turn on the shower, and my last thought before she disappears into the steam is I think I’m in love.

  Sunday morning has always been my time to be alone. Me and the ice. Nothing else matters. After my first official date with Jeremy on Friday and then an awful practice yesterday, I’m glad to have this hour-and-a-half to myself. Milton is making his final pass along the outside edge of the ice on the Zamboni as he drives by me. After tying the last knot of my laces, I pull down my leggings over my boot. I slowly make my way over to the ice, remove my blade guards, and step onto the even surface. I love the smoothness of the clean ice and the quietness of the rink without anyone judging me from the stands.

  Skating my way over to the end of the rink, I stop to say good morning to Milton. “Hi, Milton. How have things been?”

  Milton stops scooping the remaining slushy snow from the Zamboni and looks up at me. “Things are good around here. I see our local skater is a top contender for next year’s Olympics. The article in the Globe last week really put you in the spotlight.” Ugh! That article. Mother didn’t even tell me about the questions. Great manager she is. All I was told was the Globe was stopping by for some pictures and to ask a few questions. What she neglected to inform me of was the fact that they emailed her the article questions, and she answered them for me.