MeltMe

by Calista Fox

  Draping a narrow, buff-colored piece of cloth along her side, he then removed the two cubes from their frames and positioned them on her body. One sitting upright in the dip of her waist, the hole in the center facing forward. The other cube leaned at an angle against the first one. She had to rest her arm against her hip to keep them from sliding off her body, as they instantly started to melt because her skin was hotter than the freakin’ sun. Finn’s doing. The cloth protecting her from the “burn” of the ice was soaked within seconds, which felt good against her blazing flesh.

  She propped her head up with the other hand and winked at him. He started snapping shots. She gave him a few more sexy looks before the leaning cube slid away and landed on the sofa.

  “Got enough to work with?” she asked.

  “Enough to fantasize about from here to eternity,” he mumbled.

  Yvette laughed. “This was your idea, remember?”

  He put his camera down, lifted both the cubes and tossed them into the ice chest. Returning to her side, he sank a knee onto the cushion and rubbed the water that had pooled in the dip of her waist over her hips and stomach. Sweeping his hands upward, he coated her breasts with the cold water as she shifted onto her back.

  “That feels wonderful,” she said. Her nipples had never been so hard for so long, and Finn’s palms gliding over them made her painfully aware of how much she wanted him.

  How much more she wanted from him.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he asked.

  “Melted the ice right off my body.”

  He grinned. “Wasn’t talking about the temperature of your skin, doll.”

  She liked his little term of endearment. “Flattery will, of course, get you everywhere with me.”

  “And I still have places to go with you,” he told her as he bent his head to hers and kissed her again. It was hot and sexy and she wished it’d go on for days and days.

  He eventually pulled away and climbed off the sofa. Assessing her a moment, he said, “Roll onto your stomach.”

  She did as he asked.

  “Rest your head on your hands, but look at me. Legs bent at the knees, feet in the air.”

  “Deceptively innocent,” she said.

  “Right. Except for the come-fuck-me pumps you’re wearing and the bra you’re not.”

  He let out what could only be described as a growl. Low and primal. It sent a thrill of excitement shimmying down Yvette’s spine.

  “Such a naughty girl.” He snickered and moved toward her, seemingly envisioning the next pose, debating on any adjustments he might make.

  She watched him as his gaze slid over her like an intimate caress. He didn’t seem to miss an inch of her. Took her in from head to toe before saying, “I need a nice arch in your back. A distinctive curve.”

  His knee sank onto the sofa cushion, just behind her legs, still bent at a ninety-degree angle.

  “Come up on your arms a little more and lift your hips.”

  She did as he asked, effectively pushing her ass into the air.

  “Not too much, just…” He seemed to lose his train of thought as he stared at her butt.

  Yvette watched him over her shoulder. Loving the way his dark eyes glowed seductively, as though sexy thoughts were running through his mind. Not just the positioning he needed for this next shot, but what he planned to do to her later. Or over the weekend. Or in the next few seconds.

  He gripped her ankles and spread her legs apart. Then he leaned over her and hooked his fingers in the elastic band of her lacy boy-shorts. “Lift,” he said. She did, and he slid the panties over her ass and down her legs. She worked with him to get the panties off her body, with her legs still bent at the knees, her feet still dangling in the air.

  And speaking of dangling… He hooked the panties on one stiletto heel and smiled.

  “Nice touch,” she said.

  “Nice ass,” he replied as his gaze lingered on her bare cheeks.

  The heat roared through Yvette’s body once again. The internal fire grew as Finn moved between her legs, positioning his body in the vee created by her parted thighs. His hands gripped her waist and he lifted her up a bit more, causing her ass to push against his crotch. He was hard again.

  Yvette sighed. She was getting the hang of this four-scene seduction. In each one, Finn’s ice sculptures got smaller as the number of them multiplied and the amount of skin revealed increased.

  From behind her, his hands moved back to her ass. He cupped the cheeks and squeezed them, then bent down to take a playful nip at her flesh.

  She let out a tiny yelp, followed by, “Finn Griffith. You bad boy.”

  He grinned at her. “Yvette Samson. You naughty girl.”

  She sighed happily. “Guilty as charged.”

  His hand slid between her parted legs as he remained behind her. He stroked her slick folds, making her moan. Then he rubbed her clit, swollen and in need of his attention. But Yvette wanted more this time.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” she asked over her shoulder.

  His grin was positively wicked. “Yeah, babe. I am. But not this time. We’ll never get through the last two poses if I put my cock in your pussy. Your very wet, tight pussy,” he added as he pushed a finger deep inside her.

  “Finn!” Her excitement escalated as he stroked her quickly. “You’re going to have to stop teasing me eventually.”

  “You think this is easy for me?” He eyed her like a sailor who’d been out to sea too long. “I want to fuck you. Hard and fast. Until you come, screaming my name.”

  “Oh.” She gasped for air. “So why are you still wearing those briefs?”

  Mischief danced in his dark eyes. “You helped take the edge off so I can stay focused. Thanks for that, by the way.” He winked at her. Then he said, “But I need to concentrate so the shots are in focus. Once I’m inside you… I’m going to forget my own name.”

  “You are so very wicked,” she said.

  And obviously determined to get her off again. His hands shifted, the finger in her cunt withdrawing as he cupped her bare cheeks again. “I want the Cheshire Cat grin on this one,” he said of their next pose. “You don’t happen to have a—”

  “End table behind you,” she interjected in a breathless tone.

  Finn stared at her, surprised she knew the direction in which his thoughts had traveled. It wasn’t such a big mystery, she thought. If he wasn’t going to fuck her with his cock just yet…

  He left her for a brief moment as he went to the round end table and pulled the drawer open. Her goody drawer, containing a dildo, lubricant and condoms. His gaze flashed to her. “Seriously? In the living room?”

  “Hey, I live alone,” she reminded her. “I can fuck myself wherever I want.”

  He chuckled. “You and I really need to spend more time together.”

  “So this is the last time I’ll need that thing?” she asked as he took the dildo from the drawer.

  “I plan on tossing it in the trash when I’m done.”

  He got his grin, she was sure.

  Chapter Three

  He squirted a bit of the lubricant onto the head of the rigid, crystal cock and then returned to the sofa, a lascivious look in his beautiful eyes. Yvette’s stomach fluttered, and that prickly sensation along her clit made her clamp down on her bottom lip. She’d never taken Finn for the shy type. Had suspected he’d be adventurous and uninhibited in bed. He was proving that in spades.

  As he ran the tip of the toy along her lips—the swollen flesh so slick from her arousal the lubricant wasn’t even necessary—she watched him over her shoulder. His gaze was on her ass as he teased her lips, then her clit. He nudged the opening of her pussy, pushing the head in a half-inch or so and twisting it, turning it to the right, then to the left.

  She knew what he was doing. Working her into a frenzy until she begged for it. Begged him to fuck her with her own sex toy.

  Two could play the game. She lifted her hips
and ass farther, coming up on her knees. She spread her legs as wide as possible, which was actually quite a bit, given the depth of the gigantic sofa. The satin material against her skin felt cool and sensual. The air from the fan blew on her damp flesh. When she propped herself up on her forearms, the rush of air against her breasts and nipples excited her even more.

  Finn continued to use the head of the dildo to rub her outer folds, then press just a hair into her pussy, then stroke her lips again.

  Balancing herself on one arm, she reached behind her and grabbed a bare cheek, pulling on it to spread herself wider for him.

  “You know you want to fuck me with that.”

  His gaze lifted from her ass to her face. He grinned.

  Clearly he wanted her to beg.

  “So do it,” she said. “Make me come.”

  He pushed the tip of the dildo an inch inside her body, twisted it again then pulled it out. “I have every intention of making you come.”

  The way he was toying with her made her hotter. He pushed in, twisted and pulled out one more time, the teasing becoming erotic torture.

  “For God’s sake, Finn.” She caved. The way he devoured her with his eyes, the way he teased her with the fake cock. The way he promised sexual bliss without saying a word was enough to make her give him exactly what he wanted. So he’d give her exactly what she wanted. “Stop playing around and fuck me already. You know I want it, Finn. Give it to me. Fuck me hard and make me come. Please!”

  He groaned. “That’s exactly what I want to do.”

  The flash of heat and lust in his eyes told her he was talking about fucking her with his cock, not the fake one. But he didn’t remove his briefs. Didn’t put away the dildo. Instead, he eased it farther into her wet cunt, then pulled it out, then eased it back in. A slow, steady rhythm that made her breathing pick up.

  “Oh yes,” she said, needing to have her pussy filled. “Fuck me, Finn.”

  The crystal cock stroked her inner walls, going deeper each time he slid it almost out before pushing it back in. The pace was a sensual one, heightening her arousal, making her even wetter.

  But also making her want more.

  “Faster, Finn.”

  He shook his head. Continued the slow, steady rhythm he’d set. Each time the dildo slid out, then plunged back in, her body jerked. Her stomach quivered. Her breasts swayed.

  Finn’s free hand rested on her ass and he moved it downward so his thumb reached her anus. He rubbed the small hole, then pressed into it, driving her even wilder.

  Yet Yvette wanted more.

  “Fuck me hard, Finn. Please.”

  Her nipples grazed the soft satin below her as she rocked her hips, meeting his strokes, but also trying to pick up the pace.

  Finn did the crazy twisting thing again and she cried out from the pleasure that rocketed through her body.

  He groaned, as though he was as turned-on as she was. Proved that was the case, actually, as the crystal cock thrust into her, a little quicker this time.

  She released her grip on her ass cheek, needing to steady herself with both forearms on the sofa as Finn’s strong strokes rocked her body. Her palms flattened against the cushion and her head dropped to the backs of her hands as he fucked her.

  “That’s it,” she whispered. “Faster.”

  His tempo turned to double-time.

  “Oh God, yes,” she muttered between low moans and endless whimpering. The sensations mounted inside her, growing stronger and more vibrant. She was wet and hot and dying for more. “Fuck my pussy, Finn. Make me come.”

  She grabbed the edge of the sofa cushion where it met the arm, gripping it tight to keep her steady as she shifted her weight and freed her other arm. That hand slid down her belly to her clit, which she rubbed vigorously as Finn pumped the crystal rod in and out of her cunt.

  “God, you’re making me so hard,” he said. He let out another one of those sexy growls, which made her toes curl in her shoes.

  “You’re making me crazy,” she shot back. “I’m so close…”

  “You want more?”

  “Yes!”

  He put a little muscle behind his quick pace, working her feverishly as he turned the long, full strokes into short, plunging ones that kept her cunt filled. The head of the dildo rubbed her G-spot, sending her into a sexual tizzy. She abandoned her clit-rubbing, in need of holding onto the arm of the sofa to stabilize herself against the frantic onslaught.

  “Oh God, Finn. That feels so good. Fuck my pussy. Oh God, yes!” She came with a sharp cry as he hit all the right spots and the beautiful sensations he evoked exploded inside her like a twenty-foot wave crashing onto the shore. She could barely breathe, just clung to the arm of the couch like it was a life-preserver, as wave after wave of sensation rippled through her.

  She was barely cognizant of Finn withdrawing the dildo from her body. Her eyes were closed, but she heard his bare feet on her hardwood floor as he padded out of the room, likely heading toward the bathroom. Or the trash, as he’d threatened earlier.

  Maybe she should tell him she didn’t want him to toss her toy. So he was planning on fucking her this weekend, but what about the next weekend? And the weekend after that? She may need that dildo, after all. Though, admittedly, she’d never get as much pleasure out of it as she’d just gotten from Finn.

  Holy Christ, he’d fucked her good.

  When she heard him return to the room, she opened her eyes. She still clung to the arm of the sofa, her head resting along the top.

  Finn grinned at her over his shoulder as he returned the dildo to the drawer. He must have washed it off for her. How sweet.

  “Thank you,” she said, her voice a bit raspy. The post-orgasm euphoria still coursed through her, keeping her aroused.

  “Thought it might come in handy sometime,” he said with a wink.

  She relinquished her hold on the sofa and rolled onto her back. She needed a shower. Maybe a nap. But her body still hummed with excitement and anticipation. She still wanted Finn. On top of her. Beneath her. Behind her. Inside her.

  She groaned. “Jesus, Finn. You are the World Champion of Foreplay.”

  “What can I say?” He returned to the ice chest. “You inspire me, doll.”

  She grinned at him. “You have very sweet pillow talk.”

  “Didn’t really take you for the type who’d like it.”

  “Just seems right with you.” The thought made her stomach flip. Maybe she was getting in over her head. Was this the real reason she and Finn had never hooked up? Because they both knew it wasn’t going to be some quick roll in the hay? A little groping and a fast fuck followed by a bullshit line like, “Hey, that was great. We should do it again sometime.”

  Everything was working out beautifully tonight and that had to mean something. That they’d needed to be at the right place at the right time with each other, not just geographically speaking. Also physically and emotionally.

  Were they finally on the same page with each other and that’s why this was turning into one of the best nights of her life?

  Because, admittedly, she was loving every single minute of Finn’s visit. She wasn’t thinking about work or her deadlines. In fact, she was perfectly happy to spend the entire weekend holed up at the Ritz with him. A thought that would have made her panic had he brought it up a few weeks ago. But lately, she had to admit, Finn had consumed her mind. She’d fantasized about him. She’d taken every single one of his calls recently, no matter how busy she’d been, instead of letting them go to voicemail, as she usually did when she was up against a deadline.

  Had their four years of flirting and wanting each other been the real foreplay? A prelude to tonight—a night that had been worth waiting for?

  And she wasn’t just talking about the sex…

  As Finn directed her back into the position she’d been in before they’d gotten sidetracked, she wondered if he was as ensnared as she was. Rolling onto her stomach and giving him the curved back h
e’d requested, her feet in the air again, she wondered if Finn’s thoughts had run the way of hers. Had he reached this same point, a little ahead of her, and had known it was time to act on it?

  Was that what all the calls and texts of late had been about? Were his more-frequent-than-usual communiqués leading up to this moment?

  She thought about what he’d said earlier, when he’d told her he’d been trying to come up with a new body art mural, but hadn’t been able to think of anything other than her.

  Hmm….

  It was a lot to consider and Yvette found that she hoped her ruminations were dead-on. Because she was ready to start something with Finn. To move past the friend stage and the super-flirty emails and the witty exchanges at Body Scenes. She’d been dying for more tonight and it wasn’t just sexual fulfillment. She wanted a relationship with Finn.

  “You ready?” he asked as he retrieved three cubes from the ice chest.

  “Yeah,” she said, still a little surprised by her epiphany, surprised she wasn’t just talking about the ice and continuing the photo shoot. Though the former truly was a refreshing sensation on her hot body.

  Finn placed the cloth along her spine, followed by two cubes. He stacked the third one in the center of the two that formed the base. He searched around for her panties, which she’d obviously kicked off the heel of her shoe during that last wild ride she’d taken with Finn.

  Locating them, he dangled the lacy material from her stiletto and then went for his camera.

  “What kind of a look do you want this time?” she asked.

  “The exact one you’re giving me. Like you’ve just been thoroughly fucked.”

  She sighed as her gaze landed on the erection behind his very sexy black briefs. “Not quite thoroughly.”

  Finn groaned. “You’re making this so much harder than I imagined.”

  “The shoot or your cock?”

  “Both.”

  Yvette smiled. “Serves you right, the way you’ve been teasing me all night.”

  “Teasing you?” he said as he snapped a few shots. “I haven’t left you high and dry, babe. You’ve gotten off twice already and I’m still not done with you.”