Page 49 of Hot Mic, Cold Ice

"So, Ziggy, how about celebrating our win with a drink on me?" he flirts, leaning in a little too close.

I can feel my mood shift–a grumpy cloud forming as I watch them. Ziggy, quick as ever, flashes a polite smile and pats Ford on the arm. "That's sweet, but I'm already covered," she says, holding up the drink I'd gotten her. She turns to me, her eyes twinkling with amusement over Ford's drunken play. The ease with which she brushed off his advances didn't just relieve me; it made me happy.

“Fine, your loss. Just like the catch that I am.” Ford tells Ziggy.

She gives me a quizzical look. “Who knows?” I tell her, ignoring Ford entirely. Ziggy bursts out laughing before turning back to Ford. She pats him on the back and says, “Time to move along, big guy.”

We both laugh as we watch him wander further into the crowd.

As the night wears on, the bar fills to max capacity, and everyone’s energy is almost overwhelming. The natural progression of the evening has Ziggy pressed close to me, the noise and heat of the room creating an intoxicating build up. I can see the spark in her eyes, a reflection of the excitement I feel.

“Want to get some air?” I whisper in her ear, my hand resting on the small of her back.

She nods, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Lead the way.”

We slip out of the main part of the bar, finding a quiet spot on the rooftop overlooking the river and the people down on the patio. The cool night air is a welcome relief from the stifling heat inside. Ziggy leans against the wall, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that filters straight to my growing erection.

“This has been one hell of a night,” I say, my voice low as I step closer to her.

“It’s not over yet,” she replies, her tone full of desire.

I close the distance between us, pressing my body against hers. The rooftop is dark and somewhat secluded. An area meant for the kind of reckless abandonment that I was planning on partaking in with her tonight. I kiss her deeply, our mouths melding together with a hunger that borders on desperation. Ziggy’s hands roam over my body, pulling me closer as I deepen our kiss. The noise from below, hell, the world around us, fades into oblivion, leaving only the two of us.

As our lips part, I let my eyes roam over her again, taking in every tantalizing detail. With a wicked grin, “Are you wearing those special panties you were teasing me with?” I ask, my voice husky with desire, as my fingers brush the hem of her skirt.

The thought of what lies beneath, the promise of what is to come, makes my pulse quicken even more. Ziggy’s coy smile tells me everything I need to know. A rush of anticipation courses through me. My hands move to her hips, lifting her slightly as she wraps her legs around my waist.

I press her back against the wall, my hands sliding under her skirt to feel the warmth of her skin. She moans softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I kiss a trail down her neck. The thrill of being out in the open, the risk of being caught, only heightens the intensity of the moment.

“Elliot,” she breathes, her voice needy.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice rough with desire.

“Absolutely,” she replies, her eyes dark with lust.

I don’t need any more encouragement. Our movements become urgent, driven by a primal need that developed earlier. A passion that neither of us can deny. I move my hand up her thigh, my finger edging the fabric of her crotchless panties.

“Anatife, you are dripping down your thigh,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. “Did you buy these just for me?”

She looks up at me with big brown eyes, something innocent hiding behind the fire that could bring me to my knees. “Yes,” she whispers.

She gasps as I move my finger through her arousal, spreading it to her clit. I pleasure her with my fingers as we make out like teenagers, hiding, tucked away from all of our friends.

“Do you like me finger fucking you out here in the open?” I ask, pressing my lips to her neck.

“Yes, Elliot,” Ziggy says in a pant. “Hurry.”

I remove my hand from her heat, immediately missing the feeling of her as I undo my pants. Pulling my cock free, I pump it a few times, before slipping on a condom. I take her lips in mine again, kissing her deeply.

Dropping her back on her feet, I turn her around so she can look down at the world around her. Pulling her flush with my body, wrapping my arm around her, my fingers find her clit again. I make punishing circles around it as I bite and pull at her earlobe.

“Are you going to come for me as I pound this ass while you look down at all your friends and coworkers? Are you going to scream my name and hope that they don’t look up here to catch you taking my dick like a good girl?”

Ziggy’s nails rake down the wall as I thrust into her, our bodies moving together in a rhythm so frantic and perfectly in sync. The sensation of her tight, wet heat around me is almost too much to bear. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent as I lose myself in the moment.

“Elliot,” she whispers, her voice a strained gasp. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” I reply, my breath coming in ragged bursts as I increase the pace of my fingers on her clit.

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