Page 27 of Ice Block

“You keep telling yourself that,lisichka.”

“Whatever. Go to sleep, asshole.”

“We’re bringing that up again? If you’re offering, I wouldn–”

“Fuck yo–…I mean-” she thrashes on her side of the bed, “Just go to sleep, okay?”

I love that she’s so flustered, so worked up, from a small reminder of our night together.I just need to crack through her shell abit more.I know she’s pissed at me. I crack my knuckles. I know I fucked up. Glancing at the wall between us, my fingers burn with the desire to touch her once more. I know I need to make things right. I know I need to find a way to move on from my past. And, for the first time in my life, I’m feeling like she just might give me the will to take a step in that direction.

After an hour of trying, but failing, to read my book I finally hear her cute little snore start up on the other side of the bed. My eyes burn, my body feeling like a live wire.I’m never going to fall asleep.I need to take care of this Maggie fucking James induced hard-on before I can rest. I crawl out of bed as stealthily as possible, walking over to the dresser and quietly opening the drawer to grab the black silk bag I’ve had with me for months.

My good luck charm.

Walking into the bathroom, I untie the drawstring, delicately removing the contents. This red thong has been my lifeline, my salvation, and now I need my heart shocked back into rhythm so I can fall asleep without touching its owner. Right. Fucking. There. I wrap the lace around my wrist, as I have so many times, and slowly wrap my fingers around my hardness.God, I want that woman again.

I’ve felt her mouth on me, her cunt, her ass. I never got to fuck those tits. It’s the one thing I’m dying for, and nothing will satisfy me until I get it. I jerk my cock thinking of what it would feel like between them, what it would be like to finish spraying my release on her neck, her chin. My hand moves faster and faster, every muscle tightening with anticipation. The cold of the tile floor under my feet is a welcome contrast to the heat in my body. The heat I have for her. I stroke myself harder, remembering the way she gagged on my cock. The way she wasn’t afraid of anything I suggested.I want her.My cock is begging for her. I find my rhythm as I dream of fucking her sweet pussy with nothing between us.Thinking of eating her out while she’s wearing these panties. I up the pace, knowing I’m close, stroking faster and twisting harder. My balls tighten as I can feel myself getting ready to release.It would be so much better wrapped up inherinstead of her damn pan-

“Vladi, why is it so damn cold in-” Her voice bursts into the bathroom as the door creaks open. I take in her face, her jaw dropped wide, her eyes bulging at the sight of me.

“Are those my fucking panties?!”

Fuck.

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maggie

Iwake up to a full-body shiver down my spine, my toes frozen solid, and my teeth chattering so hard I think they’re going to crack.Goddammit, it’s freezing in here again.I pull the blankets tighter around me, but it doesn’t help.

“Vladi…Vladi, wake up. Why is it so damn cold in here?” No response. “Vladi?” I punch down part of the pillow wall I created and see he’s not there. My brows drop low, my stomach clenching.Did he leave me? Where the hell did he go?

Glancing around the room, I see a crack of light coming from under the bathroom door.He must be in there.Probably one of those guys who regularly takes a midnight dump. I walk over to the thermostat and see it set at sixty-five. Again.Fuck me.I furiously punch the buttons to set the temperature at seventy where it belongs, then walk over to the bathroom and knock on the door to ask why it’s so cold in here. The door creaks open in an instant, probably not having closed all the way.Whatever.As I start to ask why it’s so cold, I see him standing at the vanity. One hand on the counter steadying himself, the other stroking his dick with a pair of red lacepanties wrapped around his wrist.Oh my God.I stand stunned, paralyzed, my mouth gaping open at the realization of what’s before me.Holy shit.

“Are those my fucking panties?!” I shout.

“Fuck!“ he places both hands on the vanity his gaze looking down at the floor.Though I don’t know how he can see it around Mount St. Erection.“Why are you barging in on me in the bathroom, Magdalina?”

“I knocked on the door, dumbass. You must not have closed it all the way because it popped right open. You did not answer my question though. Are those my panties?”

He slowly looks at me like I’ve caught him robbing a bank, his entire body poised to make a run for it. But his cock twitches as his eyes lock with mine, unable to look away.

I can’t look away either.

“Yes.”

My heart pounds like the damn steel drums at the airport earlier. “Why do you have those, Vladi?”

He stands tall turning to face me, his erection on full display.Goddammit.I know I saw him earlier after his shower, but fully aroused?Shit, I forgot how massive he is. A normal person would be embarrassed being caught red-panty-handed like this, but he fidgets with the lace around his wrist, looking me straight in the eye like this is no big deal. “I took them from you. That night.”

I scrunch my face, still half angry but a little turned on by what I just barged in on. “Why did you take them? Do you have some sort of panty fetish?”

“No.”

“No? You’re obviously in here jerking off with my thong wrapped around your wrist, so there must be a reason.”

“No,” he pauses, clearly holding something back.What is he not telling me?

“Tell me then, Vladi,” I say, taking a step toward him. “If you don’t have a fetish, then what are you doing in here?”

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