Page 26 of Take A Chance

“Here you go. One sweet tea.” Blake hovered by the side of the bed. I hadn’t even heard him walk in. I peered up at him, still halfway in a daze. “What, you don’t like it sweet?” he asked as he handed me the tea.

“Oh, you know how I like it.” I smirked at him as I sat up and sipped the tea. The ice clinked around in the glass as I tipped it up. Blake grinned at me and crawled onto the bed.

“I do know how you like it, but I thought you wouldn’t be interested. You seemed pretty upset.” He took the glass from me and set it on the nightstand, and I shrugged. I looked down. He was right. For every reason that was healthy and logical, I should have still been a basket case, but there was nothing on Earth that would make me feel more grounded to the present than to feel his hands on my body. I’d forget it all, my past, the man at the ice cream place, everything. If for only a second, the entire world would disappear and I’d be free.

“Don’t toy with me, Mr. Emmerson. Either fuck me or let me go to sleep, because one way or another, I want to get out of my head. That’s where the demons live, and I am terrified of them.” I peered up at him through my lashes and watched a visceral hunger flash in his eyes.

“My pleasure,” he mumbled as he reached for my body. His hands gripped my waistband, and he pulled on me so hard he had me lying down on my back in a split second. He undid the button on my jeans and unzipped them, then peeled them right off me, along with my panties. “I think it’s time for your next lesson, don’t you?”

My body wasn’t responding the way it did before, but I knew that was partly because of the anxiety of the day and what had transpired. “Oh, yeah?” I asked, pulling my shirt and bra off. Blake knelt between my legs, taking his clothes off.

“Yeah, it’s called temperature play, and I think you’ll agree with me that it’s quite enjoyable.” He winked at me as he tossed his clothes onto the floor. His dick was starting to swell, and that began to arouse me too.

“Temperature play?” I asked, licking my lips.

“Yes, well usually, you use some sort of sex toy you keep in the refrigerator, or warm somehow, but all I have are these...” Blake reached over and grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the cup on the nightstand. His hand dripped with tea, and he licked the droplets off his fingers.

I shuddered just imagining what he wanted to do with them. “You think ice during sex is a good idea?”

“I don’t think. I know.” He let a few droplets of tea and melting ice land on my chest. My nipples were instantly erect, not from arousal but from the chill. I hissed, and his hand lowered toward my body.

“Uh...” I squirmed, not sure I wanted to learn this lesson. “That will be really cold.”

“That’s the entire point. It’s called temperature play for a reason.” His wicked grin caught my eye. It held my gaze as he drew a circle around my right nipple with an ice cube. I shivered, arching my back upward.

“Wow... cold...” I sucked in a breath as the ice melted and ran to the valley between my breasts then down the sides of my body. “You’re making a mess on the bed.”

“You can sleep in mine again. Did you forget we just bought you an entirely new bedroom?” His hand trailed over my stomach and back up to my breasts, dripping as it went. I had no excuse to not lie here and enjoy the sensations, and while it was really cold, he was right. There was an element of pleasure to it.

I didn’t protest when he reached for more ice, but I did whimper when his hand reached between my legs and the ice pressed against my clit. “Wow... You’re insane.”

He chuckled and said, “You’ve seen nothing. Just wait.” The ice swirled around my clit, melting and running across my lips. I felt it puddling beneath me but didn’t complain.

Blake continued to tease me, reaching for more ice and chilling my pussy until I was so worked up I wanted to touch myself.

“If you don’t just touch me now, I’m going to have to do it myself,” I told him, but he clicked his tongue.

“Ah-ah, I’m in charge. I’m the teacher, remember?” He reached and got more ice, a lot more this time. His hand was so full of it, he dropped a cube between my breasts and I shivered, reaching for it.

“I said, I’m the teacher.” He prevented me from picking it up, so it lay there melting and dribbling down the sides of my body to my armpits.

By that time I was so horny and shivering I felt like a walking contradiction. Who gets aroused when they’re cold?”

“Please touch me,” I begged, gripping the comforter.

Blake pushed the ice into me, one cube at a time. I felt it sink but then nothing until it began melting inside me and running out. I spread my legs, raising my knees. It was torture. The urge to climax was so powerful I couldn’t help myself. I reached for my clit, and he grabbed my wrist. When he lowered his face to the valley between my thighs, I groaned. Relief was in sight.

The first flick of his tongue was heaven, the heat of his mouth against the icy chill of my clit. He teased and taunted and barely had to press a finger to my entrance before I was spasming. My body convulsed, sending more melty water dripping out of me. I had never experienced anything quite like it. The orgasm wasn’t as powerful as others I’d had, but it was amazing, and my body lingered there at peak for longer than normal, too.

And when he finally started to suck my clit, I was done. His lips wrapped around the hardened nub, and he worked it over like he was drinking all that melted ice from a straw. He pushed his cold fingers into me too, reminding me how amazing the ice had felt. His hand was every bit as cold. The first wave of orgasm was barely waning before he started working on a second.

“God... Blake...” I grabbed his hair and pulled his face into me. He sucked harder, slurping and drinking my cum in. His fingers felt incredible too, hard and cold inside me. He curled them around, finding the rough patch inside me and nursing it. “Wow... yes...” I groaned, arching upward.

My legs trembled, shaking my hips. I tried to hold still, but it was like my nervous system was fried. Ten thousand nerve endings in my clit, and he was hitting every single one of them in a different way. His tongue lapped at my juices as his stubble scraped my inner thighs. I squeezed his head between them, rocking my hips. It was agony and ecstasy all at once. And when the next orgasm hit, I lost almost all control.

“Oh, my God... Blake...” I bucked and writhed. Blake must have felt like a cowboy at the rodeo. He never stopped eating me until my body calmed and I was panting, sprawled on the bed, limp.

“Ah, now the real fun begins...” He rose up and stroked himself, staring down at me. My eyes blinked open and shut. I had a stupid grin on my face, afterglow like I’d never experienced before. “Sit up,” he ordered, but I was so weak I lay there resting for another minute. He didn’t seem to mind.

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