MeltMe (3 page)

She wanted Finn inside her now more than ever!

“Not trying to flatter you,” she muttered. “Just thinking
out loud.”

Unable to resist temptation, her fingers wrapped around his
thick shaft, causing Finn’s hips to buck and a low grunt to fall from his lips.

“Oh this is
so
going to be worth the wait,” she said
as she leaned toward him, looking forward to taking him in her mouth and
bringing him the kind of intense pleasure he’d brought her.

Her tongue darted out to taste his slightly salty flesh.
Then it flicked over the head of his cock, teasing him. When she loosened her
grip on him and licked him from base to tip, he sucked in a sharp breath of
air. She smiled at the response she evoked. She licked him again, then swirled
her tongue around his head, tasting the pre-cum that pearled there.

Finn’s fingers threaded through her long hair and he lifted
the thick mass away from her face and off her shoulders. The blast of air
against her damp neck felt heavenly. But she didn’t bother thanking him
verbally. Instead, her lips closed around the head of his cock and she took him
deep in her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he said in a tight voice. “That feels good,
babe.”

Her head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along his
shaft. His hips jerked forward then back, fucking her mouth the way he would
her pussy when they eventually got around to it. The anticipation was
electrifying. As exciting as getting Finn off with her mouth.

She took him deeper and he groaned. “That’s it, babe. Suck
my cock.”

Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging them with a light
touch. His fingers twisted in her hair, pulling a little tighter than before,
but she barely noticed. His arousal escalated along with his breathing. She
could hear his sharp rasps, feel his legs tremble. Knew he was close to coming.

She released him from her mouth, her head dipped and her
tongue flicked over his sac before she lightly suckled his flesh.

“Yvette… Fuck.”

As she licked his balls, her hand worked his cock, pumping
up and down. Giving Yvette another idea.

She gave up her tight grip on him and reached for the clasp
at the front of her bra, unhooking it and stripping the flimsy material off
her, tossing it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. She scooted her butt to
the very edge of the sofa and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him
so his cock was caught in the valley between the two mounds. Her skin was slick
from perspiration, providing amble lubrication.

“You’re going to make me come in no time flat,” he warned.

Her grin was a tight one. She didn’t care how quickly he
came. All she cared about was turning him on, making him as hot as he made her.

His cock slid along her wet skin, disappearing briefly
before reappearing between her plumped-up mounds. She toyed with the nipples as
Finn fucked her breasts, his low grunts making her wet between the legs, making
her cunt ache to be filled by him.

“Yvette,” he whispered her name in his sexy voice.

Her clit tingled. She wanted to rub it with her fingers, get
off along with him, but stayed the course. Focused solely on his pleasure as
his movements became a bit faster, a bit more forceful.

When the head of his cock thrust upward, she dropped her
chin to her chest and opened her mouth, sucking him briefly before he pulled
out. A strange hissing noise slipped from his lips, which made her smile again.

The next time his cock reappeared between her breasts, she
sucked him a bit longer, until he said, “Shit… I’m going to come.”

They stayed in the same position—with her breasts
surrounding his cock as she sucked it hard.

“Oh yeah. That’s it.” His body quaked as he came. “God,
Yvette!”

She didn’t release him, wanting to prolong his orgasm, make
it as powerful as possible. His cock jerked in her mouth, but she kept her lips
closed around his shaft until the trembling in his body eased and he backed
away.

Staring up at him, feeling particularly pleased with her
accomplishment, she said, “I guess for this next pose, you get the ‘I sucked
him good’ look.”

He laughed, though it was a bit strained. “You did. And yes,
that’s exactly how you look.”

Finn dragged his briefs back on, but didn’t bother with the
rest of his clothes. He raked a hand through his hair, making the tousled
strands messier.

Yvette shivered with excitement at how disoriented he looked
as he seemed to try to remember what the hell he was doing in her condo in the
first place. She watched as he picked up the DSLR, then set it back down on the
coffee table in lieu of his regular camera.

He turned back to face her and frowned. “What?”

She laughed. “What about the ice?”

“Ah fuck.” He returned the camera to the table and crossed
to the ice chest. He pulled out two cubes, much smaller than the last one, but
also in plastic molds. “Stop gloating and get back into position.”

“Yes sir.” But she liked how discombobulated he was. It was
so
unlike Finn. He was usually cool and in control. At the moment, however, he
looked like finishing this photo shoot was the absolute last thing he had on
his mind. Fucking her being the first.

When she was settled on the sofa again, on her side, she
remembered she’d discarded her bra. “You want me topless?” she asked.

“I want you completely naked and in about twenty different
positions,” he said, that wicked glint returning to his chocolate-colored eyes.
“But for the photo, yeah, sure. Topless works.”

His gaze was on her breasts, confirming he liked the
impromptu change.

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.