101 EROTICA STORIES by Vallen Green Page B

check that he failed to notice how she had come up behind him, gasping in shock when he felt the coldness of an ice cube meeting the back of his neck. He sat up stiffly as she dragged the cube across his shoulders, leaving a wet trail against his heated skin.
     
    “Feels good, right?”
     
    “Definitely,” he answered, his voice close to being a moan.
     
    He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of her dragging the cube all over his neck and back, completely oblivious to the look on her face.
     
    Lauren furiously bit down on her bottom lip as he succumbed to what she was doing. Here she was, rubbing an ice cube up and down his chiseled form. Whatever coolness she had gotten from having done the same thing to herself a few moments earlier had disappeared the moment he practically moaned in pleasure, an aching heat settling between her legs. She wanted nothing more than to lick the wet trails the ice was leaving on his skin.
     
    Once the ice had completely melted, she stepped away from him, not wanting to put herself in a more compromising situation than she already had. She knew that the longer she stayed that close to him, the more likely she was to make a complete fool of herself.
     
    “I definitely need more of that,” he mumbled before getting up from his seat and walking to the kitchen to fetch himself more ice.
     
    It was her turn to have her eyes nearly bulge out of her head, but unlike Matthew, Lauren wasn’t quite able to restrain herself from bringing the attention on her as an audible gasp leaving her lips. He followed to where her gaze seemed to be fixated on, blushing when he realized that his erection was clear as day, making a tent in his boxers.
     
    “Uh,” he stammered. “Can we pretend that you didn’t see that?”
     
    “Why? I have to say that I’m quite impressed,” she said, trying to make light of the situation.
     
    Being friends for so long, he quickly caught on to what she had intended. “Well thanks,” he stated, a slight airiness to his tone. “But you know, we can’t exactly make the heat go away with this,” he continued, waving his hand in front of his crotch. “I say that only makes things infinitely hotter.”
     
    Whatever joking mood they tried to create to make things less awkward only served to push their minds further into the gutter. A tense silence washed over them as each contemplated on what to say next. His eyebrows raised in curiosity when her eyes suddenly lit up, as if an idea had formed in her head. Without a single word, she walked over to where he stood in the kitchen, leaving him mesmerized at how her hips swung seductively from one side to the other with each step she took.
     
    “What are you up to?” he asked distractedly, trying to make sense of what she was doing taking out all the ice cubes from the tray and pouring them into a bowl.
     
    “I just figured out a way that we can take care of both our problems,” she replied cryptically.
     
    He tore his eyes away from her form and stared into the open space of their office, her words spinning in his head. He was trying so hard to focus on something else that he was once again surprised when she appeared in front of him. But before anything could be spoken, she pulled his head down, forcing his lips upon hers.
     
    His eyes widened in shock, both in the suddenness of her actions and the coldness of her lips. When she forced her tongue past his lips, he quickly discovered that she had popped an ice cube into her mouth, creating the cool sensation that invaded his senses.
     
    He breathed in sharply when her fingers, cold from handling the ice, danced across his stomach. The vibrations that rippled through her chest as she giggled told him that she had done it on purpose. Blindly reaching for the bowl of ice, he took a cube between his fingers. His arm found its way around her waist, pushing her body flush against his as he deepened the kiss. Unsuspectingly, she relaxed against him, reveling