Melting the Ice(109)

            “Slide just the tips of your fingers inside the briefs, Drew. Let me see your hipbone.”

            “You asking me to do a striptease for you?”

            She smiled, but kept her focus through the lens. “Maybe.”

            The look he gave her melted her. She clicked the camera, shot after shot, as he instinctively got into it. Now he knew what she wanted.

            But then she lifted her gaze above the camera. “I don’t think the erection is going to work.”

            “Then quit talking dirty to me.”

            She laughed, then came closer. Drew palmed his shaft, rubbing back and forth.

            “I can’t help myself. You bring out the best—or is it the worst—in me.”

            And now he wasn’t the only one turned on. “This isn’t productive.”

            He reached around to grab her butt. “Screw productive. I think you want to have sex on the ice. It’s probably some long-held fantasy of yours.”

            “I’m thinking more likely it’s yours.”

            “Nah. My fantasy has always been a blow job on the ice.”

            “Is that right? And just how alone are we here?”

            “Everyone’s gone. The crew didn’t want to hang out, so I bought them lunch and told them I’d call them when we were finished here so they could clean this up and lock the place down.”

            “Is that right?” She dropped to her knees on the carpet, realizing he must be freezing in his bare feet. Even with the carpet down, it was really cold.

            “Get up, Carolina.”

            Instead, she reached for his cock, sliding it between her palms. “We already know it’s not too cold out here for you to get a hard-on. And like you said, we are alone here, right?”

            His gaze had hardened, just like his cock. “Yeah.”

            She dragged the briefs over his hips, letting his cock spring free. She grasped it in her hand and stroked it, letting its heat warm her hands.

            “You’re hot.”

            He stared down at her. “So are you. You make my cock throb.”

            She licked her lips, then leaned forward, taking the soft head between her lips as she cradled his butt in her hands.

            Drew couldn’t believe Carolina had his cock in her mouth, right here on the ice. He hadn’t wanted to do this test shoot, but he’d known it was important to her to get these initial shots to see if this advertising was going to work, and hell, it was only going to take a half hour, so why not?

            He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected her touch and the way she talked to him to turn him on. He’d expected it to be uncomfortable and to freeze his ass off.

            It was both, but he’d also gotten hard.

            And now, watching her on her knees, taking his cock inch by inch into her hot, sweet mouth, it was pure heaven and hell. He swallowed, his throat desert dry as she cupped his balls and held them in the palm of her hand.

            He laid his hand on the back of her head, giving her direction as she took him fully inside. And then she squeezed the base of his shaft with her hand, massaged his balls, and released his cock, mapping every vein and ridge with her tongue.

            Christ.

            When she worked the head with that amazing tongue of hers, lapping him up like she was going after her favorite chocolate marshmallow swirl ice cream cone, his legs trembled. He grabbed the net for support and grabbed a handful of her hair.