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“I guess we better take it off.”
There’s plenty of time. Another romp would be nice now that we’re all non-committal. How bizarre has my life become?
Fingers tug at my buttons and soon, they have me standing, they’re peeling my dress off.
“This too?” One of them runs a finger under my bra strap.
“Yes.”
A finger slides into the waistband of my panties and pauses.
“Yes.”
It’s easy to say yes when I don’t have to look at their faces. Their potential judgment. Deep down, I know I’m thinner than most girls. I know I’m pretty by most standards. I’m just not enough of either of those for my stepmom.
The blindfold keeps me from mistaking a sideways glance as disapproval.
I hear squishy sliding. “How much oil did you put on your hands?”
“How do you know that’s what I put on my hands?” Mark asks.
“There are only so many things that make that sound. Hold it under my nose.” I wait. “That’s canola.”
“Damn, you’re good, but then again, you already knew that.”
I grab his hand while he’s letting me sniff the oil and determine that his entire hand is coated. I push it away. “Wash that off.”
“It’s massage oil.”
“I’d need a shower if you coated me with that.”
“Oh, dejected.” Carl lifts me back onto the counter.
I hear the refrigerator open or is it the freezer? I can’t tell.
“How about this?” Sean’s fingers touch my collarbone, then ease something cold onto it.
I shiver. “Is that ice?”
“It is.”
He trails downward, circling my breast until he makes his way out to my nipple. If I wasn’t perky already, I am now. My nipples have to be rock-hard. His mouth latches onto my breast, warming the sensitive skin he just cooled.
“Wow.” I tangle my fingers in his hair.
“How about this?” His fingertips touch my knee, then ease the coolness onto my skin, making a slow zigzag toward my sex. I have goosebumps, and heat is racing through my body all at once.
Closer and closer. Kisses trail up my other thigh until the kisses and ice meet in the middle.
The ice disappears. His warm lips nuzzle my curls. Then he eases the ice cube between his lips, dragging it up and down my slit, “Oh my God, that’s so cold.”
He pulls away. “Too much? I can warm you up.”
“Keep going. I—”
“Holy fuck!” Mark’s shock doesn’t fit the ice-play thing.
“What the hell?” Who is that? Rustling obscures the voice. I don’t know what’s happening, but the coldness is gone, and so is the warmth. Everything’s gone, even the blindfold gets ripped away.
