Lustful Hearts
Chapter 102: Iсе Ice Baby

"Left a bit, no right, no left! Watch my walls, Joel. I mean it! If you scrape anything along those walls, I'll be raging. It took me so long to have the right shades mixed together, it's not something I could pick off the shelf," Elijah barked, flouncing around the room, watching everyone like a hawk.

Joel's eyes flashed to mine. I could see the intensity there as he held back his anger, struggling to carry the huge, leather brown sofa into Elijah and Sam's new home.

It was probably one of the hottest days of the year so far. Joel had been working non-stop, shifting and carrying furniture, looking like he was about to snap.

Elijah was oblivious, lost in his own little world of perfection, as he barked orders in a less than friendly manner.

I grimaced returning to my ordered job, unpacking the plates and mugs. I quickly loaded up the cupboards and after an hour, everything was finished.

Every box stood empty, with every cupboard full. All the utensils were in the perfect order, so I felt safe I'd done a good enough job to pass Elijah's strict inspection.

Walking outside in search of the cool breeze to escape the stifling confines of the flat, I found Joel sat perched on the wall. His T-shirt lay crumpled beside him, and he was panting softly, enjoying his first break of the last three hours.

A smile touched my lips, my eyes greedily feasting over the hot, slick skin. I seriously couldn't get enough of him. Watching in wonder when the breeze lifted his hair slightly, his lips slightly parted as his eyes remained shut.

I gasped when he lifted the bottle, tipping the entire contents over his head, watching in delight the cool trickles that fell down his hard, muscular body.

"Holy shit, Iz, that is one amazing view," Elijah whispered, making me jump slightly. He stood panting softly beside me in the doorway, both of us staring in wonder at the breathtaking vision before me. I couldn't help but silently agree nodding my head, unable to replace the words to reply.

God, he was perfect.

"Elijah, what are you doing..." Sam's voice trailed off the moment his eyes rested on Joel, his chest now glistening against the sun's rays.

"To think the fun we could have if he'd just admit his true feelings." Elijah grunted when I elbowed him hard in the stomach.

"Back off, there's only one person he's interested in and their name doesn't begin with E."

Elijah grabbed me teasingly, pulling me in so his mouth was resting against my ear. "You lucky bitch," he scoffed.

I turned to replace his eyes still intently taking in every inch of Joel. "You know he's still top of our fantasy threesome." He grinned at my look of annoyance.

"Elijah," I warned. Not wishing to discuss the matter again. We'd already been over this several times before.

"You can't control the amazing images that go on inside here." He tapped his head grinning even harder, and I knew this was another image he'd be storing up for future use.

My eyes widened in horror when Elijah and Sam chuckled together, both as bad as each other. Before Sam dragged him back inside sensing I was a woman on the edge.

I turned to face Joel, noticing he hadn't moved, he was almost statue like enjoying the mid-day sun. I walked over no longer able to keep my hands off him a moment longer.

His breath hitched when my fingers slowly trailed up the slick skin eventually resting in his hair. He gasped, feeling them weave their way into the soft, silk strands.

I lightly scratched his scalp, hearing his groans of pleasure, only imagining every part of him was aching right now.

"What do you say when we get back home I give you a good rub down, relieve you of all these aches and pains?" I asked teasingly.

Joel's smile immediately widened. "I'd say I'm more than ready to leave now."

I chuckled against his lips. I didn't think he'd need much persuasion, plus I was looking forward to distressing all the knots that had formed throughout his gruelling session. "We should slip away quietly before we're asked to help out again."

I'd barely got the words out when Joel instantly grabbed me, lifting me clear off the ground. He quickly snatched up his T-shirt, hastily making a quick exit before Elijah had chance to notice our disappearance.

"How is that, baby?" I purred in Joel's ear as my fingers kneaded and worked his tense muscular shoulders. His hot oiled skin felt good against my fingers, undoing all the stress of the last few hours.

Joel had only helped move Elijah out of an obligation to me. So I more than had to make up for the fact he had been tortured on his day off.

"Perfect." He let out a soft moan that made me smile. "Yeah, just there, Iz, just right there." I concentrated on the area, feeling his body slowly de-stress with my every touch.

I moved lower covering his whole back, enjoying every groan that left those perfect lips. My eyes lifted to look at the drink sat beside us. I quickly climbed off from straddling him, taking a welcoming sip. Despite the fact both of us were stripped down to our underwear, the heat was becoming unbearable.

I dipped my fingers into the drink, lifting out an ice cube between my fingers. I smiled walking towards Joel, about to unleash a new wave of delicious torture.

He gasped when the ice left a cool glistening trail down the length of his back. I could tell he was enjoying it by the smile that crossed his face. "Izzy," he breathed.

I continued gliding it along his skin, but what I didn't expect was less than two seconds later to be flat on my back with Joel peering down with a devilish glint in his eye.

"I think it's my turn now." His reply sent chills through me, before the ice had practically touched my skin.

"But first I think you're wearing too many clothes." He instantly pulled me up, and his fingers deftly undone my bra, tossing it onto the ground, with my knickers following moments later.

I lay stripped bare as Joel's eyes rang along every inch of me. My breath hitched when he moved near.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he teased and by the look on his face, I knew he definitely would.

I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of the ice as it teased and tortured my body. My breath hitched when it started to trail even farther down my body, gasping when it ran over the sensitive part of me where I needed it the most.

"Do you like that, baby?" he asked, his tone filled with amusement.

No reply was needed.

I bit my lip, scrunching my eyes, feeling him slowly undo me with every movement. When the ice slipped inside I gasped in surprise. "Joel."

He carried on relentlessly, and my eyes widened before closing again, feeling myself buck against the ice, my body more than enjoying the sweet torture.

Joel's thumb grazed against my clit, rubbing sweet delicious circles, only heightening my pleasure until I eventually exploded, shouting out his name.

Several moments later I popped open an eye, fighting to bring back the breath to my body while Joel sat back kneeling between my legs, crunching on the ice.

My eyes were transfixed, watching as he devoured every piece as his eyes blazed telling me he was more than ready for more.

As quick as a flash he had me pinned down, holding my arms above my head. His cool tongue entered my mouth, and I groaned in delight, feeling him slowly tease my entrance. I needed him right now. "Joel . .." I whined, barely able to get the words out.

"You want me, baby?"

Like he had to ask.

My eyes pleaded with him and within moments my request was answered, he was now buried deep inside me. "Oh fuck, Iz."

The sensation was breathtaking. I lost myself with each thrust. My nails bit into his back as he went faster. Clinging on for dear life as he took me ever nearer that moment of euphoria.

He was panting hard, and I knew he was close. His hand gave me the extra friction I needed, and my eyes rolled back, shouting his name before he quickly followed suit.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked between pants.

I was more than okay, I was freaking amazing. I giggled unable to hold it back a moment longer.

"What?" Joel asked, his eyes watching me closely.

"I don't think I'll be able to have another drink again without blushing."

His nose gently teased mine, his eyes alight with humour.

"Well we'd better stock up on ice, 'cause I intend to have many repeat performances."00000