Page 11 of Polar Prank
I step in closer and lift my head to look him in the eyes. “I trust you, Brinker, and I want… I want you.”
With a gentle sigh, he nods, permission accepted. As we step inside the apartment, warmth envelopes us, and suddenly, all the apprehensions and protections we both built around our hearts come tumbling down.
We strip out of our coats and turn to face each other in the cozy glow of my living room, and I can’t help myself. I crash into him, our worlds colliding as our lips meet.
The kiss is a gentle, slow dance of twists and turns, and any hesitance melts away at the sizzling heat meeting at our lips.It’s caring yet exhilarating, pulling me deeper into his world, a moment suspended in time where I wonder why we’ve never done this before. How is it he was so closed off before? This feels natural, like I’m being swept away on the kiss.
My hand tangles in his thick hair, and he deepens the kiss, tasting each breath, each glimmer of hope.
I don’t know if it’s the same for him, but it feels like coming home for me. I’m no longer concerned with protecting my heart from breaking again when someone leaves and I’m left alone. All I want is just the incredible man in front of me, and the promise of what could be.
Of whatwecan be…
7
BRINKER
She leadsme down the hallway to her bedroom and I wonder if I should stop what’s happening. Not because I don’t want to do what we might do. Fuck, I really want to. But because I think we’re both feeling things… emotions swirling from honesty and fears that I’m not sure we really understand.
The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree —there’s one in every room as far as I could tell and it’s pure Iclyn— in her bedroom cast a soft glow over our bodies. I slowly undress her, every piece of clothing drops to the floor and my heart ratchets in speed. The snowflake necklace leads my eyes to between her beautiful tear-drop breasts. Not big, not small, just perfect.
I drop to my knees and lift her leg over my shoulder, opening her sweet pussy to me. It’s tastefully trimmed to a small tree shape, and I half expect there to be tinsel, but there’s not. I gently run my tongue along her slit to taste that dewdrop honey and it’s sweeter than tonight’s decadent desert.
“Fuck, Iclyn, you taste…” Words can’t explain what I’m feeling, tasting, sensing. It’s an overwhelming rush that has my brain scrambled like Scrabble tiles. There are letters but no words.
Part of me wonders if I’m having a stroke, but since my tongue laps evenly at her body, I’m going to assume it’s just the rush of heat I’m feeling.
She moans and I back her to the bed, allowing her body to fall onto the soft flannel comforter. Her feet slip to my shoulders and I’m right back there. Her hands dig into my hair, keeping my head where she wants it.
“Right there. Suck my clit. So close…” Her moans bounce off the walls. “Yes, yes. Oh, fuck… Oh, Brinker!”
And with that, her knees trap my head in a vice between her thighs, but I don’t panic, I keep up the attention until she’s laughing and giggling and pushing my head away.
“Good?” I ask. I mean, I know it was, but I want to hear it.
“Better than good. That was… fucking amazing. Now it’s your turn…”
I lean over her. “I just want to be inside of you, Iclyn. I just want to feel you.” I say everything slowly while looking into her eyes.
Something inside of me has changed. Maybe she changed it, maybe it was always there, but it’s… something important. She’s important to me and maybe she always has been.
I now see how I’d go out of my way to run into her every day in the break room. She was usually starting a new pot of coffee, even though she doesn’t drink the stuff. Or I’d find her in the entry way handing out Halloween candy to people leaving.
She’s known for having a mischievous side, but that mistletoe was the best prank she’s ever pulled.
She swallows and her hands cup my face. “I want you to know that I hear you, Brinker. I know what it’s like to have fears and hopes and unspoken expectations of yourself. They can smother a person. But you’re important to me. You always have been. And tonight is special.” Her blue eyes sparkle in thetwinkle lights on the tree and her admission makes my heart soar.
It’s hard to be a stoic hardass all the time and I think she can see the real person underneath.
8
ICLYN
He sheds his clothes quickly,faster than Spiderman ever could, showing me how much he too wants this. His cock hangs long between his legs. Fisting it, he brings the length to its full glory in three runs of his hand.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
My cheeks heat, as much as I want to believe him, I’ve been told things before. I’ve been told that my He slides beneath the flannel sheets our bodies only touching in random places and only for a split second—a knee, my breast to his chest, my hand to his stomach. It’s like every touch, every kiss, feels like a promise, a whisper of something bigger than just this moment. Brinker's hands are gentle as they trace the curves of my body. It’s sweet silent torture and I think he knows it.
