Ice Cream
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I had one leg out of the car before I realized I was still in my workout clothes. I sat for a minute studying my own leg, encased in a pair of bright blue leggings. I flexed my calf muscle, then my thigh. Fuck it, I’d worked my ass off, literally, to get these muscles. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Going into Whole Foods, wearing leggings, people do this everyday. I did grab a sweatshirt out of the backseat. The armholes of my tank top made my entire bra visible. I’m not that brave.
I had gotten aggressive with my workouts about six months ago when Marcus announced he was leaving me for a woman young enough to be his daughter. We had been together for years, had maybe gotten a little complacent. Life wasn’t perfect, but we were comfortable with each other. Or so I had thought. Even with his “dad bod," his words not mine and the little bald spot on the back of his head, he still managed to score himself a petite little blonde who had just graduated college.
Instead of eating my feelings this time I decided I needed to get back into shape. When I found a stash of his Amazon gift cards in a dresser drawer I bought myself a fancy new exercise bike. And I used it. Every day.
I pulled on the sweatshirt, grabbed my reusable bags and headed into the store. Totally normal, nothing to see here folks.
I first see him in the produce aisle. He is definitely my “type.” Maybe not the type I ever ended up with, but the type I think about when I’m alone. It goes without saying, I had been doing a lot of thinking lately.
Beard, tattoos from the backs of his hands all the way up under his shirt sleeves, that haircut all guys with beards have these days. He palms a watermelon and puts it in his cart. My eyes began to water as I try not to laugh, thinking about how much I’d like him to palm my melons. I grab a bunch of bananas, large bananas, and move on.
I have been craving ice cream for days. I stood with the freezer door propped open against my shoulder, debating between vanilla and chocolate coconut milk frozen dessert.
“You scream, I scream?” said a low voice next to me.
I turn to see Beardy McTattoohands standing in the freezer next to me. He’s watching me with an eyebrow raised. I get the distinct impression he is not talking about ice cream. I smile but don’t say anything, pretending to concentrate on the rows of frozen pints. I feel my cheeks grow hot. Had he seen me checking him out in the produce aisle? I grab the chocolate and turn to put it in my cart. Out of the corner of my eye I see him grab the vanilla.
I try to maneuver my cart around him but he doesn’t move. I take a deep breath and look him in the eye. He’s older than I’d thought when I first saw him, there’s little bits of silver shot through his dark, impossibly perfect beard. The fine lines around his eyes crinkle as he stands there smiling mischievously. I’m not sure how to react, what to say, part of me just wants to leave the cart and run, but my God, this man is handsome.
He cocks his head to one side, looking puzzled, “Wait, you’re Marcus Palmer’s girl aren’t you?”
Fuck. “No,” is all I can manage.
His head tilts the other way, “But,”
“No, as in not anymore. He left me for a girl young enough to be his daughter six months ago.” Too much to tell a total stranger?
“He always struck me as kind of an asshole.” Beardy shakes his head as he lets his eyes slide down my body.
I feel like my own eyes are going to pop out of my head and a laugh that comes out as more of a snort escapes. My cheeks are on fire.
“Sorry, that was rude,” he sticks out his hand, “it’s Abby right? We’ve actually met, last summer. I think at my brother’s birthday, he's Marcus' boss. I’m Ethan.”
It’s my turn to study him. I vaguely remembered going to a birthday party, but I feel sure I would have remembered someone like this.
“It’s the beard,” he said, “and like, fifty pounds.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”
“You look great, I bet Marcus regrets letting you go.”
“Um, thanks. I traded an asshole for an exercise bike.”
I realize he is still holding my hand, his thumb making slow circles against mine. I look down and he lets go, holding onto my shopping cart instead. A woman with two screaming kids in her cart comes down the aisle. Ethan steps closer to me to let her pass, but instead she stops to let her kids each pick out their own frozen treat.
He is standing close enough that I can feel the heat coming off of him, smell his cologne or beard oil or whatever it is. I’m still fighting the urge to run, but at the same time…
Ethan leans down to whisper in my ear, “Are you going to eat all that ice cream by yourself or do you want to share it?”
I’m covered in goosebumps. Ethan makes no move to pull away from me as he waits for my answer. Glancing to the side I see one of the kids in the shopping cart staring at us, his eyes wide, like he’s waiting for my answer too.
In a hormone fueled fit of bravery I give my reply, “I usually eat my ice cream in bed.”
His breath is hot against my skin, “I like to eat in bed.”
We are definitely not talking about ice cream.
We agree that he would come by in an hour, after we’d put away our respective groceries. I stop and buy condoms on the way home. I manage to get out of the pharmacy without giggling like a madwoman. This whole situation is nuts.
I somehow manage to shower, shave, pluck, moisturize, brush, floss and everything else in record time. I’m glad I treated myself to new underwear last week. Not that I was expecting anyone to see it anytime soon. I slip on the pair of tiny black lace panties and a matching bra, it’s completely unlined and leaves little to the imagination and it’s sexy as fuck if I do say so myself. I put on a pair of cotton shorts and a wide neck t-shirt as the doorbell rings. My stomach muscles tighten and suddenly I’m having second thoughts. The doorbell rings again, followed by a knock.
He’s turning to go as I open the front door.
“Sorry, I…” The words get stuck in my throat and in that instant I know I have never wanted anyone as badly as I want this man. Right now.
He steps inside and closes the door, puts down the paper bag I hadn’t noticed he was holding and takes my face gently in his hands. He kisses me slowly and I am overwhelmed by my need for him. It’s been so long and I have worked so hard.
As my knees go weak he pushes me against the wall. His mouth slides from my lips, along my jaw and down my neck. I bury my face in his hair, pressing him against me.
“You smell so good, Ethan.”
“And you smell like vanilla and what is that? Roses? God, Abby, I can’t wait to see what you taste like.”
He drops to his knees in front of me and pulls up my shirt, kissing my stomach as his hands slide up under the bottom of my shorts. His hands knead my ass as his mouth moves to my waistband. I push my hips towards him, wanting desperately for there not to be layers of fabric between us.
He stands up and I can’t help but let out a whine. I’m so ready for him. Dripping.
“Bedroom?” He asks, his voice low and husky.
I nod towards the end of the hall and he wordlessly picks me up. I wrap myself around him, arms, legs, lips. With one hand under my ass, he grabs the paper bag off the entry table.
“Not just ice cream then?” I ask.
“Condoms.”
“I guess we have a long night ahead of us.” I laugh.
“Did you get them too?”
“Mmhmm.” I end the conversation by shoving my tongue in his mouth.
Our trip from the front door to the bedroom is not as graceful or sexy as it is in the movies. Ethan slips on the throw rug in the hallway and smashes me into the wall. There is a crash as a piece of art hits the floor. Ethan pulls his mouth from mine, looking concerned.
“Don’t worry about it.” I force his lips back to mine.
We make it to the bedroom, mostly unscathed and he drops me on the bed. He’s on top of me in an instant. Pinning my arms above my head, he presses one knee hard between my legs. I moan and begin to grind against him. I pull my arms free and untuck his shirt, between us we manage to get it over his head. His chest is covered in tattoos, which in turn are covered in a layer of hair that continues in a line down to his waistband. He kisses me again, his mouth moving quickly down my neck and over my collarbone.
It’s my turn to lose my shirt and when Ethan sees the lace bra he growls.
“I like this, “ he says, biting my nipple through the thin fabric.
His kisses continue down my belly until he reaches the top of my shorts again. Without pausing he pulls them off.
“Mmm, matching panties?” He kneels at the end of the bed and begins to kiss the inside of my thighs, alternating between left and right. His beard is an exquisite torture against my sensitive skin. I could come right now, but I force myself to take a deep breath, enjoy each sensation as it happens.
With his thumb Ethan slips aside the fabric of my underwear. I’m soaking wet as he dips into me and finds my clit. I gasp as an electric shock of pleasure causes my whole body to spasm uncontrollably. His laugh is muffled as his face presses tight against my pussy.
He pulls away the bit of fabric, the only thing between me and everything I could possibly want and replaces his thumb with his tongue. His beard is still tickling the insides of my thighs, a rough counterpoint to his warm, smooth tongue. I tangle my fingers in his thick hair as he slides his hands under my ass and pulls me closer. I can’t help but squeeze my legs tight against his head. I'm trying not to scream, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. I’m coming now, I can’t help it. I close my eyes and ride the wave as long as he lets me.
He pulls away suddenly and my screams of pleasure turn into a cry of frustration. He’s grinning ear to ear, his teeth white against his dark beard. He stands up and takes off his pants. I sit up to watch him. I want to see his cock, want to wrap my hands around it, taste it.
I look up at him and without breaking eye contact, run my hands over the outline of his cock, pressed tight against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He closes his eyes and gasps. It’s my turn now.
I slip my fingers under his waistband and pull them down just enough to expose the wide, smooth tip. I lean in and flick it with my tongue. Ethan gasps again, pressing forward. I slide his briefs the rest of the way down and sit back to admire the view. The line of hair running down his belly ends in a neatly trimmed nest surrounding his cock.I shiver, anticipating just how good it’s going to feel when he fucks me. Not yet though. I wrap my hand around the shaft and my tongue around the tip.
“Oh God, Abby please.” His voice is barely a whisper as he tries to press himself even closer. He wants me as much as I want him.
I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, willing myself not to gag. I suck hard as I pull back and then take him in again. Further this time, all the way into the back of my throat. He’s cursing continuously under his breath, his hands tangled in my hair. With one hand between my own legs, I’m grinding into the mattress, desperate to come again.
Putting my hands on his hips, I push him away. He groans and wraps his own hand around his cock, slick from my mouth. He’s breathing hard, his pupils dilated. We are both so close.
“Ethan, fuck me. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He tears open the box of condoms and quickly rolls one on. Grabbing me by the hips, he lifts me and tosses me up into the middle of the bed and again he’s on top of me in an instant.
I’m laughing as I wrap my arms around, “God, you’re like an animal, Ethan.”
He growls again, rubbing his beard over my nipples and his cock against my pussy. My laughter turns to desperate cries. I can’t wait anymore. I need him inside of me.
“Ethan, please. Please.” I’m begging now, I don’t care.
He leans down and kisses me hard enough I can feel his teeth, “What is it that you want baby girl?”
“Your cock, goddamnit. I want your cock.”
He’s the one laughing now, “Well, if that’s what you really want.”
My hips come off the bed, seeking him out. I’m needy, desperate and I don’t care. Please, please, please.
He enters me slowly, until I moan, then he pulls out again. I’m whimpering now, the wave building again but he won’t let it break. At this point I would do anything, absolutely anything for this man to fuck me.
“Fuck.” He whispers, unable to hold himself back any longer, and thrusts fully into me.
He’s done teasing now, pulling my legs up onto his shoulder he fucks me hard and fast. I brace my hands against the headboard, to keep from banging my head, but also so he can drive as deep and hard into me as possible.
I’m screaming now, but I can’t hear it, can’t see anything. Every sense is focused on the building wave of pleasure that starts at the tip of his dick and spreads upwards through my belly into my chest.
“Oh fuck, Abby, I need to come.” His voice is tight, strangled, trying to hold it together.
“Come for me Ethan. I want to hear you come.” Who am I?
He lets go of my legs and I wrap them around his waist, pulling him as deep into me as I can. His stomach muscles contract and his skin flushes bright pink. I’ve always loved watching a man about to come.
He somehow manages to find my clit with his thumb again and I’m gone. Digging my nails into his thighs, the wave, now a tsunami breaks over both of us.
He’s panting, his chin on his chest, eyes closed. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I want to tell him, but I can’t speak, can’t move. Finally, he opens his eyes and grins down at me.
He leans down to kiss me, softer this time and looks me in the eye, “Okay?”
“Well, that’s better than ice cream.” I smile up at him.
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