Iced

"I think maybe you should go home, Ruby," he said. He was too old for this crap.

"What?" she replied as she stood with her hands resting on her hips, staring at him in disbelief. "But I'm here now!"

"Yeah, sorry..." Liam buried his face in his hands. He was hoping that if he closed his eyes, she might be gone when he eventually reopened them.

"You bastard!" she screeched at the top of her voice when she saw he meant it. "You fucking LOSER!" With a vicious swipe of her handbag that clipped his temple painfully, she stormed off down the road in a temper, stumbling slightly in her killer heels.

Liam's head began to throb louder than a thrash metal band. The icy chill sank deeper into his heart and he let himself wallow in misery. For what seemed like forever, he sat on the cold step thinking about everything that had happened. First the fight with Shelly, then the imaginary accident - his life was going to the dogs.

He must have nodded off briefly for when he opened his eyes again Shelly was stood there on the path, looking at him sadly. Her blonde hair glimmered in the yellow light from the street lamp and for a bizarre second she looked like an angel.

"Shelly?" he mumbled incoherently.

"Oh Liam," she sighed. "What have you done to yourself?"

"I'm sorry." He felt tears prick his eyes as shame and deep regret filtered through the fugue in his brain. "Please forgive me..."

She sank to her knees and he gazed into her grey eyes, seeking any sign that she was willing to forget all the terrible things he'd done. After a moment her mouth curved in a sweet smile and some of his misery began to fade.

"Come on, baby, let's get you inside. It's freezing and you'll catch your death out here."

Liam took Shelly's outstretched hand and stood up. He pulled his key from inside his jacket and hurriedly unlocked the door. Maybe his luck had changed. A few hours previously the idea that Shelly might come home had seemed an impossibility. Yet here she was, in the flesh, as gorgeous as ever.

She followed him into the flat and he turned to face her, taking in her appearance for the first time. He noted she was wearing a dress he hadn't seen before. It was short and clung to her enviable curves like a second skin.

"You look...great," he admitted, not allowing himself to think about all the reasons why she might be dressed up. That wasn't important now. What was important was the fact she was here, with him, apparently willing to forgive and forget.

"It's all for you, baby," she smiled seductively. "Everything I do is for you -- haven't you realised that yet?"

"God I'm an arse," he said almost to himself, unable to look at her now.

"Shhh," she whispered. "We can talk later..."

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. The scent of an unfamiliar perfume assailed his nostrils and he felt his libido kick in with a vengeance. All week he'd dreamed about this moment and now it was finally happening.

"Shelly, I missed you so much," he murmured into her fragrant hair. He felt her press closer to him and his cock twitched inside his trousers. God she felt good.

"Well I'm here now, baby, and I'm all yours." She pulled back and gazed at him searchingly. "Do you want me?" she asked with the barest hint of a smile.

"Oh you know I do!" At that moment he could think of nothing he wanted more. Her breasts threatened to burst from the confines of her dress and he found his gaze drawn to them hungrily. Hesitantly he reached and cupped her luscious flesh, still not sure if she had truly forgiven him.

"Oh yeah, that feels good." She groaned with pleasure when he made contact with her engorged nipples poking through the thin fabric. The sound of her husky voice aroused him beyond measure. It wasn't like her -- she was normally quiet during sex. He wasn't complaining however.

Suddenly anxious to see her body again, he unceremoniously yanked the dress down off her shoulders. She was wearing a black lacy bra that barely held her breasts in check. With trembling hands he reverently touched the milky white flesh that filled the delicate cups as she watched his reaction through thick lashes.

Trying to ignore the urgent throbbing from his loins, he slowly slipped the bra straps over her shoulders and pulled the cups down to reveal her heavenly tits. Her nipples were hard and with a groan he bent to take one tip into his eager mouth, joyfully sucking while his other hand caressed her divine curves.

He felt her shiver against him, her hips making a subtle circling motion that further excited his painfully hard cock. His tongue swirled around her flesh, licking and reacquainting itself with her body. It felt like ages since they'd last made love. In fact it probably was ages now that he thought about it. Lately she'd shown very little interest in sex which had precipitated more than a few arguments.

Not now though. Now she was panting loudly and writhing against him, her body seemingly eager to feel his hands and mouth all over it. He dropped down to his knees and lifted her dress up. A tiny scrap of black lace covered her sex and he pressed his face against her, breathing in her heady aroma. It was almost too much and for a moment he struggled to contain his passion.

The last thing he wanted was to end the fun prematurely -- that was unlikely to help matters. No, he wanted to make this special. After all he had put her though, she deserved it.

"Please..." she moaned and rubbed her crotch harder into his face. He felt the moisture soaking the fabric and, eager to taste her, he pushed her knickers to one side and dipped an exploratory finger into her depths.

Shelly was almost dripping with arousal even though he'd barely touched her yet. He didn't quite know what had come over her, but he loved it. Her juices bathed his fingers in creamy honey and he licked some of it off, tasting her essence with a joyful sigh.

Small tremors rippled through her taut thighs and he sensed she was close to her climax. Gently he rubbed her clit, pressing his tongue where his fingers had been and lapping her sweet nectar. She shivered with pleasure and groaned loudly.

Impatiently Liam pulled the scrap of lace down her thighs and cast it to one side carelessly. He pushed her backwards until they reached the edge of the sofa and she fell onto the soft leather cushions. Light from the lamp in the corner painted her skin in a golden glow and with her hair spread out in a flaxen curtain, she looked like a goddess.

For a moment Liam was lost for words. He suddenly realised just how much she meant to him. It was time he learned how to control his jealous nature. The events of Friday night had shown him how much he had to lose. If the accident had really happened, (and he was now firmly convinced it was only a bad dream), he would have been sitting in a jail cell by now. Fortunately, he was not in such a predicament -- instead he was making love to his beautiful girlfriend who had seen fit to forgive him. He was truly blessed.

He moved over her, kissing every inch of her luscious skin until he reached her lips. Shelly gazed up at him, her eyes almost black in the dim light.

"Fuck me," she said with a lewd wiggle of her hips.

Liam was stunned. Shelly had never talked in such a manner before. The look of lust on her angelic face stirred something primal deep inside and suddenly he was desperate to feel her pussy gripping him tightly.

He wrenched his trousers open to release his cock and with one swift movement he plunged inside her heated channel. "Oh God, Shelly!" he groaned loudly. It was almost too intense.

"Yess!" she hissed, arching her back and forcing him deeper.

Liam rested his elbows on either side of her shoulders and kissed her hard. Her tongue thrust into his mouth in time with his frantic fucking. There was no way he was going to last long like this; already he could feel his balls tightening, ready to explode.

"I love you!" he gasped at the point of orgasm. He felt her body spasm beneath him and he pulled back to look into her eyes as his cum was ejected forcefully.

To his absolute horror, Shelly had gone. Lying there on the sofa was an old woman with stringy grey hair. She cackled loudly and dug her long, yellow nails into his shoulders.

"You will give me back what you took!" she hissed, her lips drawn back into a deathly grimace. "You laughed on my grave and now I laugh on yours..."

Liam screamed as her insane laughter filled his ears with madness. An icy chill enveloped him with deathly fingers and the world faded into darkness.

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Opening his eyes with a start, Liam saw a blinding light heading towards him much too fast. He tried to move, but his feet were firmly stuck to the icy road. In a final lucid moment before the car struck him and he was flung into the air like a rag-doll, he realised what was happening.

The car was his and he was the driver.

"A life for a life..." cackled a hideous voice inside Liam's head as his life was snuffed out.

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Thanks for reading ~ rach x