Fire & Desire (Hero Series) by Yvette Hines, Monique Lamont Read Free Book Online

changing her underwear and composing herself. By the time she returned
downstairs, he had finished. When she questioned her friends, asking them what
was so special about the ice, she remembered Lydia saying, “Girl, you just had
to see it for yourself. No words can explain.”
    This stripper, who was now dressed like Batman, finally arrived at
the designated place in front of Charmagne. For a few moments, he danced around
her, grinding his hips in a suggestive way to the notes of the song. At one
point, he’d turned his back fully to her, stood within inches of her face and
jiggled his buttocks, similar to the way Trevor had done when Charmagne had fainted
before.
    Remarkably, Charmagne didn’t pass out this time and boldly placed
her hands on his shivering muscles.
    “You don’t have a shy bone left in your body now, do you
Charmagne?” Sonya called out from where she sat perched on the edge of the
couch.
    Karen followed up with, “Who could be shy? A body like that could
make a nun want to reach out and touch.” She made a grabbing motion with her hand
in the air toward the dancer.
    With his back to them, Tiffany couldn’t tell how he was feeling
about all of the catcalls coming his way. When he turned around there was a
serious, determined expression on his face, as if he were going to perform a
science experiment.
    He removed the bowl from Charmagne’s lap and placed it on the
floor beside her chair.
    Squatting on his hunches in front of her, he placed one hand on
each of her ankles. Slowly, he moved his hand up the back of her calves until
he reached her knee. At a leisurely pace he parted her khaki covered legs
widely.
    Grabbing Charmagne by the waist, he forcefully slid her to him. He
wrapped her legs around his waist. Before rising, he leaned over and picked up
a piece of crescent-shaped ice out of the bowl.
    Tiffany was drawn into the scene and couldn’t look away. Her
curiosity was piqued.
    What had Trevor done that had been so captivating to my friends?
    As he stood up fully and his muscular thigh muscles flexed to
support the additional weight in his arms, the dancer commanded, “Open your
mouth.”
    Being caught up in the show, Tiffany felt her own lips part
slightly.
    Batman held her friend firmly in place with one hand on her hip
and placed the ice partially in Charmagne’s mouth. “Now close your lips around
it,” he said.
    When Charmagne’s lips enclosed one end of the cube, the man closed
his mouth around the other end. He turned himself and his weight to the side,
so all of the ladies in the room could see clearly what he was doing and
imagine it was being done to them.
    Gradually, he began to suck on the ice while pulling it in his
mouth slightly and pushing it back into Charmagne’s, until she finally
understood and picked up the rhythm with him. In and out the ice cube went.
Slowly at first, until they almost ended in a tug of war with the cube.
    Charmagne’s eyes closed and a moan echoed throughout the room.
Tiffany wasn’t sure if the noise came from Batman’s pleasured captive or the
spectators.
    The one thing she realized was, in Las Vegas, this scene was meant
for her…even if she hadn’t witnessed it.
    As she watched the slick frozen water enter and leave the recess
of the other woman’s mouth, she knew what Trevor would have been implying.
    Tiffany’s thigh muscles tightened with euphoric recall. Her whole
body began to quiver as she remembered the hot scene they’d shared in the
kitchen. If she‘d seen the actual live performance a month ago, she would have
known Trevor was reliving it too.
    “Hmm, not bad…not bad at all,” Diane groaned.
    Josephine leaned toward her and whispered, “This guy does do it
well. I’m definitely hot, but the last time, I actually thought I would wet my
pants on the spot just imagining what that man could do to me with an
ice cube.”
    Tiffany couldn’t respond. All of the air in her lungs became trapped.
Her throat squeezed.
    In her