Fire and Isis

Heat Stroke: Fire and Isis Leila Brown All rights reserved.

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Heat Stroke: Fire and Isis Leila Brown Isis Jones is a woman plagued by her new powers. Every time she gets aroused her body drops to subzero temps. Do you know how hard it is to have sex when your body freezes your vibrators? Let’s not even mention how fast your boyfriend drops you when you give him frostbite of the cock. She’s desperate. Desperate enough to use a speed dating service to find a man who can withstand sex with her. Kenneth Strong, aka Fire, can withstand her icy passion. And he has every intention of showing her just how hot sex with him can get.

Fire and Isis “Ms. Jones, we don’t normally take on clients who’ve had their powers less than five years.” The small mousy assistant looked up with a superior gleam in her eyes. “I’m aware of that, but I assumed the extra five hundred dollars would take care of it.” Isis watched the woman’s eyes narrow at the mention of extra money. Hell, it was no secret dating agencies that dealt with Supers rarely accepted clients who’d just come into their powers. Five years was usually the minimum. For Super Speed Dating, it was five years or five hundred dollars. “This is your number. Please sit at the table with your number on it. The men will make their way around the room. Mark a score from one to ten beside the name of each guy who sits at your table. At the end of the night, we will give the two highest scorers your contact info.” Isis took the slip of paper and a bite-sized number two pencil. She walked between row after row of numbered tables that were already occupied. Damn. This had seemed like a great idea two weeks ago after her third Rotating Rabbit Vibrator broke due to extreme temperatures. In the back corner, she spied her number. As she sat, her small, tight black denim skirt rode up, nearly exposing the top of her thighs. She clamped down on the immediate urge to pull it down. She had some serious competition at the tables around her. Most of the women were eyeing the large group of men near the bar like a pack of rabid wolves eyeing up their next meal. Those men didn’t stand a chance. She didn’t want the whole pack. Just one. One that could stand a night of icy cold sex.

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But after the tenth “Not if the World were Ending Tomorrow,” she was ready to get up and leave. She latched onto the handle of her purse but she didn’t move fast enough and another guy sat down.

Kenneth Strong handed a lemon drop martini to the chocolate-skinned goddess and set his beer just off to his left. She raised her eyebrow at the drink. “Thank you. Did I look thirsty or something?” “Well, I figured you had so many guys lining up at your table, your throat might be craving a bit of relief.” He left off mentioning anything about how quickly they’d left her table, for now. He watched her fight the smile that finally broke out on her face. From across the room her cocoa-kissed skin had been enticing; up close his stomach clamped with the need to taste it. It took a definite effort not to reach out to see if it was as smooth as it looked. He held his hand out to her, and her gaze raked him up and down before she extended hers in return. Once he had her palm, he turned it over and stroked the velvety skin with his thumb. Much softer than he’d imagined. Her breath came out in noticeable white wisps. Interesting. “So what have you been saying to scare all the men away?” She stared at him with those large honey-colored eyes, then yanked her hand back. “I asked them if they could have sex in sub-zero temperatures.” “And I take it none of them could?” “Actually,” she said, tilting her head, “I don’t think any of them answered the question. Most just got up and walked away.” “Well, I can take whatever temperature you can dish out and still keep going.” He watched her skin take on a slightly washed over frosted tint. Like a Popsicle right out of the freezer. The kind his mother told him would stick to his tongue. The kind he could never resist licking. He reached across the table, grabbed her pencil and dropped it on the floor. Falling to his knees, he retrieved it then slipped beneath the floor-length white

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tablecloth. There was every chance someone had seen him. Not that he cared. The only thing that mattered was the treat waiting directly across from him. He wrapped his fingers around her legs. The chill of her skin ignited the fire in him. His hands heated until the frost melted to a light wet sheen. He tightened his grip around her legs and pushed them wide open. More cold and frost greeted him as he traced a line down her inner thigh with one finger. The frost coating the top of her thighs melted then refroze. Definite possibilities. Reaching up, he grabbed the sides of her panties. It only took a second for his heat to burn through the fabric. With a tight tug, he pulled them from beneath her and balled them up, then slipped them into his pocket. She spread her legs even wider. She was definitely ready. A shiver raced along her skin beneath his fingers. He trailed a finger along her sex. Her cold bite broke through his heat. Using his fingers he spread the lips of her pussy and exposed her clit. He slid his tongue along it. At first touch, his tongue stuck to her flesh, but his heat warmed her skin and his tongue traced down then up her fold. Down, then up again, just like a Popsicle. Her taste was a unique sweet blend of vanilla and spice. A flavor he could become addicted to. He pressed his tongue harder against the smooth skin covering her clit and slowed down the motions of his tongue. He heard her tiny moans. He latched on to her clit and sucked hard. Her ass lifted off her chair and he felt as much as heard her deep moan. She reached down and slid her hands through his hair. He pulled his mouth away from her. “Keep your hands above the table or I’ll have to stop.” She pulled in a quick breath but moved her hands above the white cloth. He waited for a second before turning his attention back to her clit. This time when he took the small fleshy nub in his mouth, he bit down on it lightly and scraped it with his teeth. Her intake of breath told him she’d gotten the message. He was in control here. His tongue moved from her erect clit down her icy folds until he felt the rim of her opening. He curled the sides of his tongue over into a U shape and slipped into her.

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Juices poured onto his tongue. Creamy and smooth. Better than any ice cream he’d ever tasted. He thrust his tongue in and out. In. Out -- until he could feel the muscles of her sex flexing on his tongue. She was close. He rubbed back and forth against her clit again. After the third thrust down the crease of her fold and into her pulsing hole, her muscles tensed around him. Her juices rolled over his tongue like an icy slush. He sucked up every drop before he came up from beneath the tablecloth and handed her the tiny pencil. “And that’s just the beginning.” He watched her swallow while his hard cock strained against the zipper of his jeans. “So do you want to wait for them to give me your number or shall we leave now?”

Isis sucked in a deep breath. When she’d walked through that door tonight she had no intentions of going home alone. But reality and possibility were two totally different things. An image of her life plagued with malfunctioning vibrators flashed in front of her. Fuck that. “Okay, where should we go?” “How about a hotel?” She nodded. There were several within walking distance. When she turned in the tiny scorecard and pencil, the assistant gave her a wide-eyed stare. Super Speed Dating policy stated that clients weren’t allowed to date unless the company matched them. Which probably meant both of them would be ex-clients by tomorrow. Checking into the midsize hotel was a small, painless task. They were on the elevator to the fourteenth floor when he turned to look at her. “I’m Kenneth Strong, by the way. But my friends call me Fire.” “I’m Isis Jones and my exes call me Frostbite.” “So, Isis, why are you hunting for me at a speed dating service? I’d say you could have your pick of men.”

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“Yeah, tell that to my last boyfriend. He still swears he has numb spots on his dick from the frostbite. Most guys tend to shy away when there’s the slightest chance of their cock getting frozen solid.” “Good thing I’m not most guys, huh?” The door to the elevator opened. Their room was the first one off to the left. When he closed the door behind them she stood near the bed. “Take off your clothes and lie down in the middle of the bed.” She arched her eyebrow at him. “And what if I told you to take your clothes off and lie in the middle of the bed?” “Isis, you either do this my way and have an incredible night of sex, or you don’t, and we leave. I can hold back my power and have sex with someone else. Can you?” She gritted her teeth and unbuttoned her crisp white shirt. The cool air rushed her skin. If she’d been aroused she wouldn’t feel the chill. She unzipped her denim skirt and pushed it down her legs. “All of it.” She didn’t turn to look at him. Wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Undressing in front of strangers had never been on her “must do” list. Then again, neither were onenight stands until her powers started manifesting themselves. Isis reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She sat on the bed and scooted back until she was in the middle of it. “Good girl.” “Your turn.” She tried not to sound as jittery as she felt. “Not just yet.” He went to a closet and pulled out an extra bed sheet. With two quick movements he had the damn thing torn into four pieces. “Flip over onto your stomach.” “I’m really not into being tied up.” “You will be. I won’t tie you tight. Don’t you trust me?”

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Fear raced up her spine, but the dark look in his ocean-blue eyes made her temperature drop several degrees. The chill of the room vanished. She nodded and let him tie her legs to separate corners of the bed. The knots along her ankles were a bit tight, but workable. It might take a minute but it was possible to get free. “Now give me your hand.” He stood off to her left. Why did he need her to give him her hand? It was within his reach. She held her hand out to him. He grasped it and a tiny smile lit his face. He was enjoying this. Enjoying her discomfort with being bound. Within minutes she was tied down and totally exposed. He stood on the right side of the bed. She turned her head to see him. When he slipped out of his suit coat and shirt she sucked in an audible breath. Damn. His smooth chest and muscled abs made her lick her lips in anticipation. He sat on the side of the bed and took off his shoes and socks. His pants came next. When she saw the exposed flesh of his ass she felt the sheets stiffen with ice beneath her. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear. “Like what you see? Want to touch?” He crawled onto the bed near her head. “Maybe I tied you in the wrong position. Those little frozen breaths of yours make me want to fuck your mouth.” Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. It was longer and wider than she’d imagined. “Open your mouth.” He inched closer to her until the head of his cock was right in front of her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and traced along the line of one of his veins. He hissed and his body dipped toward her head. His arms held him just barely above her. The position put his cock on a level with her. She sucked the tip of him into her mouth. As her tongue swirled around the small opening on the head of his penis, a small bit of precum coated her tongue. The small droplets warmed her mouth like scalding liquid melting ice. He tasted salty and sweet. And smelled so damn good. She couldn’t help pulling in another long breath.

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“Take me deeper.” The girth of his penis stretched her mouth. Her eyes widened as his massive size cut off her air supply. He pulled out of her mouth and she coughed and spluttered around the head of his cock. “Your mouth feels so good. Too good.” He lifted off her and moved around until he was kneeling between her legs. The brush of his legs against the inside of her thighs sent an icy thrill running along her skin. A tear slid down her face as she spluttered and coughed again. The soft, warm flesh of his cock slipped down the crack of her ass. He grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and stuffed them below her stomach, propping her ass in the air. His fingers connected with the exposed flesh of her cunt then pressed against her clit before sliding down to her spasming opening. He dipped a finger inside. She inhaled a much-needed breath as another finger followed the first. At the third one she groaned and turned her head into the pillow. Her cunt was fuller than it had ever been. As the stuffed feeling started to go away he turned his fingers, twisting them left and right. Pushing them in and out. Setting her every nerve ending on fire. She was burning up and that was just from his fingers. With each new thrust in, she pushed back on his hand. The pleasure flooded her. Consumed her. “Time for the real thing.” He pulled his fingers out and a loud slurping sound echoed through the room. Moving closer, he used his knees to open her legs wider. At the first press of his cock against her opening, she felt the warmth of her cunt chill as wanting engulfed her. The head of his penis pushed into her. A moan tore from her throat. He was bigger than his three fingers combined. She felt stretched beyond all reason. “So tight.” He dipped his head and licked her along her spine. She shivered as the wet path he traced froze over. He leaned back and grabbed the rounded globes of her ass. With a tight grip he spread her cheeks and pushed the full length of him into her pussy. The long, slow stroke filled her up, and she gripped the sheets under her fingers

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and bit the material to keep from screaming out. If she weren’t tied down she would’ve come completely off the bed. He didn’t move for a second, then shoved hard into her. With each forward press, her muscles clamped down on him. As he pulled out of her constricted cunt, desire rolled through her and her body sank to a colder temperature. At the touch of her chill, he surged back in, and heat exploded from him, warming her center. Steam surrounded them, heating the sheets and thickening the air. With each thrust he got hotter and melted her increased chill. With each thrust she clamped down harder on his penis, and then he surged in stronger. She milked his cock, grinding her hips back into each thrust. He slammed into her. Faster. Her body temperature dove to subzero. With clenching fingers, he opened her ass cheeks up more and one of his thumbs dipped down and rubbed along her puckered hole. She reared up as he slammed into her. He continued to pound into her and he rubbed both thumbs around her hole. When he dipped one of his thumbs inside all the way to his knuckle, she bucked and thrashed as pleasure flooded her. Overwhelmed her. Drowned her. Wave after wave washed over her, then seconds later she heard him yell. Fire poured into her, melting the ice in her cunt. Jet after jet splashed inside her, setting off more pleasurable shocks. Even after he pulled out and dropped down beside her, her body twitched from pleasure. She closed her eyes and savored each sensation assaulting her body. “So does this mean I can get a second date?” he whispered against her ear. “I need to check my calendar, but I’m pretty sure I’m free.” She licked her lips, concentrating on the aftershocks rocking her body. “I haven’t said what day.” He chuckled. “I know.” She had no intention of missing out on a repeat performance.

Leila Brown Leila has been an avid reader since the fifth grade. As she got older she read everything she could get her hands on from horror to mystery and finally stopping in romance. While in college studying computer programming and electrical engineering, she realized what she wanted to do when she grew up. She wanted to write those stories that entertained her through more nights than she could remember. Of course her first attempts were less than remarkable and have been destroyed to protect the innocent. :) Currently, she works a normal 9 to 5 in the IT world. She writes during her lunch hour and at home after 9pm when everyone in her house is asleep. Is it easy? Yes and no. Coming up with the stories is easy. Getting the words out of her head and onto paper is HARD! But she couldn't live without it!