Thawing the Ice

After that one pleasing moment , Lucy had always been drawn to the mysterious Loke. The tall, ginger haired man with piercing hazel eyes and a chiseled body that spoke volumes of his greek heritage. She with light blond hair, pale skin, and a slim, athletic figure that complemented her personality. Today, they found themselves in the elevator of a high-rise building of the building, the city's frigid winter picture can be seen

"You know, Loke," Lucy began, her breath misting in the chilly air, "It's like you're made of warmth."

Loke chuckled, his deep voice echoing in the confined space. "Perhaps I am, Lucy. Perhaps ."

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the 50th floor. The doors slid open, revealing a large room .

Lucy stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his. "Come on, let's get you warmed up."

Loke raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And how do you propose we do that?"

Lucy leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I have a few ideas."

Inside Loke's office apartment, Lucy helped him out of his coat, her hands lingering on his broad shoulders. She could feel the cold emanating from his body, the golden hue of his eyes more pronounced in the soft lighting.

"You're freezing," she murmured, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Loke's hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "And you're not?"

Lucy smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm not cold anymore."

She leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Loke's lips were cold, but his kiss was fierce, hungry. His hands slid down to her ass, gripping her firmly as he deepened the kiss. Lucy moaned softly, her body pressing against his.

Loke's hands trailed up her back, unzipping her dress as he went. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in her lace bra and thong. Loke's eyes roamed over her body, his breath hitching.

"You're so beautiful, Lucy," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Lucy smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "And you're still bold."

She sank to her knees, her hands going to his belt. Loke's eyes widened as she unbuckled it, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants. His cock sprang free, already hard and ready. Lucy licked her lips, her eyes on the prize.

"Let's see if I can't warm you more " she said, her voice low and sultry.

She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. Loke groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. Lucy looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his as she took him deeper.

"Fuck, Lucy," Loke groaned, his hips thrusting gently.

Lucy hummed around him, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Loke's breaths came in short gasps, his body trembling with the effort to stay still.

"You're so good at that," he murmured, his voice strained.

Lucy pulled back, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good enough to make you hot?"

Loke chuckled, his breath coming in short gasps. "Almost."

Lucy took him back in her mouth, her hand wrapping around the base. She sucked hard, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot on the underside. Loke groaned, his hips thrusting as he lost control.

"Fuck, Lucy, I'm close," he warned.

Lucy didn't stop, her mouth moving faster and harder. Loke's body tensed, his cock pulsing as he came. Lucy swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.

Loke's breath came in short gasps, his body trembling. Lucy smiled, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. She sucked gently, coaxing another shudder from him.

"See? I told you I could warm you up," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Loke pulled her to her feet, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. "And I told you I was made of ice," he murmured against her lips. "But you're melting me, Lucy. Bit by bit."

Lucy smiled, her hands going to his shirt. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."