Bethany's Fire, On Ice

Bethany panted while fanning herself with junk mail. The sales flier was getting increasingly limp as it soaked up the sweat from her palm. "I don't know if I'm going to survive the day, never mind until next week!"

She limply flopped her head toward the open window, silently praying for a strong breeze, but the air remained still and stifling. The little stand fan beside her purred dutifully as it tried its best, but it was barely strong enough to move a strand of her straw-colored hair.

"This heat wave is going to kill me, I swear." She muttered, imagining her body melting like a child's dropped ice cream cone on the pavement. And as if her very thoughts had the power to summon her desires, she heard the first tinkling notes.

They drifted to her ears like feathers playing on a breeze, light and teasing. The soft melody that incited memories of childish laughter and glee. The answer to her heat wave prayers.

At first, she worried that she was imagining it, a hallucination like an oasis in the desert. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to catch the few snatches of music better. At first, it began to fade away, and with it, her hope for relief, but then it began to grow louder, as it she were actually being homed in on. Maybe she really WAS summoning it somehow!

By whatever method it was working, she willed it to keep on working and draw the music closer, the few disconnected notes slowly forming into a song from deep in her youth. The song called to the child that still hid deep within her thirty-five year old body. That child recognized the song immediately and longed to come out to play.

Bethany's eyes snapped open and she allowed the flier to drift to the floor. Her adult self was about to give in to that desire. "Ice cream!" She squealed with immature excitement and snatched up her purse before rushing outside to find the truck.

The truck was unmistakable. Still some distance away, she recognized the large white van immediately. It was exactly as she remembered. Apparently there was no need to change it. The van was trolling slowly along, it's pied piper music blasting merrily from a set of speakers on its roof. Periodically it would pause as children ran out, excitedly waving money in hand in exchange for sweet cold treats.

Bethany watched with envious eyes, wishing the driver would hurry up and reach her. It was FAR too hot to ACTUALLY go running anywhere. She stood in a puddle of shade cast by a tree and tapped her foot impatiently. Whoever was driving the truck must be making a bundle with this weather.

Come to think of it, she hadn't seen or heard an ice cream truck in her neighborhood for several years. Certainly not since she'd moved in, anyway. Had she somehow REALLY summoned the damn thing?

Finally, the last of the current customers had been served and the van began making it's way toward her again. She began imaging the offerings of her childhood, wondering if they'd changed. There had always been the popsicles with crazy flavors like Bubble Gum and Blue Razz, shaped like cartoon characters or super heroes, the Good Humor bars, the classic fudgcicle, and sometimes they offered more exotic options like chocolate dipped frozen bananas.

Images of each were running through her mind as she tried to decide what would be the perfect item to cool her down, when she was snatched from her inner world. The truck had stopped again, but it hadn't reached her yet. Instead, the damn thing began beeping and backing up!

Bethany scoffed in disbelief. Where in the world was the fool going?! He hadn't serviced HER yet! She was the one who had summoned him out of the nether! "Hey!" She cried out, stepping out from the shelter of her shade. "Hey! Wait!"

The truck suddenly stopped mid turn, even the fanciful music skipping a moment, as if startled by her presence. Still waving her hand, Bethany hurried her way to the waiting ice cream truck, drenching herself further in sweat. She felt as if she'd had a bucket of warm water dumped over her head.

The ice cream truck continued to wait patiently for her as she approached, her hurried steps somehow keeping time with the song playing from the speakers. As she rounded the front and approached the open side window, she glanced at the colorful pictures comprising the menu. Flintstone Push Up Pops? They still made those? The cartoon faces of Spongebob, Spiderman and some other character she had never heard of also caught her eye.

She continued looking over the offerings as she walked up to the window until finally she'd made her selection. "I think I'll take..." She turned to face the driver at last. "You! Um, I, uh, I mean..."

The sun must surely have turned into a ball of ice compared the the burning of her own face. The driver's chuckle was warm and lively, almost as entrancing as the music had been before. "I'm not usually available to customers, but for you, ma'am, I think I'm willing to make an exception."

Bethany bit her bottom lip as she snuck another look at the man. His black licorice hair tumbled nearly to his shoulders. His skin was a rich caramel and his deep chocolate brown eyes finished off her sweet tooth. He had a slight suggestion of a mustache and a stylish goatee decorated his chin. He was beyond handsome. Catching her admiring stare, he gave her a roguish wink, causing her to turn away yet again as she felt her face catch flame anew.

"You weren't even going to stop for me at first!" Bethany accused, switching to a safer topic. "I had to run you down! In this heat!"

The driver's flirtatious grin turned into an exaggerated frown. "I'm so sorry, senorita, I didn't mean to ignore you. You see, the map I was given said there were no children down the rest of that road, and when I saw you standing there on the side of the road, I didn't realize you were waiting for me. I thought you weren't interested." When his smile returned, it was sincere. "I promise to do better in the future. This is my first day."

"First day?" Bethany repeated. "I was just thinking about how I haven't seen an ice cream truck here in forever. Did they finally hire someone new for the route?"

"Kinda." The driver replied with a chuckle. "Actually, I bought it. Always dreamed of running a food truck some day, and when I saw an old fashioned ice cream truck and route for sale... Well, I couldn't resist." His voice carried a note of pride as he spoke.

Bethany nodded. She could appreciate someone following their dreams. "Well, make sure you don't keep ignoring potential customers or you won't last very long." She pouted, ego still smarting from her earlier blunder.

The driver smirked as he let his eyes slide across her body like a caress. "I don't think any man alive could ignore you, senorita." He said with a flirtatious wink. "So what can I get for you, besides a generous serving of Diego?"

Diego. That must be his name. Bethany filed away the information as Interesting But Not Particularly Useful. Once the heat wave was over, she'd likely forget about his existence, never mind his name. Even if he was especially cute. This terrible heat wave that was sapping her energy, and maybe even her very life away. She badly needed something to cool her down.

She looked over the picture menu again, having forgotten her earlier selection, but for some reason the pictures were all melting and swirling, the words next to them becoming illegible scribbles.

"Hey, are you alright? You look a little..." Bethany heard the words but was having trouble processing what they meant. Why did it feel like the world was suddenly tilting crazily? Was she drunk? She couldn't be, she hadn't touched any alcohol since her air conditioner broke down.

Suddenly, Diego disappeared. The ice cream truck began to fling itself into the sky. The impossibly blue, cloudless sky. And she was tilting again. The world was falling away. She was cast into some kind of amusement park ride, maybe one of those crazy spinny ones meant to make you dizzy. But first they needed to strap her in.

She felt those straps against her back, strong and firm as steel cables, anchoring her back to the world's surface. A shadow began to block her view of the sky, and then she was staring up into a pair of concerned brown eyes. "Need to get you out of the sun." The eyes said, the voice echoing down to her as if from a long tunnel. One of the straps behind her back shifted to rest behind her knees and then she was being lifted up.

In her mind, she imagined being at a carnival. She had just gotten off of a Tilt-A-Whirl and now she was riding the giant swings that would carry her in the air. But this swing was shaped like a very attractive Mexican man.

The eyes moved away and a very beautiful, very masculine throat filled her vision instead. Taut cords of muscle stood out to either side, stretching flawless skin into a little V shaped groove at the base of his neck. A few inches below his strong chin, the smooth swell of his adam's apple bobbed with every breath. A small bead of sweat trickled it's way downward, pausing on that swelling for just a moment before swiftly darting the rest of the way down his neck and disappearing down his shirt.

Unable to stop herself in her dreamy state, Bethany leaned up and ran her tongue back up the path of that sweat droplet, flicking her tongue from the tip of his chin and giggling at the prickly tickle of his goatee hair.

Her ride came to a sudden halt and the perfect throat was once again replaced by those chocolate brown eyes. At first they were narrowed in concern, but then, likely responding to the growing need in her own gaze, they widened, the irises dilating in answer. Bethany heard some breathless words she didn't understand. It sounded like Spanish to her ears.

"Ok, screw the shade tree, we're going in the truck. It's cooler in there." Diego said, turning around and the ride started up again. It was then that her mixed up brain finally registered that she was not on some carnival ride, she was being carried in Diego's arms. The arms of a handsome stranger. Who she had just licked like the ice cream he sold.

If she had been in her normal and rational mind, she would have been mortified to death. In her current state, she wanted to do it again and see if it led to something fun. His neck was so perfect, it could have been sculpted by a master artist. Every line and swell, the shifting of muscle under the skin and the pulsing of his breath sent excited tingles throughout her limbs.

Another pause and a brief jostling, then the sun disappeared and she was in shade. Cool air blew across her face and sent shivers across her skin as sweat began to evaporate. She was gently laid down on her back while Diego fussed with something just outside of her view, her legs left to dangle. Whatever surface she was resting on was flat and hard, just a few feet above the floor. It vibrated slightly with some hidden motor, tickling her nose like an electric toothbrush.

A moment later, she was being lifted again, helped to sit up, and something wet lifted to her lips. "Here, drink slowly." Diego was saying softly, his voice like a purr in her ears. Bethany reached up and felt the bottle of water he was holding. She took it carefully from him and shallowly nodded a thanks before tilting it for a sip.

The cool water was refreshing, and a single sip wasn't enough. She needed just one more. Just one more swallow and she would be satisfied. Just one more mouthful and that would be enough. Before she knew it, the bottle was empty and she was licking the final drops from the plastic rim and pouting that there wasn't more. She was still thirsty.

"Wow, you downed that pretty fast." Diego was saying. "How do you feel? Are you alright?"

Bethany shifted her gaze from the empty bottle to the ice cream truck driver's face. Along with slaking her thirst, the water had also begun to return her wandering senses. "I,.. yes. Much better. Thank you." She muttered as the last few minutes ran back through her mind like a rewinding videotape.

Diego moved closer. His wide eyes were full of a mingling of concern and hope. As Bethany continued to recover, the concern melted away, leaving behind the hope and making room for something else to begin bleeding in. Bethany was almost afraid to name what she was beginning to see, even though she recognized it well.

"I guess it was a little hotter out there than I thought." She stammered, unable to pull her own gaze away despite her best efforts. "You see, my AC has been broken down since... I don't even remember when it stopped working anymore. And I called someone to get it repaired but they can't send anyone out until..." She let the words fall away, mesmerized by the man standing so close to her.

"Until?" He said, encouraging her to continue. He leaned closer but never touched her, or made any motion as if he intended to, he just continued to watch her with that mesmerizing stare. It was full of hope that her interest had not just been another of the heat's illusions but also... a growing hunger.

A hunger that was no doubt matched in her own stare. How long had it been since she had dared let herself feel so drawn to another man? Not since the divorce. She'd made her excuses for not dating again, but she had still longed for another's touch. That special "friend" hidden in the bedside table drawer was barely enough anymore. "Until... What? What was I talking about again?"

His eyes flicked down to her lips, wordlessly asking for permission. "Your broken AC. You said they couldn't send a repairman until..."

Bethany felt her heart begin to race, that drunken headiness return as she felt herself begin to lean closer as well, just a subtle shift of movement. "Oh... Until, um... someone is free, I guess." She giggled, no longer caring about the subject at hand. "Although it feels like yours is working just fine. It feels pretty nice in here." She finally noticed that the open window for the customers to approach had been closed up, blocking out most of the harsh sun's rays. Only a bit of scattered light still came from the windshield of the big van.

"Yeah, the freezers help keep it a little cooler in here." He purred, his gaze flicking back down to her mouth again before returning to her own. "Although you would be surprised how much heat they can put out sometimes."

Bethany was finally able to turn her head to look around her, surprised to find herself sitting on top of a chest freezer. There were three of them in all inside the spacious area, as well as a few baskets on a rack above the window, each holding various kinds of candies. "Wow, this is a pretty nice set up you have here." She said approvingly. "I'd be hard pressed to name a single kid who wouldn't say this was their dream." She returned her attention to Diego and gasped sharply.

His head was tilted back, looking up over his shoulder at the candy baskets she had just been admiring. The corded muscle at the side of his neck stretched tantalizingly, his apple pushed prominently forward. Despite herself, Bethany found herself running her tongue over her upper teeth, unable to prevent herself from imagining how that flawless skin would feel between her bicuspids. How would he taste? Would his skin be as sweet as the sugary treats he sold? Or would he have more of a salted flavor from all the sweat the sun drew from him? She longed to find out.

Turning his head back, Diego caught her stare, and the motion of her tongue before she could snap her mouth back shut. He had been about to say something, but he paused in surprise, then his lips stretched in a knowing grin. Facing her, he tilted his head far back, letting his shoulder-length hair drape down his back while he exposed his long, graceful throat. An offering. He swallowed hard, making his adam's apple bob down and then up again.

Bethany breathed in deeply and let it out in a halting pant. With that single movement, he had transformed from a normal man to a thing of absolute beauty. Her hand fluttered up to her own throat, thumb trailing a path from her chest to the point of her chin in mimicry of what she longed to do to him, but didn't yet dare.

When he finally lowered his head to look at her again, she was trembling with need. She needed either to run, dash back to her home and pretend none of this had happened, it was just a hallucination brought on by her heat stroke, or...

Or she needed to go for it. To touch, to taste, to accept his offering and claim it for her own.

Diego moved closer until he was leaning his lower half against the chest freezer, then leaned even closer to her, but then stopped, inviting her to come closer. He tilted his head to the side, offering his neck to her once again, but leaving her room to escape if she decided to decline his offering.

But Bethany could never decline. Her breath coming in shallow gasps, she tentatively reached out a fingertip, brushing it along his skin with the lightness of a feather. Was that thundering pulse coming from him or herself? Her ears were already filled with the rolling drumbeat of her own heart, but was it also echoed in Diego or was it pulsing into him through her finger?

A second finger joined the first, and she felt a slight shiver run through the ice cream man as together they traced his throat, shifting to either side of the lovely lump that was calling for the caress of her tongue, not her hand. Through half-lidded eyes, Diego watched her face, his smiling growing as if to say 'Yeah, you like that, huh.' And Bethany could only agree. She liked it very much indeed.

His gaze flicked down to her mouth once more, but this time, instead of asking permission, he was granting it. Accepting, Bethany swooped forward like an eagle ambushing prey. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her mouth went right to his neck, latching on like a lamprey.

She swiveled herself around on top of the freezer and pulled him between her legs, hooking her ankles together as he nestled in place, his own hands moving to her hips and simply resting there.

Bethany swirled her tongue inside of her mouth, delighting in his flavor. Once the salt of sweat had been licked away, she found that he was a delicious blend of buttery and spicy. It was a unique taste that she was greatly enjoying. When she had finally had enough of tasting him, she opened her mouth wider and, gently at first, brushed her teeth against the side of his neck. Diego let out a soft moan, encouraging her to continue. Letting out her own soft murr, she grasped a mouthful of flesh and slowly tightened her jaw, enjoying the slow give and slight resistance as his skin molded itself around the tiny gaps between the enamel.

When he groaned, the sounds echoed inside of her mouth and it felt as if she were swallowing his very voice. The rapid thump of his heartbeat raced along her jaw bone, mirroring her own deafening pulse in her ears. She closed her eyes, the intimacy of it almost too much for her to handle as they melded into a single grotesque creature.

Need surged within her, a need to touch and be touched, a need for more. And in the growing tenseness of Diego's body, she sensed a similar need within him. She pulled him tighter against herself, her mouth still on his throat as if granting him every breath he took. She scooted herself closer to the edge of the freezer and felt his hands slide down to her ass to help pull their hips together, his hardness pressing into her as it struggled against the barrier of his jeans.

She rocked her hips, causing him to groan louder as they ground together, finding a rhythm. He leaned his head further and began to lean away, causing her to tug at his bitten skin. He moaned louder at her pull. Reluctantly, she loosened her grip and let him pull away, but felt the emptiness of her mouth immediately.

Keeping their hips connected, he leaned back and lowered his head to smile at her, his eyes filled with lust. Her glistening tooth marks stood out on his neck like a fresh tattoo. "A biter, huh? I like that." He darted in to kiss her. She opened her lips in invitation, but he kept his closed, pressing against her own before leaning back away again. Giving her a playful grin, he wiggled his hips against hers, grip tightening on her rear. "I take it you're feeling better? Had a bit of a scare there."

Bethany paused a moment to take stock of herself. Was she feeling better? She was certainly enjoying some relief from the heat, but in some ways (and places) she was even hotter than before. She no longer felt delirious, however, except in the ways the delicious driver was affecting her. She tossed her head to send her hair back over her shoulder and returned his grin. "Yeah, this heat wave has really been getting to me. But I'm feeling a lot better now. Although..." She chewed her bottom lip as she let her eyes travel down his body.

He wore a navy blue button up shirt that was loose at the collar to expose the white of an undershirt below. A pair of blue jeans clung tightly to his narrow hips, all the tighter from the tenting up front. Bringing her gaze back up, she noticed a thin silver chain tucked into his shirt, ringing his beautiful, perfect neck. Lyrics to an old Blue Oyster Cult song ran through Bethany's mind like a ringtone. 'Burn out the day, burn out the night. I don't see no reason to put up a fight. I'm all for giving the devil his due. I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you.' "It looks like there's something pretty hot in here too."

Diego chuckled and took his time raking her with his own admiring look. "Really now. Maybe I need to cool you down a little more, then?"

She looked down at their joining, both of them still fully clothed, although she figured that wasn't going to be the case much longer. "Maybe you'd better." She teased. "At this rate, I think we'll burn out the motor of your freezer here."

Diego cut his eyes back up to meet hers, locking her in his mesmerizing gaze. "Oh, don't worry about those. I think they can take it. But for you..." He grinned playfully, then leaned to the side, lifting the lid to one of the other freezers and snaking his hand in. When he pulled it back out again, he held something in a white paper wrapper. "Maybe something from the cooler?"

Bethany widened her eyes with interest. A list of possible flavors ran through her mind like a shopping list as she wondered exactly which one was hiding behind the wrapping. She hoped it was a fudgecicle. Or one of the Good Humor bars. She loved those.

Diego didn't make her wait long to find out. Letting go of her bottom, his deft fingers easily tore the thin paper and slipped it off to reveal a pale orange popsicle with a bit of cream peeking out from around the stick. An orange creamsicle! One of her childhood favorites! He brought it over closer to her face, leaning in again and giving her his playful grin. "Maybe this will help cool you down..." He let his eyes fall to stare wantonly at her cleavage. "Before I warm you back up again."

She caught herself giggling at his antics, but she couldn't help it. She felt like a school girl talking to her crush. "Hm, I don't want to get too chilly, now. Maybe I should lick both and keep a nice balance. One lick to a cold thing..." She reached up to accept the creamcicle, staring into his eyes while she ran her tongue it's entire length. Diego watched her closely, his own breathing speeding up significantly. "Mmmm. And one lick of something nice and hot..." She leaned forward and licked his neck, flattening her tongue across the swell of his apple and dragging slowly upward, giving a flick with the tip of her tongue in parting. Diego let out a whimper. "Mmmmm. Perfect."

"Yes." He panted. "Perfect." He tilted his head so he could watch her but also offer up his neck at the same time, the previous bite shading into an attractive red color.

Bethany did two more swapped licks, taking her time with both. First she would run her tongue along the frozen treat to cool it, then ran her chilled tongue along some part of his neck, enjoying the combined flavor of both. Every touch drew moans and shivers from the driver, making him press himself harder into her.

"Uh oh!" He said while she was in the middle of her third lick. "It looks like it's melting on you already." She was aware of the small droplets that had fallen on her hand and chest, but she had intended to deal with them later, after she was done tormenting the object of her desire. "Allow me to get that for you." He ducked his head and his own tongue snaked out, slowly lapping the droplets from her exposed cleavage.

Bethany gasped and let her breath out in a soft moan. His mouth was fiery hot against her already warmed skin, his tongue searing a trail of pleasure across her nerve endings. When he lifted his head, she gasped and dragged the frozen treat across her skin, needing to feel him again.

Diego grinned eagerly as he watched her, then lowered his head back to her chest. This time, he took his time licking her clean, his tongue moving with an agonizing slowness that drove her to madness. Once he was done with her cleavage, his hot mouth made another blistering trail, this one up the side of her neck and just behind her ear.

Bethany couldn't hold still, her body squirming of its own volition as if he was jolting her with electricity. She closed her eyes and tilted her head away, the popsicle largely forgotten although her fingers still clutched tightly to the little wooden stick. By the time he leaned away again, she felt ready to melt into a little pile of goo like a dropped popsicle. He glanced at her hand, now sticky with orange drippings, and looked into her eyes as he gently grabbed her wrist in order to pull her hand over.

His tongue was like a moist pink serpent as it slipped out and caressed her knuckles, cleaning the orange mess and sending more trails of fire directly to her already-excited core. "I am about to call you Harry Potter, because you are casting magic on me right now!" Bethany exclaimed.

Diego rested his forehead against hers and smiled wide, his breath coming in slow but heavy pants. "I'll be your Harry if you'll be my Ginny." He replied with a soft chuckle.

"That depends..." Bethany purred, running the ice cream along the side of his neck and causing him to shudder. "Does Ginny like ice cream?"

Diego laughed, tilting his head again to offer his neck. "I have no idea, to be honest. Never read the books or anything. But I have a niece who happens to be obseeeeeeee-oh god yeah."

After a quick lick to clear the stick smear, Bethany sank her teeth deep into his warm skin again, her tongue swishing inside of her mouth. The mixture of his spicy taste mixed with the sweetness of the high fructose corn syrup and natural orange flavoring was an addictive taste that belonged uniquely to him. Dropping the treat, her hands moved to his shirt, roughly yanking it free of his pants before grasping either side to tear it open. The buttons made soft pinging sounds as they went flying around the truck.

Reluctantly, she released her bite, but only to move her mouth to his apple, tongue stroking and caressing the soft lump before surrounding it with her lips. Diego continued to shift his head and neck to accommodate her, even holding out his arms to allow her to tear his button up shirt from his body.

"You are a feisty one, aren't you, baby girl." He said, the vibrations of his voice tickling her mouth. "I love that." His hands slid up from their place at her own hips and grasped her shirt, sliding his fingers underneath the material so he could pull it up while running his hands up along her sides. Bethany was reluctant to release his neck, but as soon as her shirt was discarded, she felt a cooling rush of air on her skin from the fans.

At that moment, all that mattered was the man in front of her and his beautiful throat. Just as quickly and roughly as she tore off his top shirt, his white under tee was discarded and she took an appreciative look at his upper half. The same artist that had created his beautiful neck had created just as beautiful of a body to go along with it. His toned, muscular form looked like it had been carved from the finest wood, and then sanded smooth to perfection.

Bethany licked her teeth again while imagining herself decorating that perfect canvas with a lovely bouquet of bruise roses. She splayed her fingers across his chest, slowly sliding her hands downward. He had the toned body of someone who earned his muscles through a life time of hard work rather than lifting weights in a gym. His skin was smooth and warm under her fingertips, his occasional scars enhancements rather than flaws. She stopped to finger one across his belly, a long thin line that was paler than the rest of him, as if he had been impaled by something large and sharp.

"Appendix out." Diego volunteered.

There was no real emotion behind the two words, delivered as casually as if talking about the weather, but the admission made him even more endearing. And sexy. Her hands slid lower until they reached the woven leather belt that held up his jeans. Her fingers made short work of the buckle, then pushed him back so she could access the button and zipper still in her way.

Diego again accommodated, his arms falling to his sides as he watched her fumble with his pants and finally pull them open. His thick erection pushed forward, a pair of vibrant leopard-print unders the final barrier from exposure. Licking her lips, she ran a fingertip along his length, amused by the way the spots stretched and moved with the movement of his swollen cock. He let out a soft moan, his breath stuttering, and his erection twitched eagerly at her touch.

Bethany let her eyes linger on the shape beneath the leopard print another moment, then slid her gaze back upwards until she met his own again. He stared at her with a mingling of appreciation and need. He seemed happy to let her take the lead. She leaned forward and kissed him, his molten tongue threatening to melt her as they danced. His hands rose to either side of her head, gently holding her face in place as he returned her passions, his hips pressing back into hers with renewed vigor.

Her hands went to his waist, her fingers playing with the elastic band of his underwear. The man was fire, lighting up every nerve in her body. One of his hands left her cheek to travel down her back, pulling her body tightly to his own while keeping their mouths locked. His touch lit her up like a Christmas tree and created a trail of fresh sweat.

"Goodness!" He said when he finally released her mouth. "You're about as soaked as if you got caught in a rain storm." His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Maybe we should finish getting you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold."

"It would be the only part of me that's cold." She panted in response, leaning heavily on his arm to keep her balance. "Boy, you're burning me like a fever." Her head swam again like just before he had caught her, her breath coming fast and hard as if it was too excited to stay in her lungs.

Diego laughed. "Oh, do you need some more cooling off? Then we should get you out of those hot clothes." He leaned to reach back into the chest freezer and Bethany assumed he would pull out another orange creamsicle but while the white paper wrapper was similar, the entire shape was smaller and more slender than before. "I hope you like chocolate." He said with a wink.

"What woman doesn't?" Bethany panted, eyes glued to the wrapped treat.

Diego tore the wrapper using only the fingers of the same hand holding it, using his teeth to tear the rest of the wrapper off before spitting it to the floor. He was left holding a frozen Fudgcicle, another childhood favorite. Tiny ice crystals silvered the brown surface in places, but she knew from experience that they wouldn't be there long. Especially when he moved it to her mouth, her very breath causing them to melt and evaporate away.

The popsicle was dragged slowly, playfully along her bottom lip before Bethany stuck her tongue out and wrapped it around the tip to pull it into her mouth. "Mmmm" She moaned as she sucked on it, the taste of chocolate milkshake filling her taste buds.

Diego watched her with hungry eyes, slowly sliding the popsicle in and out of her mouth as she sucked on it. Finally he pulled it back out of her mouth and slid it across her bottom lip again before rubbing it along the side of her neck and down her chest, "That looks good." He said as he made her shiver and dance. "I think I'd like a taste." Then he surprised her by rubbing it across the side of his own neck as well.

Bethany licked her lips while looking at the smear of chocolate at the side of his perfect neck, slowly dripping down his skin. Before she could act on her impulse to lick at it, Diego ducked his head to flick his tongue across her mouth, then turned to lick her neck. His full lips grazed and plucked gently at her own throat, sending her eyes rolling back into her head in bliss. She felt herself going ragdoll limp as he wrapped his arms around her back and gently lowered her to lay on top of the freezer, his fiery mouth following the ice cream trail along her chest.

Something about that thought wormed its way through her pleasure, interspersing her moans with girlish giggles. She then gasped as the popsicle returned, drawing freezing designs across the tops of her breasts before they were slurped up by Diego's hungry mouth. She felt him kiss and lick a trail to her shoulder then, grasping the spaghetti strap of her bra in his teeth and tugging it down playfully. She shifted her arm to allow him to pull it free entirely before repeating the action with her other strap. "Front or back?" He whispered as he chewed lightly on her earlobe.

"Huh?" Lost in her ecstasy, Bethany was completely confused by the question. She was too focused on his hot tongue tracing the shell of her ear.

He seemed to be enjoying her incomprehension and chuckled softly into her ear. "The hooks." He whispered, fingers tracing a slow line down her belly. "Are they in the front or the back?"

Bethany opened her mouth, but whatever answer she was going to give was lost forever when she felt the frozen popsicle touch her again, this time following the trail previously left by his fingertip. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed instead. Her back arched as she sucked in her abdomen in pure reflex.

Diego moved away from her ear and offered her his neck again, as if to distract her. It worked. Grabbing him, Bethany pulled his neck lower and clamped on, moaning into his skin as her teeth sank deep and her tongue lapped up the sticky mess. Diego groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure at her bite, his body tensing in her grip. "Aaahhhh, yeah. Bite me. Mark me. Claim me as yours." He grunted.

Bethany began to writhe, teeth pressing deeper into her mouthful of flesh. Her every nerve was already alive and sending pulses throughout her body, set alight anew with every touch. She felt one of his arms slip behind her back while it was arched, and a moment later felt a soft pop, followed by a release of pressure around her chest. Just like that, her bra was discarded.

The driver wasn't finished with her, however. Or the Fudgesicle. Another cold touch to her belly made her gasp and release her hold on his neck, allowing him to straighten up again. He fingered the bright red circle on his neck tenderly and grinned, his eyes dark with excitement. "You know, you're right." He purred. "These are delicious." His eyes drifted down her body to her newly exposed breasts, her nipples reaching upward in twin hardened peaks of arousal. "These look pretty delicious too." He gently cupped one breast in his free hand, leaning down to flick his tongue across the sensitive bud.

Bethany moaned and arched her back again at his touch, the sensitive nub shooting flares directly to her core. A few more licks nearly sent her over the edge. She wasn't sure how much more she could endure before she was sent tumbling over her peak.

"So sweet." Diego muttered, his tongue tracing a circle around her areola. "Let's try them together." Bethany nearly screamed when the frozen treat touched her already tender nipple. Her voice tangled in her throat and instead came out as a kind of hiccup. But Diego ignored her, slowly dragging the half melted popsicle around and around her nipple until it had been thoroughly covered in melting Fudgesicle, then once more lowered his head to her chest to take it into his mouth.

While he gently sucked the chilled nub, his other hand moved to her other breast, kneading it lightly while gently pinching and rolling the other nipple with forefinger and thumb. The combined frost and fire made words impossible for Bethany. "That was good." Diego murred. "I wonder if the other one tastes as sweet."

Bethany writhed as the action was repeated, first the cold and then the heat, reducing her body to a quivering jelly. She bucked and writhed, bouncing off the wall of hard flesh that was Diego above her. When he finally finished his torturous pleasure, he kissed her chest between her breasts and grinned down at her. "Sweeter than sugar. Delicious." Bethany was too overwhelmed and overstimulated to give one of her usual snappy replies and could only let out a wordless groan.

Diego stood back up and held the popsicle above her mouth. There wasn't much of it left, a few soggy-looking lumps clinging desperately to the stick. She shook her head slightly, declining it, and the driver just shrugged and stuck it into his own mouth, happily finishing the last of the treat. He then pulled the stick from between his lips and dragged it slowly down her belly. "So, do you feel any cooler?" He taunted.

If anything, Bethany couldn't imagine being any hotter if she had been doused in gasoline and set on fire. Any hotter and she was afraid she would spontaneously combust. Her skin was covered in sweat and burning like the worst point of a fever. And yet, she didn't want that fever to break. Not just yet, anyway. Diego was also sweating, his tanned skin shimmering with it, but despite his obvious desire, which she could still feel pressing incessantly against her own shorts, he seemed so much more composed than she was.

"Hm, you still seem a little warm to me." He moved his hands to her hips and traced the waistband of her shorts with the pads of his thumbs. "Maybe you're still wearing too much. Is that the problem?" His voice carried a teasing tilt, and he gave her a wink that sent Bethany's heart racing even faster than she ever thought possible.

"Uh.. uh-huh." She answered breathlessly. That elicited another chuckle from Diego and he gave a tug at her shorts. She obediently lifted her hips, watching him as he pulled them and her panties down her legs and unhooked the material from her shoes so that she was laying naked before him. When he positioned himself back between her legs, only the ridiculous leopard printed cotton remained between them.

He rubbed his hardness against her pussy, which was wet enough to instantly soak the material. "Oh wow!" He exclaimed in mock surprise. "I think I found where all that heat is coming from, and it's not the sun." He ground against her harder. "Maybe this is where I need to put the ice cream, huh? Would that cool you down more?"

"Don't you dare!" She snapped as he began to lean to the side again, as if to fetch another popsicle. He laughed, and instead moved his hand to her chest to gently grasp one of her breasts. Bethany moaned softly, enjoying the attention.

"Is there something else you want there, maybe?" He teased, grinding against her again. "It won't make you any cooler. In fact, it will make you even hotter." He took a moment to allow his eyes to run along her naked body. "And you're pretty damn hot already."

Bethany couldn't agree more. But her body craved his heat more than any air conditioner. The discomfort of her need overpowered the discomfort of the weather. She began bucking her hips against him in a wordless command. She had never felt such a strong pull before.

Diego's grin widened and he slid a hand along her leg, tickling her ankle before sliding it back up. "Did I cool you down too much? Is that what it is? You need to warm back up?" He leaned down and kissed her nipple before flicking his tongue across it again. Nerves already alight, the further teasing was like a lightning storm inside of Bethany's body. She gasped and arched her back to press further into his mouth, but he pulled away instead.

"What a little wild cat." He said with a soft laugh. "I've heard your roar, let's see if I can make you purr." Placing one gentle hand on her stomach, he took half a step back and reached down, pushing his jeans down past his hips and freeing himself from the constraints of the leopard print. When she was later in her right mind, Bethany would wonder about the feline theme.

In the heat of the moment, she stretched out her legs and wrapped them around his waist, hooking her ankles behind his ass. She anticipated him entering her quickly and bringing a relief to the near ache that was gripping her core. Her lover, however, was not done with his teasing.

He leaned into her again, one hand held between them, but instead of guiding himself into her, she felt his shaft nestle between her nether lips. 'You bastard!' Bethany thought to herself, but aloud only let out a long groan of protest. Diego leaned down, pressing his body lightly against hers as he kissed her again. Her mouth filled with his tongue stopped any further utterances.

She had too admit, he was a good kisser. And his hands felt so good on her skin. His rigid erection even felt good as it slid against her, tantalizing her with the promise of what was to come. After a while, he pulled back, ending the kiss. "Alright, alright." He said finally. "I know what you want, little mamasita." Tilting his chin up, he offered her his throat.

Bethany's eyes fell right to the swell of his apple, a primal hunger rising in her belly. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him down lower, her mouth surrounded the lump, pressing her tongue into it with a soft moan. At the same time, she felt Diego's body shift above her, and his shaft slid down until finally the head was at her entrance. With slow, gentle thrusts of his hips, he began to enter her.

His moans were soft at first, echoing into her mouth as if she were swallowing his voice. Her own moans, poured into his throat, seemed to come out of his mouth as if they shared lungs. Bethany could think of nothing more intimate than that.

With slow, even pumps of his hips, Diego continued taking his time. Bethany bucked her own hips against him, wanting his cock buried as deeply as it would go, but he matched her movements in the most infuriating way, pulling back when she pushed forward. Even tightening her legs around him couldn't force him forward. It was maddening, but also caused her climax to continue to build. She'd never felt such need or such a tight pressure within her core.

Every push sent him deeper into her pussy, her inner muscles tightening around the invading organ as if reluctant to ever let it leave again. Each thrust elicited a moan from both of them, their voices mingling into a single sound.

Finally she felt his cock slide completely in, his thighs pressed tightly to the back of her own, and Bethany thought for sure nothing could feel better than she did at that moment. Diego pulled his neck back until she released him with a soft sigh of disappointment, then he turned his head, offering her the side of his neck again. The dark red of a bruise rose in full bloom marked his otherwise flawless skin. "Grab on, baby, and hold on tight." He said, his voice a low growl as she sunk her teeth into the side of his neck like a lion tearing into the flesh of a zebra. "Mmm, that's good. Now we're going for a ride."

Driven to a near-feral state, she pressed her teeth tighter into his neck, feeling the muscle bunch and relax under her grip, and her fingers curled into claws, her nails sinking into his back. She felt a shudder run through her lover's body followed by a low growl of arousal.

When he suddenly shifted his hips to pull back, her first thought was disappointment, and she let out a sound of protest, her suddenly empty pussy clutching desperately as he slid out of her. Only for him to thrust forward so hard he rocked her entire body as he filled her again. Explosions of pleasure shot from her core throughout her body, but before she could process that, he was already doing it again and again and again.

Bethany screamed around her mouthful of his skin, pressing her teeth even harder against the pliable flesh. Diego groaned loudly and said something in what she assumed was rapid spanish, his thrusting increasing in both strength and speed. The man of fire had ignited a blaze inside of her body, and each pulse was feeding the flame that threatened to consume her entirely.

Bethany kicked her legs out and rewrapped them around his waist. Through her teeth, she felt Diego's racing pulse, his short, harsh breaths, and the tensing of his muscles. His grunts and groans vibrated in her mouth as if he were melting into her. Across her tongue she tasted his spicy flavor and the first tinny hints of blood.

When her climax came, it was like an explosion deep within her body. Every fiber of her being came alive at once, overwhelming her with ecstasy. She completely lost herself in the feeling of everything. Two more pumps, and she felt Diego go still, his cock twitching in the way that told her he had also reached his peak.

In what felt like time beyond forever, they lay there, tangled together in their sharing. Bethany was the first to release her grip, her jaw sore as she opened it wide to pry her teeth free. A thread of brilliant crimson ran from her latest bite down his throat to his chest where it ended in a single tiny ruby bead. Flexing each finger caused her knuckles to pop audibly and she wondered if more threads colored his back. "Holy fuck!" She gasped breathlessly.

Diego just smiled at her, an expression of satisfaction filling his face and something more in his eyes. He let out a groan as he sat up, seeming reluctant to part from their joining, but he was obviously spent. "How do you feel now?" He asked in an equally breathless voice. "Cooled down any?"

"Ugh, I feel like I was catapulted into the center of the sun." Bethany replied, then laughed. But I don't think the sun has anything on you, so I should be able to survive the rest of the day, at least."

Diego's smile widened and he let his eyes graze along her body again. "I could drink to that. But I don't drive a soda truck, I drive an ice cream truck." He pulled up his jeans and tucked himself back into his leopard print before taking a step toward the other chest freezer. He them pulled two identical popsicles out and discarded the paper before turning back to her. He then handed her one of the two treats.

It had a red tip, a white stripe, and a blue stripe at the bottom. "A patriot pop! I haven't had one of these in forever."

"They call them Firecrackers now for some reason. Cheers, eh?" He stretched out his own pop and tapped it against the side of hers before sticking it into his mouth. The red dye immediately colored his already red lips in a way that Bethany found adorable. She wanted to lick the color right off. Instead, she caught his eye and then stretched out her tongue, dragging the popsicle in her mouth in an unspoken promise of future activities. "Damn." Diego gasped, watching her closely.

The two enjoyed their treats in relative silence, their eyes doing all the talking while their mouths were occupied. Finally, Bethany finished off the ice cream and finally did feel a lot cooler. "How much do I owe you?" She asked, holding up the empty stick before tossing it into the trash can by the window.

"On me." Diego replied with a wink.

"Mmm, next time, for sure." Bethany purred, gathering up her discarded clothing and dressing quickly. Her body still tingled in memory of the things he had done to her. "Will you be back tomorrow?"

"For my best customer?" Diego responded. "Absolutely. Rain or shine. And, uh... No offense, but I hope your AC doesn't get fixed too soon."

Bethany laughed. "Just because I have air conditioning doesn't mean I'll lose my sweet tooth, silly."

He playfully swatted her ass as she headed for the door to exit. "I sure hope not. Those are some pretty sweet teeth you have there." His other hand was delicately fingering one of the bites. "Oh, before you go. What were you planning to order before... everything happened?"

Bethany thought for a moment. She had been planning on getting a chocolate eclair bar, but instead she said "Chocolate taco."

Diego's smile stretched into a wide grin. He held up one finger, then went back to the freezer she had been laying on. A moment later, he deposited the silver wrapper into her hand. "One Klondike ChocoTaco, right up, for the lovely lady. May it remind you of your favorite ice cream man while you eat it."

"Certainly nothing could make me forget." She said, before stepping back into the heat outside. Giving a final wave goodbye, she hurried back into her house to put the dessert into the freezer before it melted.

The inside of her house was sweltering, despite the fans blowing everywhere. A cold shower would certainly help with the heat. She walked to the window and watched the ice cream truck slowly finish the turn and drive away. She wondered if the repair man would be as much fun as the driver of an ice cream truck.

Unlikely, she decided. He would probably be some fat old married man named Fred or Barney. Oh well, at least the heat of her memory would make the house feel a little colder in comparison. And she was already eager to do it again. Tomorrow.