2 for 1

Blayne leaned in to set the last bag of groceries as far back as she could reach. The hatchback was open above her, catching the night's breeze, cooling the interior of the SUV. The back seat had been folded down a week ago, and hadn't been righted.

A warm pressure against her defenseless ass held her in place and she quickly dropped her hands to support herself. "Excuse me?"

Craig didn't answer. Instead he moved his hands roughly up her thighs to her hips where he gripped and shoved himself tighter against her. The prominence of his erection fitted between her ass cheeks where he pushed it hard into her, grinding his hips for the friction and the pleasure it would give him.

"Craig, we're kinda in a parking lot."

Even as she spoke he was moving her, confirming her worst fears. He didn't want to wait. To keep her legs attached from the knee down she quickly complied when he pushed her further in, crawling onto her hands and knees in the limited space. She ended up with a very close up view of the groceries as he climbed in behind her and pulled the hatch down.

Tinted windows allowed in light, but she knew from experience it would be nearly impossible to see into the vehicle. Except for the front windows, but that would take purposeful peeking.

"We are here for groceries," she reminded him, hoping to stall this tryst until they got back to her place. But nimble fingers found her zipper, a few hard yanks to her jeans that nearly toppled her, and she was exposed. No going back now.

A large hand covered her ass, a single cool finger finding her crack and sliding down, eventually parting her increasingly wet pussy. She gasped at the contrast in temperature between her hot flesh and his nearly icy one. Then she groaned low as he unceremoniously sank two fingers into her from behind.

"Ah, God."

In to the knuckles and then he was sawing inside her, rubbing her juices over her outer flesh before his knuckles thumped into her again. The suddenness of the assault left her breathless, her body reacting of its own accord with no planned strategy from her. She just laid her forehead against the back of one of the front seats and in essence, held on.

"Damn, you're tight."

"Your hand is fucking cold," she defended, still feeling the shivers caused by his frigid touch.

"You like cold?" His hand slowed for him to ask the question and the feeling of foreboding she felt brought her to attention, making her realize the impact her answer could have.

"I don't know."

"Hmmm. Roll over."

Blayne frowned in aggravation. He'd started this, her ranting mind said. There wasn't supposed to be any damn acrobatics in the back of a damn truck. Just finish her and let's get the fuck home. But even as she railed at him silently she moved, the crinkle of plastic grocery bags marking her movement. She ended up laying cattycorner, her head near the driver's side back door, her ass somewhere in the middle.

The rustling sounds Craig was making drew her attention as soon as she could see him plainly. Her eyes widened at what he held.

"No, that's too cold."

He ignored her, setting his 'treat' to the side and quickly making her naked from the waist down.

"I mean it, Craig. I'm already freezing. That's too cold."

His head dropped to hers and then her lips were captured in a rough exploring kiss. She sighed into him, barely able to hold her uneasiness as he coaxed a reaction from her. In minutes she'd forgotten that she was cold, a new flush heating her skin, heightening her anticipation.

When he released her she was nearly mindless. Then she moaned in near denial as he dropped down beside her. Her leg was lifted straight up out of his way, and then his mouth was on her, lapping at the hot flesh his fingers had so recently left.

Craig very rarely ate her out and it was a luxury she would never refuse. Like his kisses on her lips, he had the ability to do things that robbed her of her wits. Whether it had anything to do with him starting out being gay or now, she didn't know, and honestly didn't care.

Half of the difference could have been the way he liked to position her. Always he laid at a ninety degree angle to her, lifting one of her legs out of the way as if it was a mere nuisance. She tried to hold her leg up, to not squeeze him between her thighs, but in the throes of his orally induced orgasms she had no idea what her legs were doing. He never complained and he was still alive, so she assumed she hadn't done anything harmful yet.

Now, his nubile tongue was flicking over her swelling clit, eliciting whimpers and wriggling from her. Blayne loved to be eaten out, but she was a penetration girl. Clit orgasms almost seemed superficial, like prep for the real thing. Yeah, lick all ya want, ya just better have something to stick in there too.

The crinkle of paper sounded and she tensed, knowing and not knowing what would come next.

Nothing could have prepared her for the feel of it. She screamed, arching and thrashing beneath him. Instantly the obscenity was removed, quickly replaced by a hot sucking mouth, and leaving her panting.

"Oh, God, not there again. That's too fuckin' cold," she panted.

He was quick to comply. The slick freezing tip returned but this time stayed mercifully clear of her clit. She arched against it, her teeth grinding as she panted through her nose. Everywhere that he slid the icy intruder his mouth followed, lapping and sucking at her chilled flesh.

Within minutes she shuddered through an orgasm, whimpering as he continued to melt the chocolate treat on her. He continued his play after her orgasm had ended, until she was barely reacting to the cold against her. Then he sat, spreading his legs around her, positioning her before him.

She looked up at him, trying to judge what he would do next. A fucking seemed appropriate. Get them both done at once, but the angle would be bad.

His thumb found her aching clit and she moaned and squirmed before him, the crinkle of bags accompanying her movements. Her breathing was harsh and filled the closed space of the truck. His other hand found her opening, sliding two fingers thick into her.

Blayne sighed and groaned at the same time. This was what she needed. Something to fill her. The hard fast motion of the act was as needful as oxygen. Her legs spread to offer herself to him, her feet coming to rest on his thighs. She gripped his pants legs in tight fists as he finger fucked her while holding a heavy thumb on her clit.

"Ah, God. Yes."

He deserted her clit, though she barely noticed until she felt something cold below his other fingers. With a fluid motion so that she had no time to balk, he traded his fingers buried inside her for the plastic wrapped fudge-sicle. She gasped as the frozen treat entered her, filling her, then he was slowly sliding it in and out.

"It's so cold."

"Bad?"

She couldn't answer. No, it wasn't bad. It was just . . . fucking cold!! She could barely stand it. It was incredible.

For long minutes he slid the now slick plastic-wrap in and out. Blayne moaned and shivered at the same time. When he started to rearrange her she was quick to comply. He lifted her legs, forcing them up nearly to her chest.

The new position exposed her to him better, and it effectively trapped the treat inside her. He released it completely and she shuddered at the stationary cold. A warm wet finger probed at her ass and entered her expertly.

Blayne's eyes rolled. She hugged her knees closer, willing him on.

Carefully, with several more wettings, he slid his finger all the way into her tight ass.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you?"

The idea of him actually fucking her ass while the treat melting inside her sent shudders through her. "Yes. Oh, god, this is so crazy, but yes."

A minute later, some hectic undressing and repositioning, some lotion found and applied, and he was above her.

"Tell me if I hurt you."

She was damn near lying on her head looking up at him kneeling over her. They'd wadded their clothes to stick beneath her lower back, lifting her hips high enough to make it somewhat more comfortable.

Craig's eyes returned to hers again and again as he stroked the lotion on himself and rubbed the head of his cock against her offered asshole.

In the past weeks and months Blayne had become a fan of double penetrations. Two real dicks was still a bit of a stretch, but a real one in either hole and something else in the other was a common pleasure. Normally a finger, vibrator or some other toy, not food items.

She cringed and moaned as he broke through her outer ring. Once inside he knew better than to withdraw. He pushed deeper, holding her thighs now as he eased his length into her.

For the present Blayne forgot about the freezing cold of her pussy as the friction of his erection sliding into her tightness distracted her. Once he was deep enough that there was no danger of him slipping free he slowly sawed out and back in.

Blayne closed her eyes and groaned, concentrating on his measured breach of her stretched hole. Craig was a careful lover. He could be hard and fast, slow and gentle, and anything in between, but always he was considerate. He watched, observed, and adjusted his efforts as needed. She had complete trust in him.

Finally he reached his full depth and she groaned in pleasure as he ground into her, his movement shifting the ice cream lodged in her pussy. The shock of the fresh cold with the full impact of his erection filling her nearly made her come instantly.

He was now truly leaning over her, his arms down on both sides of her, her legs tightly hugging his hips. He moved within her, pulling out dangerously far before sliding back in. She grunted softly as her body folded on itself a little more with each of his thrusts. Her hands lifted to explore his bared chest, brushing over his tight nipples before pinching both at once. She watched his eyes flutter shut.

The once cool interior was now a sweating box filled with their heat and sound and smell.

Blayne could see he was reaching his limit. His muscles were flexed harder, if that was possible. His eyes were narrowed, his jaw tight.

Showing off his strength and control he lifted one hand, supporting all of his upper body on one corded shaking arm. His hand slid between them, finding the treat still penetrating her. He pressed down on the outside end, forcing the other to lift within her. His next thrust bumped it further into her and she gave a breathless shriek. Her G-spot seemed to be targeted dead on. Again and again. It only took seconds.

Blayne strained beneath him, feeling the stutter in his rhythm as her body encouraged him to come with her. Pushing gasping moments later he was coming down on her, his heaving chest pinning her.

"Ow. Ow! Get it out!"

He pulled up and slid the Popsicle free of her then returned to her, their breaths mingling momentarily as he kissed her before dropping his forehead to her collarbone.

"We should go shopping together more often," she panted. "I have to go to the department store later this week."

"Mmm," was his noncommittal response. Then, "I'd like to eat that Popsicle out of you next time."

Blayne shuddered at the thought of his expert lips and tongue at work on her. "Let's not use chocolate though."

He chuckled, "No, not chocolate. Vanilla, maybe."

She smiled, feeling completely uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time with his warm weight pressing her into the rough carpet and the wad of clothes beneath her. "Or maybe banana."



**This is the last chapter of the Blayne/Levi/Craig saga. I loved writing this, and did it from a pic (think I've said that before!). There is a little more of me in Blayne that I meant for, and almost too much for comfort, but we all put ourselves in our characters, don't we?

This is obviously left open. In essence a PWP, or my variation a POP... Porn On Paper. I figured if I ever felt like writing some smut, no matter how crazy or DIRTY, I'd always have these 3 here waiting. M/F, M/M, M/M/F, food abuse, etc, etc, ETC!

Thanks for reading, and thanks for giving your comments. Glad I stimulated!

Chris