I hope you feel better and don't get too much cabin fever in quarantine 😉 Since it's currently so goddamn warm where I live, I was immediately drawn to ice cubes and Jim Kirk with a female reader 🥵😉
Jim’s arrival with a bucket of ice cubes from the hotel’s ice machine is timely as the heat of the sun gets to be a little too much for you. You sit up from where you’ve been reclining for the last half hour and watch as he sets the bucket down next to you before perching on beside it near the foot of your lounge chair.
“You’re a mind reader,” you say with a grin. “My drink was starting to get warm.”
You turn away from him, reaching for the glass you have sitting next to the head of the lounger. Before you can so much as get it more than an inch or two off the ground, you feel an intense cold touch your shoulder blade and you shriek, releasing your grip. The plastic glass clatters to the ground as you sit up straight, glancing over your shoulder at Jim. He’s got a mischievous grin on his face, and ice cube glistening between his fingers as he reaches for you again.
“I had something a little different in mind,” he murmurs.
You suck in a sharp breath as the ice touches your skin again, tracing a wet path up along the middle of your back to the base of your neck. Goosebumps erupt on your arms as water trickles down from the cube, getting caught in the string of your bikini.
You reach up reflexively as you feel Jim tug at the top tie, catching the fabric before it can fall away and leave your breasts bare.
“Someone’s going to see!”
Jim chuckles, tracing the ice cube sideways along your shoulder, allowing a thin stream of water to start running down over your collarbone.
“No one’s going to see anything up here, sunshine,” Jim assures you. “We’ve got this whole balcony to ourselves.”
You chew your lip a little, mulling over his words before finally pulling your hands back, resting them at your sides and letting your bikini fall away. The sun licks at your freshly exposed skin, warming it instantly. It doesn’t stay that way for long, though, as Jim moves in closer behind you, picking up a fresh ice cube and touching it to the side of your breast.
You close your eyes as you feel his lips brush over your shoulder at the same time as he traces the ice cube along the underside of your breast. Arousal flares inside you as he presses the ice cube to your nipple, causing it to harden instantly. A soft moan escapes you before you can stop it.
“Is there anywhere else you’re feeling hot, angel?”
You nod, tipping your head back to give Jim more room as he kisses his way slowly up your neck.