In Bed with the Ice Queen (The Ice Queen #4)

8. Sloane

8

SLOANE

S loane lay in bed, the soft glow of the Hawaiian sunset spilling through the hotel room window. The warm breeze brushed the curtains, a gentle reminder that she was far from home. But it wasn’t just the beauty of Hawaii that had her mind whirling. It was the woman beside her.

Helena Wolfe, a woman she barely knew, was turned away from her in the bed. In the dim light, Helena’s red hair shone. Sloane tried to keep her distance and give Helena her space, and she kept her body stiff as she laid flat on her back. The sheets felt cool against her skin, but her thoughts were anything but calm. She mentally replayed everything that led them up to sharing a bed together: the flight, the hotel mix-up, the shared night of watching TV.Helena wore a soft satin matching pajama set that looked luxurious. Sloane’s old PJ pants and tank top felt even more tired beside it. She risked a glance at Helena's profile, the way her bare shoulder peeked out from under the covers. Sloane felt a blush rise to her cheeks. Why was she entertaining these thoughts?

Sloane’s eyes darted to Helena’s back, and she wondered if she were asleep. It was quiet, but Sloane couldn’t shake the feeling of a charged tension lingering between them. The air felt thick, almost electric. Just a few hours ago, Helena had asked if Sloane had orchestrated this whole hotel room mix-up. Sloane understood the jab, but it struck a chord. Was she still feeling the sting of that accusation?

Sloane shook her head, trying to free herself from those thoughts. She stared at the ceiling, counting the little patterns in the tiles. It was easy to get lost in her head, but that didn’t help the situation. The more she thought about Helena, the more she felt crazy. “Get a grip, Sloane,” she whispered softly to herself.

But it was hard to ignore the wild thoughts fluttering around in her mind. What if they got intimate? She bit her lip, a mix of irritation and temptation swirled inside her. The idea made her stomach flip. Why did she even find Helena attractive? Maybe it was the confidence she projected or the fire in her eyes. Or the intense vulnerability to her when she avoided talking about her sexuality. Whatever it was, Sloane couldn't deny it anymore.

“Hey,” Sloane finally said, breaking the silence that hung between them like a thick fog. Her voice was softer than she intended, and she felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck.

“Hmm,” came Helena’s quiet reply, but she didn’t turn to face Sloane.

“Are you mad at me?” Sloane asked, a hint of nervousness creeping in. It seemed absurd to think that sharing a room could cause such tension, but here they were.

“No, just tired,” Helena said, her voice still distant. Sloane wished she could see Helena's expression, wished she could read what was happening in her mind, but the way Helena’s back was turned left everything feeling uncertain.

Sloane took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed by so many emotions. “I really didn’t plan for us to end up here together,” she said, her voice more steady this time. “It was just a mix-up. I promise.”

Helena sighed softly, and for a moment, Sloane thought she heard a hint of laughter in it. “I’m trying to believe you.” Helena’s voice was teasing now, but there was also something serious in her tone.

Sloane frowned, irritation sparking within her. “You think I wanted to be in the same room as you? I mean, I don’t mean it like that, just that I didn’t plan it, Helena. It just happened.”

“Right.” Helena shifted slightly, and Sloane felt her heart race. “But you didn’t mind, though, did you? You were excited to share the room.”

“No, I wasn’t!” Sloane exclaimed a little too quickly. “It was just...unexpected, that’s all.” The truth hit her like a wave. Deep down, the idea of sharing the space with Helena felt thrilling and scary all at once.

“Sure.” Helena’s voice held a knowing tone that made Sloane’s cheeks heat up again.

Sloane scoffed playfully, trying to fight back a grin. “Maybe you just don’t trust anybody, not just lawyers.”

They both fell silent again, the air filled with unspoken words. Sloane stared at the ceiling once more, feeling turmoil inside. She wanted to know if Helena felt the same strange pull she did. “What are you thinking?” she finally asked, breaking the silence again.

Helena turned slightly, giving Sloane a glimpse of her profile. “How maybe I have a little bit of a hard time trusting people. I’m supposed to always be on top in my family. It’s a lonely place to be, wondering who is pining for your downfall. You did call me out on my trust issues pretty quickly.”

Sloane chuckled nervously. “I just said that...thinking how you probably think I’m some sort of manipulative lawyer. I promise I’m not. It says a lot about you to even admit you struggle trusting people.”

Helena’s mouth curved into a small smirk, and Sloane felt a smile creep across her own face. “Believe me, I have my reasons.”

“I bet,” Sloane said, her heart pounding. Maybe, just maybe, this surreal night wouldn’t lead to anything bad. The unexpected was often where the best stories began, and for Sloane, the night was just getting started.

“So…you’re used to being on top?” Sloane asked playfully after a long moment, her voice teasing as she raised an eyebrow. “Does that pertain to, like, all areas of life?” Helena’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. It was clear that Sloane had struck a nerve. “I, um, I don’t actually know,” Helena stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sloane pressed, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she adjusted her position to face Helena more directly.

Helena took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the ceiling as if she would find the answer up there “Are you really so decisive that you only pick one side—dominant or submissive?”

Sloane smirked, clearly enjoying the conversation. “I guess I’ve always leaned a little more toward one side. But I’m curious about you now. You said things have changed a lot for you lately. Are you saying you’ve been in control?”

“Yeah, it feels that way,” Helena admitted slowly, looking deep into Sloane’s eyes. “But I honestly would love to find something more balanced again, like how it used to be.”

Helena pretended to yawn, curling up into a ball beneath the covers. “I don’t know why we’re talking about this personal stuff,” she mumbled, trying to deflect the conversation.

Sloane laughed softly, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Come on, it’s sleepover talk! Don’t you remember those giggly nights as a kid, staying up late talking about everything?”

Helena rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, but it feels childish now.”

“Childish? Maybe that’s exactly what you need. You just said you wish you could find that kind of spontaneity again. Maybe being forced to have someone so close to you will make you face something more innocent and less intentional,” Sloane suggested, her voice softening.

Helena raised an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism on her face. “So you mean this childish spontaneity is what I need? What do you want me to do about it?”

Sloane tilted her head, a smile creeping onto her face as a playful thought crossed her mind. “I don’t know. Let’s test it. Let’s see what happens.” With that, she started inching closer, her heart racing with excitement.

Sloane carefully reached out and brushed her fingers along Helena’s arm, tracing the soft fabric of her satin outfit. She felt the warmth of Helena’s skin beneath her touch and noticed the way Helena’s breathing began to quicken. It was as if a spark had ignited between them, crackling with energy.

“Hey,” Sloane whispered, her fingers now gently brushing the strands of red hair away from Helena’s face. “Relax. Just feel it.” Her voice was both soothing and daring.

“Or, just say if you want me to stop.”

Helena’s eyes flickered with hesitation, but there was also a hunger there.

She might have been adamant she wasn’t gay, but that certainly wasn’t what her big brown eyes were saying right now.

Sloane took it as a sign to keep going, her hand trailing down to Helena's waist. She could feel her own heart racing as she explored the curves of Helena's body gently, moving her fingers over Helena’s hips and to the soft curves of her thighs. Gooseflesh appeared on all the exposed areas of Helena’s skin.

As Sloane’s palm pressed against Helena’s backside, she felt a rush of heat. Helena gasped softly, and Sloane could see the desire sparkling in her eyes. It was intoxicating, and Sloane couldn’t help but lean in closer, their lips almost touching.

“I’m not…” Helena started.

“Not a lesbian?” Sloane queried, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind what you are.”

Helena bit her lip nervously. “It’s not that,” she said. “Maybe I am a lesbian, but I’ve never said that to anyone before. And the truth is, I’m not very experienced in the lesbian department. I just thought you should know.”

Helena’s eyes glanced down and her voice was unsteady.

“Well,” Sloane said, pulling her closer again. “I am very experienced in the lesbian department. So, I can help you, if you like?”

Helena nodded, her breath quickening further, “Maybe,” she whispered back, allowing a hint of a smile to grace her lips.

In that moment, Sloane leaned in, closing the tiny gap between them. Their lips met in a whirlwind of urgency and warmth, both feeling the desperation and connection that had been bubbling just beneath the surface for too long. The kiss deepened as Sloane felt Helena surrender to the feeling, letting go of constraints and expectations, exploring her curiosity in the most intimate way possible. Sloane pushed her tongue into Helena’s mouth and Helena gasped. Sloane explored Helena’s mouth with her tongue while her hands roved over Helena’s delicious satin clad ass.

Sloane pulled away for a second, taking a deep breath and carefully slid her fingers along Helena’s waist. “I think it’s time for a change, don’t you?” With that, she lifted Helena's top, revealing her soft skin underneath.

She hadn’t expected this nervousness from Helena- wide eyed- like a deer caught in the headlights and she had to admit that it was a massive turn on. She felt her own desire flooding beneath her pyjamas. She was soaking wet already and she knew it.

“Are you sure?” Helena asked, her voice a little shaky. She looked surprised but didn’t pull away.

“Yeah,” Sloane said softly, her heart thumping. “I want to see you. All of you.”

With gentle movements, Sloane pulled the satin away, revealing Helena’s full breasts. Now they were something spectacular as they fell free. Full round breasts with big rosy pink nipples that stood out against Helena’s pale skin. Sloane’s eyes widened as she took in Helena’s body—the way her waist curved in beautifully, the way her stomach was tight and smooth. The way her breasts spilled out so beautifully.

Oh, fuck. I’ve got it bad for her. Worse than I thought.

Helena’s cheeks blushed deeper, and Sloane couldn’t help but admire her more. “You’re so gorgeous,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wish there was more light. Can I put this lamp on so I can see you?”

Helena’s eyes flickered nervously. “I… um… I suppose yes that would be ok.”

Sloane reached over and flicked the lamp on casting a soft golden glow over Helena’s breasts.

She ran her hand slowly from Helena’s face, down over her breasts, pausing over her nipple and feeling it harden in her hand.

This was going to be a lot of fun. Sloane was sure of it.

Sloane smiled and reached for the hem of her own tank top, pulling it over her head. She then slipped out of her pants. In contrast to Helena, she felt very comfortable in her own naked body, she always had. She wasn’t as curvy as Helena, but Sloane was happy with her own body.

Helena’s breathing quickened, her eyes widening. “You look amazing.”

They locked eyes, both feeling the heat of the moment. The kisses they shared were tentative at first, soft and sweet, their lips brushing against one another. Sloane wanted to give Helena time to adjust to what was happening. She didn’t want to come on so strong, but as she felt the press of Helena’s big breasts against her own, she didn’t know how long she could hold out for.

“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” Sloane whispered in Helena’s ear.

Helena gasped and Sloane kissed her neck, running her tongue over Helena’s earlobe and then sucking it into her mouth.

“I want to feel you come in my mouth,” Sloane whispered again, feeling Helena’s whole body begin to melt next to her.

She rolled until she was on top of Helena, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed so tightly together. She pushed her right thigh between Helena’s legs pressing it tightly against Helena’s pussy through the satin pyjamas.

Helena instinctively began to grind herself against Sloane’s thigh.

Mmmmm, this is going perfectly, Sloane thought to herself.

Sloane strayed into deeper kisses of Helena’s neck, before moving down to take a delicious looking big puffy pink nipple into her mouth, sucking it in deeply, massaging it with her tongue. Meanwhile her fingers found their way to Helena’s waist, feeling the softness beneath her touch.

She toyed with the waistband of Helena’s pants and felt Helena tense up beneath her.

“Helena, it’s okay,” Sloane breathed, reading the expressions on her face. “You don’t have to hold back.”

Helena exhaled slowly, as if weighing her options. “I just—I've never thought I’d be this open...” she trailed off, biting her lip.

“Neither did I,” Sloane confessed, her heart fluttering. “But it feels right. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Helena said, her voice strong now. “It really does.”

“Is this ok?” Sloane asked, pressing her hand against Helena’s pussy through the satin, not wanting to push Helena too far, as desperate as she was to taste her.

Helena felt damp through the satin.

“Yes,” Helena said, her eyes screwed shut. “It… it feels good.”

As she leaned down again, Sloane felt a rush of anticipation. Her lips traced again along Helena’s magnificent breasts, suckling each nipple in turn and enjoying feeling them harden in her mouth. Sloane closed her eyes, savoring every gentle touch and kiss.

Sloane’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of Helena’s pants once again, and this time she gasped softly.

“Is this ok?” Sloane asked again.

Helena nodded, looking at Sloane again with that familiar lust in her eyes.

“Ok if I take off your pants?” Sloane asked quietly and Helena nodded once more raising her hips to allow Sloane to remove them.

Helena was now bare before her and between her legs was a riot of red pubic hair.

Sloane looked at it and smiled.

“You are so fucking beautiful, you know. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Helena looked once again frozen to the spot wide eyed. As though she wanted it so badly, but didn’t know how to take it.

“Just relax,” Sloane murmured again, her eyes sparkling. “Let me take care of you.”

She ran her hands over Helena’s legs, teasing them open as she went. She knelt between them moving her kisses from Helena’s breasts, to her abdomen, down over her red pubic curls, teasing her inner thighs.

Sloane swallowed hard, feeling heat rise within her. She could smell Helena’s desire and it was driving her crazy. Her kisses moved lower, and she felt Helena responding to each gentle lick. It was like electric waves coursing through her body. “Oh, that feels amazing,” Helena moaned, clutching the sheets tightly as Sloane’s tongue met her clitoris.

Sloane’s laughter was soft, playful. “I’m glad you like it.”

Sloane dipped her head further, losing herself in the musky taste and smell of Helena. She was so wet, it was pleasure itself to get to lick her clean. Long slow licks from bottom to top, pressing the flat of her tongue against Helena’s clitoris. She felt Helena relaxing into it and her legs parting further.

Sloane moved her right hand to join her tongue at Helena’s pussy, her fingers teasing at Helena’s entrance.

“Is this ok?” Sloane asked, once again.

“Yes… please…” Helena’s voice was shaky.

Sloane pushed two fingers into Helena’s wetness, feeling her body tighten around them deliciously. She curled them upwards to press against Helena’s G spot, hearing Helena’s deep moan as she found it.

“Oh, god…. that feels… so… good..”

She began to move her fingers slowly in and out of Helena, hitting her G spot every time. She took Helena’s clitoris back into her mouth and began to suck on it.

“I’m going to… oh… god… I’m….” Sloane could feel Helena tightening around her fingers. She could feel her whole body tensing. She knew any minute now Helena’s orgasm would overcome her and the thought of it excited her like nothing else.

Suddenly Helena cried out as her body clenched tight around Sloane’s fingers and Sloane felt her clitoris quivering in her mouth.

She let Helena ride out her orgasm, her whole body shaking, before she withdrew her fingers slowly and released Helena’s throbbing clitoris from her mouth.

Helena took a minute to breathe, her expression a glaze of post orgasmic lust.

“That was… well.. just incredible.” Helena took a deep breath and Sloane looked all across her beautiful body, big breasts and puffy pink nipples heaving. Her pussy looking so beautiful and open with all those luscious red curls atop of it.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Sloane said and Helena blushed and glanced away in response.

Sloane smiled and moved to lie next to her, trailing her hand casually up over Helena’s body.

Helena turned to face her, “I want to… you know… make you as happy as you just made me…”

“You don’t have to,” Sloane said quickly, not wanting to pressure her even though she could feel her clitoris pulsing wildly between her legs desperate for Helena’s touch.

Suddenly, with a surprising strength, Helena flipped Sloane onto her back, her eyes shining with passion.

“Your turn,” Helena said softly, her voice a husky whisper as she loomed over Sloane.

Sloane felt her heartbeat quicken, her breath hitching in her throat. Helena gently tugged at her hair, bringing her closer. “I love your beautiful hair,” she murmured. “And I can’t say I wasn’t curious about your body.”

Helena’s hands wandered, exploring Sloane’s curves. “You’re stunning, you know that?”

Sloane felt warmer than before, a blush blossoming her cheeks. “You’re amazing too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a playful glimmer in her eye, Helena then pushed Sloane down onto her belly. Excitement bubbled inside Sloane as she felt Helena's warm breath behind her.

“I think it’s time for some more fun,” Helena teased, her tongue tantalizingly close to Sloane’s ear, her hand pulling her head back with a handful of her long hair.

Sloane surrendered to the sensation, overwhelmed as Helena began to paw at her body again. She gasped, the feeling every nerve come alive. Helena made her way down Sloane’s body, not leaving an inch untouched as she traced the curve of her ass and down the back of her legs, then back up again until she reached Sloane’s hot, wet pussy.

She hesitated, and Sloane wanted to peek her head around to make sure Helena was okay, but before she could lift up her torso, Helena glided her fingers between her thighs, separating them just slightly before she pushed two inside.

Sloane couldn’t bite back her pleasure as she moaned deeply, feeling the pressure of Helena inside her. Helena’s fingers explored Sloane’s inside as she brought them in and out rhythmically. Sloane tried to sit up, but Helena pushed her back down on the bed.

“Not yet,” she growled. “I’m not done with you.”

And with that, she increased her speed, roughly pushing her fingers in and out, curling them slightly and finding her clit with her thumb to rub it in circles.

Sloane started panting as she tried to hold on, wanting it to last as long as possible, and just when she thought she would burst, Helena flipped her over on her back and buried her face in between her legs, running her tongue between Sloane’s folds.

Clutching the sheets, Sloane felt every wave swell higher. Each gentle lick sent shivers down her spine. “I can’t… I’m so close!” she gasped, her voice thick with desire.

Helena continued, her rhythm steady and skilled. “Just let go, Sloane. I’ve got you,” she encouraged.

With one final wave of pleasure, Sloane clung to the sheets as everything exploded into a brilliant light. Breathless, she let out a soft cry.

As Sloane came back down from her orgasm, she felt Helena’s comforting presence beside her, and Sloane turned to smile at her.

“That was incredible,” Sloane said, grinning.

Helena chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Sloane's face. “That was… I think I missed that.”