by Frankie Love
Tom locks the door, then reaches for his wife’s hand. “She probably needs some alone time, with all those roommates of hers. How many does she have, five? If she wants a day in bed, we should give her that. She’s an adult now, you know.”
“Okay, I just feel bad.”
“Don’t, Janet. Aspyn knows how to ask for what she wants.”
Douglas just shrugs and runs off. “She’s fine, let’s go — I’m ready to shred some pow.”
I laugh, following him, leaving his parents to walk hand in hand, alone. “You sound like a douchebag sometimes, you know that?”
Douglas grabs a ball of snow and smashes it on my back. “A douche who gets laid a hell of a lot more than you.”
I shake my head, not egging him on. Not wanting to play that game at all. Truth is, I don’t date, and certainly don’t sleep around. It’s Aspyn I want.
On our first run down the mountain I think about Aspyn walking in on me this morning — she looked stunned. If she is as innocent as Cole says she is, did I totally ruin her? I know she got a full frontal view of me.
And damn, I was hard too. How could I not be? I walked past her bedroom door after my shower this morning, just as she was getting out of bed, and it was ajar. She wore a white tee shirt without a bra and her tits looked so fucking good. Too fucking good.
Not to mention how I left things so awkwardly last night. Being in that hot tub was damn near painful — she looked so fucking beautiful I didn’t trust what might happen. Knowing full well what I wanted to have happen, and knowing how much it would change things if I made a pass that she wasn’t wanting.
Fuck. I feel like a mess. And I hate the idea that I’ve offended Aspyn, the only woman I care about.
The day passes in a blur, me wanting to get away, to the chalet, alone, but knowing that if I do, Douglas might very well join me.
I’ll have to wait until I can speak with Aspyn alone.
And when I do, I won’t hold back — because what I’ve realized in the last twenty-four hours is that as much as I love Douglas and his parents, love being around them, adding Aspyn to the mix makes it unbearable.
I need her to know how I feel, even if it means losing my best friend.
Chapter Nine
Aspyn
“Wow,” Mom says, pushing back from the table. “That was incredible!”
I smile. “It was pasta, not complicated.”
“I didn’t realize you could cook,” Dad says.
I stack plates on top of one another as I walk around the table, clearing it. “I’m an adult now, I figure I should learn how to cook.”
“And bake, right?” Cole adds.
I swallow. Loving the fact he remembered my new hobby. “Yes, baking too. Which is why dessert is going to be so yummy. It’s gingerbread cake with whipped cream.”
“Wow,” Douggie says as I carry it to the table. “Why are you in such a good mood?”
I smile, serving everyone up. “It’s not very often I get a low-key day by myself.”
“We missed you on the slopes, but we understand,” Dad says. “And honestly, we should have planned a different getaway considering this is what you’re doing 24/7.”
I shake my head, sitting down with my own slice of cake. “No way, this place is amazing, and your boss was so generous to share it, Mom. I just like being here with everyone. And I’ll go out on the mountain tomorrow.”
“After presents!” Douggie says and I laugh.
“Right, after presents.”
“Did you not want to go night skiing?” Dad asks. “Mom and I think it sounds fu—”
Mom cuts him off. “Tom, I don’t think Aspyn wants to go skiing today.”
I bite my bottom lip. “To be completely honest, I was hoping to stay in and read tonight, maybe sit at the fire. But please do not hold back on my account. This is the only time you’ll get to ski this season.”
“You’re sure?” Douggie asks as he takes another big bite. “Cuz I met some girls earlier and they said they’d be out tonight.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so bad, but yes, I’m sure.”
Soon enough everyone is out the door and I am alone once more. Earlier today, after pleasuring myself in bed for the entire morning, I decided to find a grocery store and surprise everyone with dinner and dessert — but that really cut into my “Christmas Miracle” time. Yes, that is what I’m currently calling my orgasms… and even though Cole clearly didn’t make a move last night, it doesn’t mean I am any less hot for him.
Because god… ever since walking in on him this morning, I can’t stop thinking about just how big his cock is… how it would feel inside of me.
Oh god. Desire building inside of me, I head down the hall to my bedroom, and close my door. Then I undress at lightning speed. I need to be naked, on my knees, with a big vibrating dildo deep inside me.
It doesn’t take me long to strip down. I reach into my suitcase and pull out a realistic cock, and grab my bottle of lube. I get it nice and ready, then climb into bed. On my knees, I switch it on, close my eyes, and begin to sink down on the silicone cock.
It’s big, and I whimper as it teases me, making me wet. I imagine straddling Cole, my hands pressed to his solid chest and his eyes locked onto mine. I ride the dildo faster, moaning more loudly as a “Christmas Miracle” begins to unravel me.
“Ohhh yes, oh, Cole, yes, yes, Cole!”
Just then my bedroom door swings open, and for one horrified moment I fear my family has returned because haven’t I learned my lesson about locking the damn door?
But it isn’t my family.
It’s Cole.
And considering I’m buck naked, riding a realistic phallus, moaning his name — I’m not sure if this is any better.
Chapter Ten
Cole
Well, Merry Christmas to me.
What the actual fuck is happening?
I mean, besides my deepest, wildest, hottest fantasies coming to life before my very eyes.
Aspyn is riding a plastic cock, crying out for me.
I can work with this.
Her big blue eyes are so wide, and she covers her mouth, then her breasts, struggling with the realization that her sweet pussy is bare too.
“You should really lock the door,” I tell her, locking it myself, then stepping toward the bed. “Anyone could have walked in on you.”
She ekes out the smallest whimper as I stand at the end of the bed. She is so damn close, and so fucking naked, and hell. I want to strip down right here and now, but I need to be sure I heard her correctly.
I’m pretty sure I did, considering she isn’t tell me to leave.
“Cole… um… so I’m gonna make this quick—”
But I cut her off. “No. I am. I came back to the chalet because I had to talk to you.”
“Oh?” She closes her eyes, biting her bottom lip, her hips moving ever so slightly. “Oh god.”
Fuck, the vibe she’s riding is on, which means, hell, she’s getting off as I stand here.
My cock throbs. “Aspyn — I want you. So fucking bad. I have for years. I’ve waited until you were older and now you are and I can’t help it.”
Her eyes lock onto mine. “You mean it?” she pants. “You want me?”
I nod.
“Last night, I took off my bra and you left.” She licks her lips, arching her back. “Ohhh…”
“Because I didn’t trust myself.”
“And now?” she whimpers as an orgasm rolls through her.
“I trust myself even less.”
“Why?” she moans, crawling to the end of the bed, and taking the dildo from her dripping pussy. Turning it off. “Why don’t you trust yourself right this minute?” she asks, on her hands and fucking knees, naked, looking like a tiger, like a kitty cat — with a ripe pussy and needy look in her sky-blue eyes.
“Because once this starts, Aspyn, it won’t stop.”
“Good,” she says, kneeling before me on the bed, and wr
apping her arms around my neck. “Because I can go all night.”
“And here I thought you were a virgin.”
She smiles. “Oh, I am a virgin, just a virgin who is very good at taking care of herself.” She glances over at her suitcase and I see a pile of vibrators, all different colors and sizes. Fuck, she’s even sexier than I imagined.
“What are all those for?” I ask, wrapping an arm around her waist. Damn, I’ve dreamt of doing that for a long ass time.
She exhales, her tits pressing against my chest. “It’s how I deal with the fact I’ve been waiting years for you, Cole.”
“Me?”
She nods. “You.”
I grin. “So you aren’t offended that I’ve spent years getting off to fantasies of my best friend’s little sister?”
She shakes her head. “Not even a little.”
“Good, because I wouldn’t want to offend the girl I plan on kissing.”
I cup her cheek, and draw her close, pressing my mouth to her sweet, pink lips. Kissing her like I don’t plan on ever letting her go.
Because I don’t.
Chapter Eleven
Aspyn
His kiss is better than I imagined, and I melt against his firm body, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.
This could have gone so much worse.
I laugh as he kisses me, and he pulls back.
“What?” he asks, the scruff on his beard tickling me and his warmth teasing me.
I shake my head. “I was just thinking how awkward that could have been… if you hadn’t wanted me back…”
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve been dreaming of kissing you for so long. So damn long.”
“You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that.”
He smiles, his hands running over my back, to my ass. “Actually, I do. I’ve had a crazy crush on you for years.”
I close my eyes, savoring the words. Years.
“But I had no idea you were such a—” He pauses, looking for the word, eyeing the suitcase of toys.
I laugh at myself. “Such a horndog?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have put it quite like that but…”
“Does it weird you out? That I’ve been fantasizing of being with you? Playing it out in bed?” I look down, and when I do, I see his hard cock through his jeans. I swallow, aching inside to touch him. To run my lips over his length, to play with his balls, to spread my legs… Oh god. I’m so turned on right now.
He pulls off his tee shirt, as if reading my mind. “It doesn’t weird me out,” he says. “It turns me the fuck on, Aspyn. Last night in the hot tub,” he tells me as he unzips his jeans, shoving down his boxers along with them. I whimper at the sight of him as he strokes himself, standing naked before me. “I wanted to spin you around, to squeeze your big round tits, and fuck you. Hard. That’s what I wanted.”
“And why didn’t you?” I pant, my pussy wet as I watch him stroke his shaft. I run my hand to my wet lips, my finger on my clit, a pulsing button of heat.
“Because I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“You wouldn’t have,” I tell him, our eyes fixed on one another as we touch ourselves.
“I see that now. I thought you were too innocent for a man, a real man — but you’re not, are you? You know what you like, and how you like it.”
I nod as he presses me down on my back, leaning over me. His body is so defined, muscular and capable — ready. “I only know what toys I like. Not what it feels like to be touched by a man. By you.”
“Do you want to know, Aspyn? What it feels like to have my mouth against your dripping cunt? To have my cock between your ripe tits? Is that what you really want?”
I nod. “It’s all I want, Cole.”
He runs his hand over my pussy, and I swear to god I could die right here and now. My heart pounds as he touches me, as he looks in my eyes.
“Fuck, you are all I want, Aspyn. All I’ve ever wanted.”
I’ve known this man all my life — and I know he is funny and kind, and forgiving. Generous and nurturing and smart. He loves my family, and gets along with kids, and he likes me. Really likes me.
It’s everything. I know my sexual desire for Cole is strong, but I know it’s more than that. I already love him for the man he is… but the idea that we might be sexually compatible too? It’s everything. He is everything.
“Are you okay, is this all right?” he asks, his fingers inside me, touching me and teasing me.
I nod, knowing how wet I am, wondering what he thinks of that. “It’s perfect. But…”
“But what?” he asks, his hand stilling as my knees drop open. I want to give all of myself to him.
“Am I okay?” I ask nervously. “Does my pussy feel good? I’m the only one who has ever touched it.”
His eyes widen. “Does it feel good?” He lets out a long breath. “Oh, Aspyn, it feels perfect. Tight, and so damn wet. Juicy. And—” He lowers his mouth to my pussy, his tongue running up and down me, licking my cunt. I close my eyes as another “Christmas Miracle” winds its way up my spine.
“Oh, oh, Cole,” I moan, threading my fingers through his thick hair. “Oh yes.”
He doesn’t hesitate, he licks me so nice and good — better than my “French Man” vibe ever dreamt of. His tongue flutters over me, he breathes warm air against me, and my toes curl, my back arches, my core so damn tight I feel like I could burst, and then I do. He adds a third finger to my pussy and I gush.
I drape my forearm over my eyes as my pussy is taken by the man of my goddamn dreams. He finger fucks me into oblivion, until there is nothing left of me to give. The orgasm washes over me, sending goosebumps to every inch of my skin and I’m a goner. Hook, line, and sinker. His. And he knows it. He must. I am his.
Chapter Twelve
Cole
She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. A virgin who has a playful side. Who is not just open-hearted, but open-minded too. I love everything about her — her work ethic and her commitment, her passion and her kindness. Her devotion to her family, and the fact she knows her priorities, knows who she is — I love all of it.
But to learn she is also sexually charged with a passion for more than the slopes? To realize this snow bunny is ready to really play? Damn, my cock has never been so fucking hard, my heart never so damn full.
I want to please Aspyn, make her come, sure, but also satisfy her to her core. When I walked in here and saw her riding a dildo I knew she had a wild imagination, and the fact she wants me to explore that with her? Damn, this is the best Christmas gift any man could ever receive.
“I know you love those toys of yours, but I hope my cock can please you even more fully.”
She smiles up at me as I lean over her. Her hands running over my chest, her tits so round and full. “It will. I know it will. When I saw you in the shower last night I—”
I cut her off. “You saw me?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “I did. After the hot tub… I was coming to my room and saw that the bathroom door was open and…”
I groan. “You saw me jerking off?”
She nods. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was sexy. Why do you think I was exhausted this morning? I was up all night getting off to the sight of you…”
“And this morning?” I ask. “Your mom said you weren’t feeling well?”
She lets out a tight laugh. “This morning I saw you naked — and your cock…” She covers her face with her hands. “Cole, you were so hard. Do you know what that did to me?”
I chuckle, pulling her hand away. “You stayed off the mountain, your favorite place in the entire world, so you could touch yourself while thinking of me?”
She presses her pouty lips together. “Don’t go getting a big ego.”
I laugh, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her nose. “How could I not? Damn girl, you must really want my D.”
“Speaking of
Ds,” she says softly, exhaling, “I’m not supposed to date.”
“I know, or drink or do drugs,” I say, wrapping her in my arms, running a hand over her smooth skin, her creamy ass. Her legs wrap around me, and I know she feels my cock against her.
“There’s no rule against having sex,” she adds. “Technically.”
“You’re an adult now,” I say, stroking her cheek, kissing her again. And again. And again. “You might be old enough to make your own decisions.”
“In that case, I decide I want this,” she says. “I want you. Tonight.”
Chapter Thirteen
Aspyn
After spending so long thinking and dreaming about my first time, it’s finally here. Finally happening.
And I’m not scared one bit.
I feel awake and alive… like I could set a record for the Alpine Team and more. In Cole’s arms I feel invincible.
“You’re so sexy,” he tells me, kissing me again. Softly, like I am precious. And tears prick my eyes as I realize that to him, I am.
His words are gentle and kind, just like he is, and we could take this slow, but neither of us want that. We’ve been wanting this for a long time. And whoever came up with the phrase absence makes the heart grow fonder was one hundred percent correct.
I’ve missed this. Wanted this. And there was a tiny part of me that wondered if I had blown my crush on Cole out of proportion — feared that I’d see him again after all this time and that things would have changed.
And I suppose in a way they have. I’m not just crushing on him — I’ve fallen for him. Head over heels, all I want is him; a hard fall. A crash. And I’m not scared of falling flat on my face. No. Cole will catch me. Carry me. Take me home and put me to bed. Rather, take me to bed.
I know this. Because as he begins to enter me, there is a reverence to it. He knows this means something — him and me. I feel it.
