Snowed in with my Boss

by Mia Madison

  I pulled back to watch him blink multiple times as he processed the words. After a few seconds of nothing but a blank stare, he broke into a wide grin and laughed heartily.

  Adam pushed me to my back and raised himself on top of me, still chuckling softly as he cupped my chin and kissed me. I moaned into the kiss, running my fingers into his dark hair as my body responded to the hard cock rubbing against my hip. He pulled away to press soft kisses to my neck, making me gasp.

  Just as I was getting really into the idea of sex for breakfast, he raised on his knees and crawled off the bed.

  “Wh-What? Where are you going?”

  “To make my princess breakfast,” he replied with a grin, tugging up his boxer-briefs and frowning as he arranged his cock in the cotton. “Do you have any specific requests?”

  “Yeah. Get back into bed and fuck me.”

  “Damn it, Kayla. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to ignore that?”

  My eyes flitted down to his cock and I muttered, “I have a pretty good idea.”

  “Cheeky. I like that.” Adam paused and pulled the covers off of me, grinning at the sight of my naked body as I whined. “Time to get up, sexy. We’ll continue this after I get you fed.”

  I sat up and swung my legs over the side, reaching down for the shirt he loaned me and slipping it on. After using the restroom, I walked to the kitchen to find Adam waiting for the coffee pot to brew.

  “Did you look outside yet?”

  Adam turned to face me and nodded solemnly. With a crooked finger, he led me over to the back door and raised the blinds.

  “Holy crap,” I said in awe. Everything was covered in white and the snow was still falling, although it was a lot slower than it was last night. “How many inches?”

  “I’m not sure. I’ll get dressed after breakfast and check.”

  “Okay,” I said absentmindedly. “I’m going to call Marcy and let her know I’ll probably be here for a few days longer.”

  “I wonder how much they got down in the city.”

  “I’ll ask.”

  Adam smiled and turned away, and I took that as my cue to leave. I grabbed my cell phone from the living room and made my way back to the bedroom, feeling awkward about the fact that I knew Adam was in earshot. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from spilling the beans, so I ducked into the bathroom and quietly closed the door.

  She answered on the second ring with a frantic, “Oh, my God. I’ve been so worried.”

  “I’m totally fine, no need to worry. Did you get any snow last night?”

  “Oh yeah. Nine inches and counting. You?”

  “I’m not sure, but it has to be over a foot. It’s crazy.”

  “No, what’s crazy is you being trapped in a cabin with your hot boss. Please tell me you caught him coming out of the shower or something equally sexy.”

  I lowered my voice, eyeing the door as I said, “Better.”

  A shocked gasp. “No way. Spill it!”

  “We shared a bed.”

  Marcy screeched and I pulled the phone away from my ear, wincing as the shrill sound continued. When it faded to the sound of her voice, I pulled in back just in time to hear her say, “Please tell me something happened.”

  “It did.”

  “Something like sex?!”

  “Yep.”

  Marcy screeched again, but this time, I was fast enough to pull the phone away before I became deafened. I felt myself bouncing on the balls of my feet, unable to contain my excitement.

  “Well, Merry Christmas to you!” Marcy said loudly, laughing with joy. “Damn, I was so pissed that he made you go all the way out there, but this really couldn’t have turned out any better.”

  “Right? It’s like fate or something.”

  Marcy was heavily into astrology, so I knew she wouldn’t judge me for saying something many people would find silly.

  “Oh, totally,” she agreed, pausing for a crunching sound that could only be her eating the Christmas cookies her parents brought for us. “I mean, things like this don’t just happen, you know? There’s more at play here.”

  “Is it bad that I kind of want to stay trapped here? I mean—he’s making me breakfast right now.”

  “Mr. Reynolds can cook? Good God, you need to lock that shit down right now, girl. Lock. It. Down.”

  “Who’s locking what down?”

  There was a scuffle and I could imagine Marcy shielding her phone with her hand as she said, “Kayla’s locking down her beast of a boss.”

  “Her boss?” Sheila asked in surprise. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

  “Oh, yeah. The man is a God. So sexy.” Another movement and Marcy spoke directly into the phone. “So how was the dick?”

  “Marcy!” Sheila and I both exclaimed at the exact same time.

  “What? Inquiring minds need to know.”

  “I have to go,” I said with a laugh. “I can’t deal with this. I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”

  “Oh, just a morning dicking, then? Was that on the menu?”

  I heard Sheila thwack Marcy just before her outraged cry. They argued quietly for a moment before Marcy sighed.

  “Okay, I’m leaving it alone. For now. Kayla, stay safe and have fun, okay? Don’t worry about making it home for Christmas. There’s nothing either of us can do about this snow.”

  “Tell your parents I’m sorry.”

  “I will. Call soon?”

  “Will do.”

  “Good. Now go get that dick.”

  “MARCY ANNE!”

  The call ended before I could hear whatever Sheila was going to say next, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. I must have been louder than I thought, because when I came out of the bathroom, Adam was standing in the bedroom with a spatula and a confused look on his handsome face.

  “Everything all right?”

  “Never better,” I said as I dropped my phone on the nightstand beside his. “So, what are we having for breakfast?”

  Adam

  The snow stopped falling two days after Kayla’s arrival, but the temperature seemed to drop even more that same day. The fifteen inches of snow showed no sign of melting.

  “They’re calling for flurries tonight,” Kayla called to me from the couch. I grabbed our mugs of tea and entered the living room as she said, “Looks like we’ll be spending Christmas together.”

  I was thankful that she didn’t sound disappointed. Christmas Eve was only a few hours away and while I was excited to spend the holiday with her, my guilt continued to grow with every day that passed.

  I reminded myself for the hundredth time that she didn’t mind being here—that she wanted to be here.

  Because I manipulated her.

  The thought never sat right with me to begin with, and my stomach clenched even more when Kayla snuggled up against my side when I sat beside her. I watched in silence as she scrolled through the weather report, trying to figure out a way to alleviate my guilt.

  An impossible task considering I was, in fact, guilty of manipulating her.

  I have to tell her the truth.

  Her head tipped back, a slow smile stretching at her lips.

  “You’re warm,” she whispered, putting her phone down and readjusting until she was sitting on my lap. “And I’m cold.”

  But not yet.

  “I can help you with that,” I murmured as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I tugged at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “We should take this off first.”

  “Won’t that make me colder?” she protested, even as her arms raised so I could remove the fabric.

  “Only until I make you hot.”

  Her nipples were tight from the chilly air in the cabin and I leaned forward to capture one between my teeth, biting it softly before sucking hard on the stiff peak. I ran my hands up and down her back, reveling in the feeling of her soft skin while also trying to warm her.

  “Love these,” I whispered against her b
reast, kissing her nipple one more time before giving the other one the same attention. “Love everything about your body.”

  “The feeling is mutual,” she panted, gripping at the collar of my shirt and tugging at it desperately. “Off. Please.”

  I separated my lips from her chest just long enough to let her take it off, diving right back to suck and lick her until she was squirming in my lap, grinding her soaked core down on my cock wantonly.

  I seriously regretted wearing these pajama pants. I could feel the wet spot she was making on them and it was driving me absolutely insane.

  Kayla reached between us and undid the button, quickly maneuvering my cock through the opening and nestling it against her warm folds. I groaned against her nipple when she started to grind again, feeling my dick throb in desperation.

  At the same time, it turned me on beyond measure that she was using my cock to get herself off. The way she moved was all I needed to see to know she had found the perfect position to stimulate her clit and watching her head fall back as she moaned at the ceiling was easily the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  I gripped her hips and followed her rhythm for a bit, picking up the slack when her movements began to falter.

  “Adam, Adam, Adam,” she chanted breathlessly. “Oh, God. It feels so good.”

  “Fuck yes. Keep going, princess. Make yourself come on me,” I groaned, trying to pull together the little self-control I had left.

  In the end, it was Kayla who made the move I was desperate to make. Before I even realized it was happening, she tilted her hips and changed the angle—impaling herself on my cock in one fluid movement. She screamed as she came and I sucked in a sharp breath, the pressure on my spine demanding immediate release while logical thought screamed at me to pull out now.

  I hadn’t even been close to coming, but the feel of her pussy raw pushed me to the brink, and the feeling of her soaking me with her juices and squeezing my dick like she was trying to milk it was more than I could bear.

  “Oh, God,” I gasped, frantically gripping her hips and pulling her off. “Up, up! Fuck!”

  I could practically feel the orgasm moving through my cock as I lifted her off, relieved when the first spurt happened after getting out of her. I groaned in both pleasure and pain—my climax ruined by the change in location.

  Until Kayla dropped down to her knees in record speed and sucked me so deep I saw stars. Her hand jerked the base rapidly and another spurt went gushing down her throat. Watching her throat work to swallow it made a heavy gust of wind escape my throat as I continued to come.

  She managed to recover my orgasm, but my dick refused to go down even after she popped off with a content smile. I twisted my fingers in her hair and held her in place, raising my hips to slide my cock between her swollen lips.

  “Keep going. Suck it,” I grunted, thrusting up slowly into her mouth. “You’re such a naughty girl, princess. Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep from blowing my load in you? Christ. Give a man some warning.”

  She mumbled something that sounded like ‘I’m sorry,’ but it was hard to tell with my big dick stuffed in her mouth. She took it like a champ—sucking and flicking her tongue against my shaft as I sped up the pace and began outright fucking her mouth.

  When she initiated the ‘Have you been tested recently?’ talk the day before, I thought it was in regards to oral sex. She never mentioned birth control or not using condoms.

  Not that I was complaining about the surprise, but some warning would have been nice.

  Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like a feral fucking animal.

  I pulled her head off my cock and commanded, “Turn around. Bend over the coffee table—yes, just like that. That’s my good girl.”

  I kneeled behind her and stroked my cock, lifting her hips with my other hand until I could place my cock at her entrance and slide inside.

  Kayla mewled and the sound shot straight to my dick. I shuddered, leaning over her until I could place hot, open-mouth kisses all over her back.

  “So hot and wet,” I murmured against her skin, taking an experimental thrust and groaning loudly when she squealed. “Tight. This is why you asked me about being tested yesterday? You wanted me in you bareback?”

  “Yes,” she moaned when I gave her another hard thrust. “I-I wanted to feel it.”

  “Feel what? Feel my cock in you raw?” My control was slipping and I pushed her head down to the table, straightening my spine so I could fuck her properly. “Or feel me filling up your pussy with my cum?”

  “Oh my God, Adam!” she screamed. “Both! Please!”

  I couldn’t control myself—couldn’t stop myself from pounding her even as I choked out, “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

  I knew should couldn’t be on the pill—I hadn’t see her take one since she’d been here—so I was incredibly relieved when she groaned, “IUD.”

  Fuck. Yes.

  I let go of her head and grabbed her wrists, pinning them against her lower back with one hand while I held her hips in a tilted position with the other. The sounds I was making would have almost embarrassed me if not for her loud screams drowning them all out.

  While I loved all the sounds she made, I’d come to realize I had two favorites. First was any and every way she said my name—from gasps to outright screams.

  The other was the way she squealed right as she started to come. It made my ego swell every time I heard it—not to mention my cock.

  Kayla let out that lovely noise and clamped down around me, drenching my cock as she practically sobbed against the coffee table from the force of her orgasm. I could tell it was harder than normal by the way her body jerked. I released her hands and leaned over to pin her down with my weight.

  “Such a good girl, squeezing my cock like that,” I praised against the shell of her ear. She whimpered and pushed back against me, driving my cock back into her. “You love my cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

  “Say it. Say the words,” I growled.

  Kayla sobbed brokenly, still pushing back to meet every deep thrust I gave her.

  “I’ve never felt anything so good. Oh, God—I love your cock, Adam. I love it so much. Please don’t stop!”

  “Good. Now say it with your body.”

  It wasn’t the greatest angle, but I managed to get my arm around her hip and seek out her clit. I jerked my fingers back and forth, rapidly stroking the swollen little bundle as I started pumping faster.

  The way she screamed was my personal definition of bliss. It was a good thing I was holding her down to the table, otherwise I would have surely slipped out with the way her hips bucked wildly as she tried to squirm away from the sensation.

  “Don’t fight me, princess.”

  “I can’t take it!” she sobbed.

  “Yes, you can. I can feel it,” I said, stilling my hips with my cock deep inside her. “I can feel your walls tensing around me. You’re so close.”

  “Please. Keep talking, please!”

  I swept her hair to one side, pressing my lips against her neck once before licking up to her ear.

  “You like it when I speak?” I waited for her jerky nod before humming in approval. “I’m glad. Did you like it even at the office?”

  “Y-Yes!”

  “Do you like it when I order you around? Have you ever left my office and gone straight to the ladies room to clean up your messy panties?”

  She shuddered hard, her pussy spasming wildly. So close.

  I lowered my voice and growled, “I like giving you orders, princess. More than once I’ve locked my office door and stroked my cock to the thought of you in this exact position—bent over my desk and begging to come on my cock.”

  Kayla sucked in a breath and I knew I had her. She didn’t squeal this time—she was too out of breath to make any noise—but her entire body shook and I grunted as I felt my own climax demanding release.

  I pushed myse
lf up and pumped into her until my thrusts became erratic. Despite what she said about her IUD, I didn’t want to put her in the position to risk anything until we had a chance to have an actual conversation about it.

  So, with a massive amount of effort and restraint, I pulled out—giving my cock three hard strokes before exploding onto her ass and lower back. I moaned throughout my release—head thrown back, unable to stop the noises from slipping out.

  When there was nothing left, I let go of my dick and looked down at Kayla’s unmoving body. Concern broke through my post-orgasm haze.

  Careful not to pin her down, I leaned over to look at the side of her face as I asked, “Did I hurt you?”

  “Not at all,” she mumbled, turning her head to face me and giving me the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. “But I don’t think I can stand yet. My legs feel like goo.”

  I chuckled and lifted her off the table, sweeping my arm under her knees and carrying her to the bedroom. I laid her flat on her stomach before rushing to the bathroom for a washcloth.

  As I was cleaning the mess off both her and myself, she mumbled, “You pulled out.”

  “You weren’t exactly in your right mind. I’d rather have your explicit consent before taking that step.”

  Silence descended between us, stretching on so long that I swore she was asleep. After I came back from the bathroom and put her under the covers, I discovered that she was still awake.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t ask before I did what I did.”

  I’m sorry, too. For manipulating you into being here in the first place.

  “Thank you, but there’s no need to apologize. I wanted it more than you know.”

  “I wanted to see you lose control.”

  “I’d say it worked. Are you happy with the outcome?”

  She rolled onto her back and gave me that same smile again—the one that made my heart race and four-letter words pop up in my mind unbidden.

  “More than you know,” she said, using my words with a grin. “Will you hold me?”

  “For as long as you want.”

  “How ‘bout forever?”

  I kissed her cheek softly as I took her in my arms. She hummed a little, but it was clear that she was on the verge of passing out.