Chuck grinned wickedly as he ran his large hands over my breasts again. “You’re sure, gorgeous? I don’t want you regretting anything between us.”
“I’ll stop you if you take something too far, Chuck.” I ran my fingers over his shoulders and then tangled my fingers into his hair. “And if you’re this good with your mouth on my breasts, I’m curious what you can do between my thighs.”
He flicked his tongue over my nipple again and ground against my thigh. “All in due time. I’m going to take my time learning every inch of your body.” Chuck’s hands slid over my curves, tracing along my sides down to the waist of my pants.
I wanted to beg him to pull the flannel off, to strip me completely naked, and make good on all the promises. But every soft caress, every brush of his lips, made the heat pooling in my abdomen grow, and the longer he touched me, the more I wanted.
Chuck had me squirming under his touch by the time he actually slid my pants and panties off. Each kiss down my stomach made my muscles tense in anticipation, and even more as he settled between my thighs. His breath was warm against my pussy as he pulled my legs over his shoulders and spread me wide.
“Last chance to call it off, Aubrey.” His husky, murmured words sent a tremor through my core.
My eyes found his looking up at me. Desire burned in them like I was the only one in his world at the moment. And all he wanted was me. I groaned and rocked my hips up toward him. “Chuck, make me come.” I swallowed hard, barely able to breathe as I locked my gaze with his hungry blue eyes.
Without any more pretense, Chuck’s tongue slid through my soaking wet folds. I gripped the sheets as he licked and sucked all over my pussy before his tongue swirled around my clit.
“Oh, god, Chuck.” My hips bucked up toward his face as my thighs threatened to clench closed against the stimulation.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through my clit as he sucked hungrily, and I could feel myself growing even wetter under his motions. It was like he was getting as much pleasure from this as I was.
My body ached and pulsed with need. Each flick of his tongue, each move of his lips over my sensitive core, pushed me closer and closer to climax. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this. Needed this. Craved this. I’d never gotten so close to an orgasm this quickly, and certainly never because of a man’s mouth. I couldn’t decide if I should pull away, or push my pussy closer to his face, or grab his hair and press him down more. I was torn between wanting it to never end, and feeling like it was too much, like it was going to rip me in two when he finally pushed me over the edge.
Chuck kissed along the inside of my thigh as a finger circled my opening. “You taste so fucking good, Aubrey. You’re dripping for me.”
I propped myself on my elbows and looked down at him. I felt wild with need. “Then why’d you stop?” The huskiness in my voice surprised me, the breathy need.
He snickered. “I’m not stopping. I’m just enjoying this, savoring it.” He kissed along my inner thigh, teasing me.
I let out a frustrated moan as I arched toward him, trying to get him back to where I wanted him.
Chuck licked his lips and pushed that teasing finger inside me, hooking the thick digit up to press against my g-spot. He bent again to take my clit back into his mouth, slurping his tongue around it as his finger massaged me from the inside.
The added assault of his finger on my senses had me panting as I pressed my hips up into his face, rocking like a woman driven mad by the action. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the sheets tighter, as a sound I’d never made before escaped my lips—a cross between a moan and a primal yell. I arched up into his mouth as my pussy clamped down on his finger and I lost it, bucking up into his face and hand.
Chuck moaned as his tongue slurped all over my core, drinking in my climax like a dehydrated man in the desert who just found a spring.
As I slumped back onto the mattress, Chuck let my legs slide off his shoulders, and then he kissed each of my inner thighs before he slipped his finger out of me and took it into his mouth, like he wasn’t willing to let even a drop go to waste.
“Holy crap.”
Chuck kissed his way back up my body, and his rock-hard cock, still covered by his boxers, fell against my sensitive core for just a fleeting moment before he flopped down next to me. “You taste incredible.”
Still trying to catch my breath, I leaned over and kissed him hard.
13
Chuck
Aubrey curled into my side, panting hard after the orgasm I just gave her. I couldn’t help but feel a little proud she’d come all over my face and no one else’s.
Though, it made me crazy. What kind of idiot couldn’t make her come? She was incredibly responsive and hot as fuck when she came. I already wanted to make her come a second time, and probably a third. But she seemed a little overwhelmed.
I tried to ignore the aching in my cock, the urge to sink into her hot, wet cunt almost overwhelming. Instead, I focused on what had changed since the night before. My ankle no longer hurt, and a quick rub of one foot against the other proved the swelling had gone down.
Or maybe it had all just moved to another location.
The snow had stopped and judging by the fact that neither of us were under covers anymore, I guessed the heat was back on.
Which meant I didn’t have to spend the day trying to get my ankle examined or get a generator to the chalet.
She shifted on the bed and met my gaze. “What do you want to do today?”
Aubrey’s question surprised me. Even after what we’d just done, I didn’t expect her to want to spend much more time with me. She was on vacation, and while the wall she’d been throwing up between us had come down a little, she was still incredibly guarded. “You don’t have plans?”
“Not really. I sort of canceled the rest of my ski lessons after the incident yesterday.” She blushed. “And I figured since you know the area, the town, you might have something fun we could do. But if you have plans or have to work or something, we totally don’t have to do anything.” She traced shapes on my chest, skimming her perfectly manicured fingernail through the hair there.
“Why don’t I take you out for breakfast at one of my favorite spots, and then we can see where the day takes us?” I licked my lips again, the taste of her cunt still lingering. “Although, I just ate.”
Aubrey laughed, and her blush deepened. “I doubt it filled you up though.”
“I’ve got something that could fill you up.” I raised my eyebrow suggestively at her.
She glanced down at the front of my boxer briefs, where my cock was straining against the fabric, and swallowed before she looked back up at me. “It’s not that I’m opposed to sleeping with you, Chuck. It’s just…”
I kissed her as her words trailed off. “Don’t worry about it. I know I’m not at all what you were expecting when you came to Aspen. I’m not going to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for. But I would like to have breakfast with you.”
She sighed and kissed my cheek. “Thank you for understanding.” She stretched, and I could hardly take my eyes off her curvy body. “Your tongue was seriously amazing though. They teach classes on that or are you just a natural?”
I laughed. “You were so responsive, so easy to get off, I’m surprised you’ve never had a good experience with oral before.” I slipped out of bed and found my t-shirt and jeans. “What do you say, Ms. Jones? Will you join me for breakfast?”
She nodded and got up, not bothering to try to hide her very naked body. So, I didn’t bother to look away. I was glad to get a peek in the light, where I could see the daylight bouncing off her pale, silky skin. Her breasts fell forward as she bent over to pick something up. She was fucking beautiful and my cock was never going to get under control if I kept staring at her. “Let me just get dressed and brush my teeth, and I’ll meet you in the living room in a few minutes.”
I quickly dressed, ignoring the throbbing need in the front of my
pants, and took the time to clean up some of the dishes while I waited for her.
Willing myself to think about anything but her hot body or the way she looked when she screamed my name and came all over my face.
It took some baseball stats and football plays to get my brain back in working order and my cock somewhat under control. Just in time for Aubrey to bounce into the kitchen.
“Oh, I was going to take care of that later.” Aubrey slid her hands around my waist and up my chest until she was pressed against my back.
“You did the cooking. My mother always said, housework should be shared, and there’s no reason the cook should have to do the cleaning too.” I kissed her palm and then turned in her arms. “Of course, if I’d cooked last night, I would’ve insisted on cleaning up anyway.”
She laughed and kissed my cheek. “Your mother sounds like a wise woman.”
“And a very happy one.” I put the last of the plates into the dishwasher and turned it on. “You ready for breakfast?”
She nodded and I took her hand, letting our fingers intertwine. She looked down at where our hands were joined, her eyes growing a little wide, but didn’t pull away.
“What? Greg never held your hand?”
“He wasn’t much for any sort of displays of affection, unless we were in the bedroom. Said we didn’t need to flaunt our relationship.” Her gaze clouded over. “Now, I think it might’ve just been him trying to keep his prospects open, in case some other woman hit on him.”
I squeezed her hand gently and led her to my Jeep. “Let me just get it heating, and I’ll scrape off the snow.”
“I could help.” When I opened my mouth to argue, she rolled her eyes. “I know, I know, you’re not going to let me. I’m not some fragile little socialite who cries for days if I break a nail, you know.”
“I never thought you were. Mostly, I need you safe in case I fall again.” I kissed her cheek and helped her into the Jeep. “Now, no more arguments.”
Soon, we were on the road. I knew I was taking a chance, but I didn’t want to take her to some restaurant where I’d have to share her with a bunch of people who all knew me way too well and would either give me shit for taking a girl out for breakfast or tell my parents about the meal. Instead, I headed to the one place I knew we could be alone, and I could have more time with just Aubrey before I had to share her with the rest of the world.
As I pulled up to my cabin, Aubrey leaned forward a little in her seat to stare out the windshield. “This isn’t a restaurant. Where are we?”
I smiled. “This is home. I told you I was going to bring you to my favorite breakfast place.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Which most people interpret as a restaurant.”
I shut off the engine and turned in my seat to face her. “If you want, I can take you somewhere else. But, selfishly, I’m hoping to keep you as just mine a little longer. And I’ve been told I make really good pancakes and omelets. When my family’s in town, I’m usually in charge of short-order breakfast cooking at my parents’ house.”
Aubrey glanced back at my house once more, then turned back to me. “Okay. Show me what you’re made of, Chuck.”
I grinned and hopped out of the Jeep, running around the front to the passenger side door and opening it just before she had the chance to. “Let me show you my home. I hope it meets your architectural standards. Of course, it’s no chalet.”
She took my hand and let me help her from the high seat in the Jeep, and then lifted her chin and said in an obviously phony, stuck-up tone, “I have incredibly high standards, Mr. Wright. I doubt a cabin in the woods would even begin to measure up.”
I laughed and slid my hand around her waist. “Then perhaps your exacting eye can give some tips to a poor mountain man on how to improve.”
We headed inside, and I filled with pride as she looked around, her eyes wide as she took in the rustic charm of the cabin, with the exposed wood beams running the length of the ceilings, and the wood and leather furniture.
“It’s exactly what I’d expect from you, Chuck.” She smiled and ran her fingers along the top of the granite island counter before she hopped up onto a barstool. “How can I help with breakfast?”
“I can handle it.” At her pursed lips and raised eyebrow, I sighed. “Okay, I’ve got some veggies to cut up for the omelet. Can I put you in charge of that?”
She nodded, and I quickly started pulling ingredients out of the fridge and pantry for our breakfast. Once she had a cutting board and fresh veggies ready to be chopped, I ground fresh coffee beans and got that brewing.
“So, what else are we going to do today, Chuck? What’s around here that a tourist has to see, besides the obviously dangerous ski slopes?”
I watched as she precisely diced veggies, getting a more even cut on them than I would have. “Aspen’s got lots of good shopping, and my sisters tell me the spas are excellent. But if you’re looking for something a little more adventurous, but maybe not quite as dangerous, I would probably suggest going out of town some. Although, I’ve heard a rumor that most people don’t actually collide with strangers on the slopes.” I winked at her as I ladled pancake batter into the hot skillet.
“That’s just crazy talk. Urban legends, I’m sure.” She laughed. “Where out of town are you thinking?”
“I know you were hoping for a nice long soak in your hot tub. If we go to Glenwood Springs, there are some natural hot springs that are better, I think, than a jacuzzi. And then there’s the caverns. And if you’re looking for historical, there’s a bar that’s named after Doc Holliday.” I glanced over my shoulder at her. “Of course, there’s also shopping and spas there.”
She shook her head. “Is that all you think a woman might be interested in? Shopping and spa days?”
“I don’t know what you New York women are like.” I winked at her. “Though, I’d wager you’re unlike anyone else I’d meet from the city.”
She threw a mushroom at me and smirked. “Tell me more about the caverns. And Doc Holliday. He was an outlaw, right?”
We spent the rest of the time cooking and talking about Glenwood Springs, and by the time we moved out to my enclosed deck that overlooked a wide expanse of open land, I was sure I’d sold her on the idea. Selfishly, I just liked the idea of getting her into a swimsuit and out of the heavy winter coats and thick sweaters she seemed fond of wearing.
Under the heat lamps I kept on the deck, we enjoyed our breakfast in comfortable quiet. There was something altogether too peaceful about watching her drink her coffee out of my favorite mug, sitting on my deck like she belonged there, like my home was hers. She seemed to fit so well in the Aspen lifestyle, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was this way at home in New York, or if the Rocky Mountains brought this woman out in her.
As we wrapped up our meal, I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “If we’re going to head to Glenwood, I wouldn’t mind a quick shower. Will you be okay out here for a few minutes?”
Aubrey shifted in her chair and pulled me close for a deeper kiss, one that sent desire straight to my cock as her tongue slid along my lower lip. I groaned and let her tongue mingle with mine, tasting the bitterness of the coffee mixed with the sweet syrup, and the impossibly delectable taste of Aubrey underneath it all. As she pulled away, I let my teeth scrape over her bottom lip. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips slightly swollen from the kiss. “I could join you.”
The rich huskiness in her voice nearly did me in right there. I swallowed hard, trying to regain the ability to think at all. “If you do that, gorgeous, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself. And I’m warning you right now, your hot, wet body is definitely going to make me hard.”
She bit her lip coyly and reached over to rub the front of my jeans. My cock, already semi-hard just from being close to her, touching her, jumped at her touch. “Chuck, I like you. And I know it’s probably crazy, and I’m fairly certain everyone I know in New York, except maybe my best friend,
would be mortified, but I-I want you. I haven’t stopped thinking about what it would be like to be with you since you…ate me out this morning.” Her voice quavered a little, but she was trying to ask for what she wanted and even get a little dirty talk in there.
I groaned and reached over, grabbing her hips to pull her out of her chair and into my lap. “You really want our first time together to be in the shower?”
She shifted so she was straddling me, pressed against my chest. “Chuck, I want you. In bed, here on the deck, in the shower, wherever. We can be more traditional the second time, if you want.”
“Second time, huh?”
“You noticed how I worked that in there?” Her bright green eyes were full of mischief and desire.
I liked her like this.
“I’ve got condoms, but they’re not the best in the shower.” Was I really asking to go bareback? I never did that with anyone. Ever. I didn’t want to risk knocking up the wrong girl and the wrong time. But my dick had other things in mind.
Her cheeks pinkened even more, but her lips were still curved into a smile. “I’m clean, and on the pill. But if you’d rather be safer…”
“Fuck.” I was going to come in my pants if she kept talking about this. She kissed me hungrily, her hands sliding up the front of my t-shirt.
I broke our kiss. “I’m clean too.” My voice cracked as I spoke. I gripped her ass and stood, letting her wrap her arms and legs around me as I walked back into the house. “You sure this is what you want?”
“I’m sure I want your cock inside me, Chuck.” She gyrated her hips against my waist, creating enough friction that I could feel myself leaking pre-cum into the front of my boxers.
I set her down at the bottom of the stairs, not sure I could carry her up them with her rocking against my cock like she was, and then I kissed her feverishly, needing more of her right then. I pressed her against the wall, still gripping her ass with both hands, pulling her against my crotch. I felt like a horny teenage boy with as badly as I wanted Aubrey, and I worried our first time wasn’t going to last very long. But I couldn’t seem to slow myself down. And I certainly wasn’t going to stop it.
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