As I broke our kiss, I swatted her ass playfully and nodded at the steps. “You’re making it hard to walk up these stairs.”
She licked her lips and pulled off her sweater, revealing a lacy pink bra, and then started to climb, each step making her ass and hips sway. I groaned and followed her, watching as she stopped at the top of the stairs to pull that lacy scrap of fabric from her breasts. She left it hanging off the banister and turned to look at me, completely bare from the waist up. “Are you coming?”
Not yet, but I will be soon.
I hurried up the last few steps and caught her in my arms, kissing her again as I pulled her down the hall to my bedroom. It would’ve been all too easy to push her down onto the four-poster California king-sized bed that took up most of the room, but I knew if I did that, we weren’t likely to leave it again until we were both starving. The shower was a safer bet if we had any hope of leaving my house again today.
Lifting her up, I sat her on the edge of my bathroom counter and unbuttoned the front of her jeans. I cursed the fact that it was winter. There were too many fucking layers of clothing and she had boots and socks on. I knelt and untied one boot, then the other, and finished stripping her quickly. She looked so damn sexy sitting on my counter naked. As I was still on my knees, I pulled her ass right to the edge and tugged both her legs over my shoulders for another taste of her sweet, wet pussy. “God, Aubrey, you’re dripping.”
She arched her back, pressing her cunt closer to my face. “And you’re wearing too many clothes. Why are you still dressed?”
I laughed and licked her pussy once more, long and slow, before I stood and pulled off my t-shirt. Then I dropped my jeans and kicked off my boots, irritated I hadn’t bothered to remove them when we got here. Of course, when I first brought her to my cabin, I had no idea we’d end up here.
But a guy could hope.
Once we were both naked, and I stood in front of her again, I slid my hands over her ass, pulling her in close as I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth like I wanted to thrust my cock into her pussy. She was so wet, I could feel her dripping all over me, and when she reached down and positioned my head at her core, I groaned loudly into her mouth. I pushed into her tight, wet heat, and she let out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard.
She broke our kiss as I pulled my hips back and slammed into her again hard. “I thought we were doing this in the shower…”
She rocked her hips, taking my thick cock again and again. “You’re so big.”
I kissed along her neck, my hands massaging her ass as I drove into her over and over. “Your cunt is so tight and wet for me, Aubrey. I can feel you already clenching around me.”
She cried out as I thrust harder. “I’ve never been this full before. God, you’re going to make me come so hard.” Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and her heels pressed into my ass, keeping me close as I pushed her closer to climax.
“I want you to lose it on my cock, gorgeous. Come for me.” I kissed her hungrily as I slid one hand between us, rubbing my fingers over her clit in time to my rough, fast thrusts. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, sunk into her hot, wet pussy the way I was, but I wanted her to finish first. I needed to feel her pussy massage my cock. I needed to see her come and hear her moans.
Aubrey cried out, rocking her hips harder, and as she found her climax, she threw her head back and screamed my name. Her cunt clamped down hard on my cock, squeezing me like a vice as her orgasm sent ripples through her inner walls.
I kissed her hard, swallowing her screams as I followed her over, filling her completely with my shaft before I emptied my load deep inside her.
14
Aubrey
Chuck leaned against me as he softened and slipped from me, leaving me feeling empty. It was probably a good thing he hadn’t waited to turn on the shower and take me against the tile walls, because after an orgasm like that, I wasn’t sure I could stand.
Unlike Greg, Chuck made no effort to pull away, even though we were both covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing heavily. I kissed his cheek and ran my fingers along the top of his shoulder, feeling the ridges my nails had caused. “Oofta, Chuck.”
He grinned and kissed my jaw. “Sorry we didn’t make it into the shower. You’re just too damn sexy.”
I leaned back onto my hands, wanting to look at him. I didn’t remember running my fingers through his hair, but it was pulled up in rumpled tufts, and his blue eyes were still cloudy with lust. I traced my finger over his stubbly jaw and smiled. “I think I can forgive that.”
He moved to the walk-in shower and turned on the water, sending hot streams from two showerheads, and then scooped me up into his arms, carrying me like I weighed nothing. We settled under the perfectly hot water and he kissed me again, pulling me hard against his body.
I moaned and ran my hands down his back. “You can’t possibly be ready for another round already…”
He kissed along my jaw and then caught my earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently before whispering, “I could be. But I’m also more than happy to just wash your body clean, just so I can get you dirty again.”
As he lathered up his hands with a bar of soap, his eyes stared into mine, watching me with such an intense, lust-filled gaze, I couldn’t help but feel like I could be up for another round if he wanted one. His hands on my body, washing every inch of me with care, made my breath hitch a little, each touch and caress sending jolts of desire to my core.
As he stepped back to grab his shampoo, I picked up the bar of soap and raised an eyebrow at him. “Fair’s fair.”
Chuck set down the shampoo and put his hands behind his back, his cock hard again and jutting out toward me. “All right, Ms. Jones.”
I swallowed hard and started to lather up his muscular body. The act seemed even more erotic than his washing me did, and I hadn’t even gotten to his cock yet. His muscles twitched and flexed under my touch. His body was sculpted and in incredible shape. The wet and soapy sensation made his body feel extra soft, but still so hard. When I knelt in front of him, Chuck let out a husky groan.
Dropping the soap, I reached out and took his length in my hand. He was so thick, I could barely close my fingers around him, and his shaft was practically pulsing under my touch. I lightly stroked him as the water washed away the rest of the soap.
“Aubrey, what are you doing?”
I looked up at him through my eyelashes and smiled. “You gave me such a good orgasm this morning with your mouth, I thought I’d repay the favor.” I licked my lips and stroked him a few times, daring him to tell me not to.
Chuck stepped back a little, and for one horrifying breath, I thought he was rebuking my advance. Then I realized he was just shifting so I wouldn’t be drenched under the shower spray as I leaned forward and licked the bulbous tip of his cock.
He let out a groan and pressed his palm to the tile, steadying himself as I opened my mouth and slowly slid his dick inside.
I slurped around his tip, lapping up the salty pre-cum before I took him deeper, letting my tongue press against his shaft as I sucked as much of his length into my mouth as I could. His cock was so long, I had to wrap my hand around the base as I started to bob up and down, licking and sucking.
Chuck tangled his free hand in my hair and moaned out, “Aubrey, your mouth is so…” He ended with a louder grunt as I swirled my tongue over his tip again, stroking him harder with my hand. His thigh muscles were clenched and shaking. I traced the underside of his cock with my tongue from his balls to his tip, and he thrust forward toward me.
“Babe, if you keep that up, I’m going to come.”
I flicked the tip of my tongue over his head and looked up at him, grinning as I stroked his length again. “I thought that was the point of giving a blow job. To get the man to blow his load.” Without waiting for his response, I took him into my mouth again and sucked harder, swallowing to relax my throat to take him just a little deeper, and hollowing out my c
heeks around his shaft.
His grip in my hair tightened, and he started using his hand to guide me faster over his dick. I half-expected him to pull away before he finished, because Greg always said only classless whores swallowed, but as his seed hit the back of my throat, I swallowed hard, drinking in his climax as I kept sucking, trying to make sure he felt as satisfied as I did after his mouth had been on me.
When Chuck finally pulled away, he leaned back against the tile wall, breathing hard. “Where the hell did you learn to suck like that? Jeez.”
I licked my lips and stood, picking up the discarded soap. “I take it that’s a compliment?”
He laughed huskily and pulled me close to kiss me hard. “Babe, that’s a huge compliment. How the fuck has anyone complained about you giving oral?”
I grinned and grabbed the shampoo, lathering up my hair while he caught his breath. “I just wanted you to get off as hard as I did this morning. I hope I didn’t disappoint.”
Chuck growled and pinned me against the wall, kissing me hungrily as his hands roved over my curves. I almost begged him to slide his fingers into my wet pussy, to make me come again, to take me to his bed and keep me there all day. He pulled away and let me finish washing out the shampoo in my hair before he started washing his own hair. I figured there would be time enough for more sex.
Even though I wanted him to throw me down and ravage me more, we had plans, and I wanted him to show me Glenwood Springs. Almost as much as I wanted more of his naked body pressed against mine.
We finished the shower and dried off; although no amount of toweling would’ve stopped the wetness flowing between my thighs.
I had to get dressed in stages. Stripping off my sweater and bra on the stairs had seemed like such a sexy thing at the time, but now that I had to follow the trail of clothes back downstairs, I wished I’d had the wherewithal to at least take them all off on the second floor.
Chuck met me in the living room dressed in a red flannel shirt, just the hints of a white tank top visible underneath the highest buttoned point, and a pair of jeans that hugged his ass like they were made for him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again. Not quite as passionately as he had in the shower, but still enough that I felt it in my already throbbing pussy.
“You sure you’re going to be okay going out there with wet hair?”
“It’ll dry pretty fast. And you said we’ve got, what, a half hour drive to Glenwood Springs?”
He nodded. “I just don’t want you freezing or getting sick.”
“I’ll be fine. Just don’t drive with the windows down.”
Chuck laughed, and his hand slid down over my ass. “How did you know that was my plan? I thought we’d turn our hair into icicles.”
I shook my head at him and slipped out of his arms to grab my coat. “In that case, I’d like to borrow a hat.” I looked over my shoulder at him. “You’re sure there’ll be somewhere I can buy a bathing suit? I have one at the chalet, we could just go back.”
He wrapped his arms around me again, and as I looked up into those bright blue eyes, I could’ve sworn my heart skipped a beat. “I promise. We’ll find you something suitable to wear. Besides, I’ve already eaten up more of our day than I should have, getting you naked.” He nudged me toward the front door. “Although, if we didn’t have plans, I’d say we could just go right back upstairs and I’d eat up more of the day. And more of you.”
I bit my lip to stifle a moan. “There’s always after Glenwood Springs, right?”
Chuck grinned and grabbed my ass almost hard enough to make me yelp. “Definitely.”
From the moment Chuck put the Jeep into gear, until he pulled to a stop in a parallel parking spot off the Main Street of Glenwood Springs, he held my hand. Some of the time, he ran his thumb over the back of it, some of the time, he brought it up to kiss, but he never let it go. I was surprised by the simple gesture, the ease at which he touched me and caressed me. It was so foreign, and yet felt more natural than Greg’s distance in public or even in the privacy of the bedroom ever had.
When Chuck helped me out of his Jeep, an action I could have just as easily accomplished on my own, he didn’t release my hand, and instead, he tangled his fingers with mine once more. “What do you want to do first?”
I looked up and down Main Street, at all of the quaint shops that lined the road. “I’m not quite ready to go to the hot springs yet, or for lunch. Maybe we could just wander? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to.” I bit my lip, nervous he would feel like I was trying to dictate.
“Sounds perfect. Pick a direction.” He squeezed my hand and gave me another one of his altogether too handsome smiles that seemed to have a direct effect on my pussy.
Chuck followed me in and out of shops and pointed out spots with significant history or meaning, never once acting like he was bored or like he’d rather be anywhere else.
At one point, Chuck pulled me down a side street and into a shop full of rocks and minerals. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, and I bit back a laugh. “Why’d you want to come in here?”
“Rocks are cool.” He grinned and pointed out a few different varieties, describing them with such passion I almost believed rocks were, indeed, cool.
“You’re a geology nerd.” I smiled and slid my hand around his waist. “What’s your favorite?”
He stopped in front of some crystal geodes; huge slabs of rock that had been cracked open to reveal shimmering insides. “I guess I like these because they’re not immediately the thing people gravitate toward. You could walk past geodes every day, but unless you know what you’re looking for, you’d completely miss the beauty.”
I watched him for a second, his eyes sparkling more than the crystals were. “That’s a great choice.”
Chuck kissed my cheek and slipped out of my reach. “Find your favorite.” He took a step back, and I started wandering the aisles, looking for which rock or mineral spoke to me like the geodes spoke to him.
When I found one that I liked, I saw him at the cash register, talking to the cashier with a big smile on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was making a purchase or talking about the weather.
“How are you liking our shop?” The cashier turned her attention to me, and I smiled back at her.
“It’s giving me a new appreciation for rocks.” I wrapped my arm around Chuck’s waist. He leaned into my touch and it made me feel special. “I think I found my favorite.”
The cashier held out a basket full of small rocks, none larger than a nickel, and shook it. “Well, everyone who comes in should leave with a worry rock. Pick one and keep it in your coat pocket. When you’re worried about something or feeling anxious, pull it out and transfer your concerns into the rock.”
Chuck reached in and pulled out a green striped one, and then I sifted through and found a blue one with white speckles. “Thank you.”
She smiled and nodded at us. “Thank you for coming in. I’m glad we could give you a new perspective on rocks.”
We left the shop and Chuck wrapped his arm around me, keeping me close. “Where to now?”
I pursed my lips. “How about the hot springs? I could use a break from walking around.”
Chuck nodded and steered me back toward the car. “Sounds like a plan.”
We drove away from the Glenwood Springs Hotel, where the large hot springs pool was, and I furrowed my brow at him. “Where are we going?”
“There’s another set of springs not far, and they’re a little more intimate, with a lot fewer kids. I thought it might be better to have a little more privacy. Plus, there’s the option of adult beverages, if you want one. But if you’d rather go to the one in the center of town, I’m happy to take you.”
“I trust you.” I kissed the back of his hand and smiled. Greg would’ve just gone with the most obvious choice, and not stopped to think about if there were other options that fit our needs better.
Chuck pulled into the lot for the springs, and w
e stopped in the gift shop to buy appropriate swimwear.
“Why didn’t you bring your suit? We were at your house.” I laughed as he held up a neon pair of swim trunks.
“Because I knew you’d need one, and I didn’t want you to feel like you were the only one buying stuff.” He picked up a red-and-white polka dot bikini and showed it to me. “How about this one?”
I looked at the 1940s-style top and high-waisted bikini bottoms, feeling a little nervous about it. Not only was it a cut I’d never considered trying, but the color choice was far flashier than anything I would’ve bought before. But something about it spoke to me, and the way he was looking at me had me believing I might just look incredible in it. “Okay.”
He grinned and handed it to me before moving on to another rack to look at trunks.
Once we had our purchases in hand, he paid for the whole shopping endeavor and wrapped his arm around my waist again as we headed for the entrance to the springs. At the ticket counter, he rented us each a locker as well as towels for the pools.
As soon as we were through the gates, he pointed at the women’s locker room. “I’ll meet you out here in a few minutes, after we’ve changed?”
I nodded, and he gave me a far too fleeting kiss before disappearing into the men’s locker room.
I settled near the locker I was assigned at the front desk and quickly changed into my suit, not wanting to be undressed for very long in a locker room. The whole experience gave me bad flashbacks of high school, made all the worse when I heard some other woman’s voice in the next row over.
“Chuck Wright is here. And he’s with some mousy looking woman. God, I can only imagine what sort of contest or whatever she had to win to get an afternoon with him. He should be with someone more on his level. Someone like me. I could keep him happy. Satisfy his appetite. But whatever. That mousy bitch’ll be gone soon enough, I’m sure. Chuck’ll get bored with her, and she’ll just disappear, like so many before. It’s all about the long game. Every time I see him, I know he wants me. He can play hard to get if he wants, but in the end, I’m going to land that Wright.”
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