Let it Snow

by Suzan Butler, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cari Quinn, Vivienne Westlake, Sadie Haller, Holley Trent

Emotionally…hell. He hadn’t even considered she would resist him. He’d always been half in love with her but kept away because of their age differences, his career plans, his father’s vow to beat the shit out of him if he ever did more than carry Telly’s backpack. He was well on his way to an early retirement, and even his dad couldn’t deny that Telly wasn’t a kid anymore. The increasingly more vulnerable letters she’d written during his deployment had shoved the scale over from half-in-love to full-on-need.

  “I’m not big enough,” she said.

  “Maybe not before, but I promise you are now.” Still pressing her breasts together, he shifted his grip until he could nudge his thumbs into the valley. His cock twitched, eager to slide between her warm curves.

  Telly stared as if fascinated by the depth of her cleavage and the dark skin of his hands contrasted with her translucent complexion. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. If seducing her physically was his gate to seducing her emotionally, well, he wasn’t opposed to using that door.

  “I have massage oil,” she said. “Will it work for lube?”

  His breathing grew ragged, his hold on her breasts maybe a little too tight. Keith deliberately relaxed his hands. “It’ll work. And your laptop. I want to see how you’ve changed. I wish I’d been here to watch you the whole way.”

  “My nipples are bigger,” she offered. “Darker.”

  “I want to see.”

  “All right.” She backed away, farther into the bedroom. Light from the hall provided some illumination. She touched a key on her laptop and the screensaver blinked, shedding more light.

  Keith stepped inside. “This room smells like you.”

  “I should change the sheets.”

  She folded one arm across her breasts and accessed her photo folder with her free hand. Keith sat on the futon behind her. He hooked his fingers in the waist of her pants and tugged, baring her ass. From behind, the only indication of her condition was the extra cushion of flesh at her hips. She’d always been coltish and thin, barely anything to her body if she wore anything more than a bikini. He’d had daydreams about peeling her halter from her wet skin and rubbing her small breasts raw with his stubble. Now he had daydreams about standing between her splayed legs and watching the baby crown. Both scenarios made him stiff and hard.

  Needing to touch her, he shoved her pants to her ankles and reached between her thighs. Thick, milky wetness sucked his fingers between her folds. He rubbed the slippery fluid back into her flesh, using it as lubrication for an intimate, thorough massage.

  “Please,” she whispered, tilting her hips toward him.

  “Please what? You want my fingers again? Fucking you deep, finding more of this cream?” He tickled her entrance. The slick muscle spasmed. Keith kissed her left cheek and inhaled, pulling hard on her scent. “Are you wet like this even when you’re not turned-on, Telly?”

  She started to turn toward him. Keith stopped her by inserting his index finger and extending his middle finger to pet her clit. She gasped, her spine bowing, and said, “Please…something. More than the last time.”

  “You want it more than last time or you want more of them?” He pushed a second finger inside and rotated his wrist, searching for her G-spot. Telly wailed and contracted hard, a vise around his fingers. Her hips moved on their own, rocking and seeking friction.

  Keith braced her with his free hand. “Tell me. This satisfy what you want? I had two in you earlier. You want three instead? Or maybe you want four. Maybe you need four. You’re too tight to push out a baby. Should I work on stretching you, Telly?”

  He scissored his fingers, demonstrating exactly how good stretching would feel. Her knees wobbled. Keith steadied her and drew her back, his fingers slipping from her body and rising to guide her hips. “Come sit on me, pretty. Put your pictures on slideshow. We’ll watch together and find out what we can do about your tight little pussy.”

  Slouching against a pile of pillows, he insinuated his legs between her knees and pulled her down to sit high on his stomach, above the waist of his shorts. Telly squeaked in surprise and grabbed his thighs for balance. Her hand grazed his cock and he hissed a low curse. “Touch me, Tel.”

  Too gently, she peeled back his shorts. Not gently enough, she let the elastic snap against his sac. Keith bit back a curse and squeezed her hips.

  “You’re huge,” Telly said. “Good Lord. Where do you keep this when you’re not using it?”

  “Shut up and stroke it.” He swatted her thigh playfully but meant every word. If she didn’t touch him—

  Soft, small hands wrapped around his cock, derailing his scramble for punishments. He groaned. “Shit. Maybe you shouldn’t do that.”

  “Too late now. I want to lick you.” She started moving, stronger and more flexible than any half-term woman ought to be.

  “Damn it, Telly. Let me help you.” But she’d already repositioned herself, kneeling astride his chest, her ass in his face and her mouth… “Fuck.”

  The warm wetness of her mouth enveloped his head. Keith glanced up, shocked to see her lips stretched wide over his cock, up close and a little jerky on her laptop monitor.

  “Webcam?” He choked, disbelieving. Telly hummed affirmative and opened her eyes for the camera. Keith squirmed, grateful for the elastic across the base of his balls. “Tell me it’s not broadcasting.”

  Her tongue lingered, licking as she freed her mouth to say, “It’s not. It’s not recording either. I might be stupid right now, but I wouldn’t do that to you.”

  She wouldn’t. He knew that but had to ask, protective of his plans for the future. Their future. Reassured, he raised his hips, bumping her bottom lip with his cock. A smile tilted her eyes and she swallowed him again.

  She gave amazing head, her tongue busy and always wet, her eyes locked on the webcam and looking back at him as if they were locked on his eyes. The tip of her tongue swiped across his head and probed at the slit as if she wanted to be inside him as badly as he wanted to be inside her. He clutched her thighs, fascinated by the deepening color of her mouth, the wet-to-dry rasp of her tongue as she licked a long line from cap to root. She closed her mouth and retraced the damp path with chaste little kisses. What the hell had he been thinking, rejecting her half-serious offer in the car?

  Supporting her weight with one hand, she gathered her hair and pulled it over one shoulder, baring her breasts. Heavy and pale, they framed his erection and swayed gently when she moved.

  “I still want these wrapped around me,” he said. Releasing her thighs, he angled his shoulders until he could trace the line of her ribs and cup her breasts. “Lean forward a little.”

  “You won’t let me fall,” she said.

  “No, pretty. I won’t.”

  Carefully, she planted her palms on his knees and stretched out over his thighs. Eyes glued to the laptop monitor, he spread her breasts and wrapped the swelling globes around his shaft. She held still while he manipulated her curves, pinching her nipples between his fingers, rubbing his length all over with her pale skin. If she were any taller, he wouldn’t have been able to hold her like this. His shoulders burned with his over-extended reach. Worth every twinge of discomfort. The head of his cock peeped between her breasts, emerging from the valley and vanishing again. Months from now, he’d be able to do this with the aid of her milk, dripping from her nipples and wetting his cock. Her skin would be slick, slippery, her breasts even more full.

  “Keith,” she whispered.

  He tore his gaze from the laptop screen. In front of his face, her pussy dripped cream. Dipping his chin, he licked one slow-trailing line of wetness, his tongue tracing a line up her inner thigh, flicking into the pouting dip of her entrance. She whimpered, her thighs tensing as she shoved back for more.

  “I need more hands,” he muttered before spearing deep, his tongue digging into her sheath. A startled, strangled gasp underscored her surprise. She reared up, breaking free of his hold on her
breasts, and swallowed his cock into the back of her throat. Keith swore and clutched her ass. His hips rose up on their own, shoving harder, deeper past her lips. Motion drew him back to the camera output and the sight of his flesh vanishing into her mouth ruined him. With a hoarse groan, he palmed the back of her head and pushed her down while he bucked up. Heat exploded at the base of his spine, barreled through his shaft, and he came in muscle-wrenching bursts. Telly moaned but didn’t struggle. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her mouth worked around him, sucking and swallowing while he pulsed in the slick warmth.

  He broke before she did, shuddering as her tongue crossed a point of pleasure and into something too sharp, too good to bear. Twisting his fingers in her hair, he drew her head back. “Let go, Tel.”

  She resisted his pull but, bigger and stronger, he won. Keith drew her to recline against him, chest to shoulder. Her thighs splayed to either side of his. The slightly blurry webcam image picked up on his knees, his softening cock, her wet and spread pussy. Banding his forearm beneath her breasts, he delved into the slick heat.

  Telly jolted. She tried to twist in his arms. He pinned her to his chest. The slope of her stomach hid his fingers from view, but the webcam showed everything as he parted her inner lips and sank three fingers to the third knuckle.

  “Oh God,” she breathed, scraping her nails down his forearm. Heels braced on the edge of the futon, she lifted her ass and lowered, riding his fingers. Keith caught her clit beneath the pad of his thumb. Her breath caught—half yelp and half moan. She twisted her hips and arched again, fucking herself on his fingers.

  “Telly,” he whispered, kissing the side of her neck. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Come for me.”

  “Touch me,” she pleaded. “Don’t let go.”

  “I won’t. Come on, pretty.” At his urging, she surrendered. Slick, strong muscle contracted around his fingers. She shoved her head back against his shoulder, lips parted on a silent gasp. Short seconds later, she collapsed, limp in his hold. Aftershocks raced through her limbs, fluttered beneath the heel of his palm as he gently massaged her clit and drew another cry from her lips.

  Keith eased her onto her side and stretched behind her, kissing her nape and breathing her sated scent. “I want to hold you.”

  She squirmed in his hold. “I need to pee. Very frequently and right now very badly.”

  He heaved an exaggerate sigh and released her, rolling onto his back.

  Telly eyed him from her spot between his body and the wall. “Are you going to make me climb over you?”

  He grinned. “I’m kind of hoping you’ll accidentally fall on my dick.”

  “No, I’m saving that for ‘on purpose’.” She rose to her hands and knees and carefully crawled over him, her belly resting on his stomach when she paused on all fours. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders to hide her breasts and tickle his chest. Telly canted her head and met his eyes in the dim light. “I’m glad you’re home.”

  “So am I.” He lifted his shoulders and claimed her mouth, hard and direct. Telly met his tongue and sucked lightly before she drew away.

  “I’ll be back in a minute,” she promised.

  He steadied her as she finished climbing over him and watched her walk from the room, bare ass a pale cushion below her long, tousled hair. Once she was out of sight, he crossed his hands beneath his head and sighed at the ceiling. Somehow he had to convince her to stay.

  Chapter Three

  Telly splashed water on her face and ran a toothbrush over her teeth before leaving the bathroom. She’d wrapped Keith’s damp towel around her bare frame, suddenly awkward with her nakedness under the bathroom’s bulbs. As she passed the door to his bedroom on the way to hers, his voice stopped her.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Telly paused, glancing over her shoulder to find him seated on the edge of his big bed. He’d righted his dog tags between her room and his. The pair of tin rectangles rested between his nipples, their markings indistinct from the hall. She turned slowly to face him. “I was going back to you but you’ve moved. I suppose now I’m going to find some pajamas.”

  “The futon frame digs into my back. I’m heavier than you are. Come in here instead. Wear one of my shirts.”

  “All right.” Self-conscious, she crossed the room to rifle through his bureau. The contents consisted of olive Marine Corps t-shirts, thermal henleys, and the occasional pair of threadbare jeans. Aware of him watching her, she chose one of the more well-worn green undershirts and pulled it over her head before letting the towel drop. The sleeves reached her elbows and the hem skimmed her thighs. She turned back to the bed to find Keith propped against a pile of pillows, his cock in hand.

  “You’re fucking hot,” he said. His thumb swept over his cock head.

  Her sex softened instantly and new wetness rushed her channel. Telly swallowed. What she was going to ask for could change so many things. A little oral might not ruin a friendship, but anything else might. She looked up from his stroking fingers and met his eyes, which regarded her steadily. “Keith?”

  “Yeah?” He raised one knee. The movement distracted her from his eyes and tricked her gaze lower in time for her to see his fingers spread over his testicles.

  “Will you…” She stopped and dragged her eyes back to his.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Will I what?”

  Telly licked her lips and tried again, forcing her throat to work. “I want you behind me.”

  His nostrils flared. “Come here.”

  She ventured closer, fingering the hem of her borrowed t-shirt. When she reached the side of the bed, Keith clasped her wrist in his free hand and drew her up beside him.

  “Kneel here and hold on to the headboard.” He rose to his knees beside her. Telly grasped the edges of the headboard. Wetness made the insides of her legs sticky. She rubbed her thighs together, smearing her cream.

  Keith raised the hem of her shirt and settled it at the small of her back, baring her ass. He kissed the back of her neck through her hair. “I don’t want a condom.”

  “You’ll come inside me without one?” She flexed her hands on the wood. The prospect didn’t make her nervous. She’d known him all her life.

  He spread his hands over her belly and drew her backward, the hot, smooth tip of his cock testing her crease. Telly bit her lip but couldn’t contain her whimper. She wanted him so much. Wished she’d had him sooner. “Keith?”

  He nuzzled the hollow behind her ear. “If you’ll let me.”

  “Why do you want to?”

  He didn’t answer at first, instead raising his hands up to skim her ribs, drawing the shirt along. Calloused fingers found her nipples and squeezed gently. Telly’s head fell back to loll on his shoulder as sensation spiked from the tips of her breasts to her clit. She rocked her hips, wanting him between her legs, deep inside.

  “Keith,” she whispered.

  One strong arm banded beneath her breasts. He kissed the side of her neck. “I want to come inside you and pretend I’ve done it before. Let me.”

  Her sex clenched at his admission. How could his desires so closely mirror hers? “I think I might cry if you don’t.”

  “No crying, Tel.” He grabbed two pillows and stacked them between her torso and the headboard. “Push your ass back.”

  Cheeks hot, she did as he instructed. Strong hands grasped her hips. He rocked behind her, riding her slit, back and forth through the cream coating her inner lips. Her flesh was sore, swollen from the abrasion of his beard growth and the stretch of his fingers. His thick head dragged across her clit and soon she shuddered with every shallow swipe, her pussy clenching hard on nothing at all.

  “Keith,” she groaned. “Come on.”

  “Come on what?”

  “Come on and fuck me!”

  “Such a dirty mouth,” he murmured. The head of his cock paused at her entrance, notched inside. Telly whimpered. Slo
wly he plunged past the rim, his biceps bulging on either side of her as he braced himself against the headboard too. His hard stomach sealed flush to the softer rounds of her ass cheeks. He thrust shallowly, his balls swinging forward to tap her clit.

  Telly jolted. “More please. Harder.”

  “That’s not what you’re supposed to say if you want me to give you something harder.” He withdrew until only his head remained inside.

  Confused, brain muddled by desire, she stared at the wall behind the bed. Bare as it was, the plaster offered no insight into his meaning. Keith held still behind her, his lips warm on the arch of her ear. “Please, Daddy,” he prompted with a nip.

  Her breath caught on the reminder of his earlier denial and clarification. Fantasy momentarily distracted her, but his tickling tongue brought her back to the very frustrating present. She finally said, “Don’t play games with me. Not right now.”

  “You are tight and wet and hot. Coming in my hand and your mouth…I thought the edge would be gone, but it isn’t. If I don’t play games, I’m going to hurt you.”

  “If you hurt me, I’ll say so and you’ll stop.” Height and position put her at a disadvantage but she moved anyway, tipping her tail bone toward the ceiling, trying to force him deeper.

  “Jesus,” he muttered. His hands dropped to her hips. “Fuck. All right. Just hold still for me.”

  As if she could move. His fingerprints would remain in the morning, little purple bruises on her skin. Sensing the force rising to claim her, she drew every muscle tight and rooted herself in her center of gravity. And just in time. With a low growl, Keith drove deep. Deeper than his fingers, his cock rode over her G-spot, retreated, advanced again. Tingling darts of pleasure speared her thighs. Wet, sucking sounds and his rasping breath coaxed her into unleashing the pleasure that had been building in the back of her throat. High and wild, her moans powered his hips.

  The stack of pillows cushioned her breasts and belly when her thighs gave out and buckled. Keith grunted behind her, thrusts becoming jerky and erratic. He was going to come. Inside her. She deliberately squeezed and bore down, tightening her pussy around his shaft. This was what she wanted, the intimacy of his release.