Apres Ski

by Christie Butler

  Tonight, she had a surprise for him. A couple of surprises.

  A new influx of passengers emerged from the gate. Chelsea watched and waited, sign in position. She felt him before she saw him, and then there he was with a big smile. He looked at her sign and laughed, hurrying over to her.

  Dropping the sign on the floor, she jumped into his arms and he spun her around as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight, kissing him until she was out of breath. She was pretty sure they were making a scene but she didn’t care. All that mattered right now was getting as close to him as she could.

  “Did you miss me?” he asked, setting her down.

  “Maybe a little.”

  “A little?” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her with him to baggage claim. “Huh. And here I was, crying myself to sleep at night.”

  Chelsea gently elbowed him. “Poor baby.”

  As they watched for his garment bag to be unloaded, she asked, “How was the trip? The interviews go well?”

  “Yeah. I’d be happy with either of the positions. One of them is in a bigger house and the money’s better, but I think I’d fit better in the smaller outfit where the salary isn’t quite as high.”

  “So which one do you think you’ll go with?” She was trying desperately to be supportive, even though she knew his decision was going to split them apart. It was the right thing to do—she’d expect the same from him.

  He laughed. “Most likely the one that offers me a job.”

  “Oh please. You’ll probably get offers from both.”

  Shrugging, he said, “I hope you’re right, but I’d be happy if even one of them wanted me.”

  “Who wouldn’t want you?” She looked up at him, positive that he could see her love for him oozing from her every pore.

  Eyes narrowing, he bent down to kiss her and whisper in her ear, “I can’t wait to get you home.”

  Home—Jud’s home. She’d all but moved in with him, had stayed at his place when he was in New York. Her heart pounded at his words. All she could do was nod. She was stunned at the sexual being she’d become. One look, a few words from him, and her pussy would twitch and spasm, juices soaking her panties. Was this reaction unique for Judson Tate? Or was she now some nympho sex addict who would spread her legs on command for any man in her life?

  She shook the thought away and tried to get a grip. She didn’t want any other man in her life. It was going to be Jud or back to the vibrator.

  On the way home, Chelsea filled him in on the gossip he’d missed at the mountain and how she’d started painting her commissioned work. Buried beneath their easy exchange, sexual tension percolated. She wanted him, wanted to feel his weight on top of her, wanted to feel him inside her. She was pretty sure he felt the same way—his eyes burned into her and heat radiated from his body as he took every opportunity to touch her.

  One hand on the wheel, he grasped her knee with the other. “I know it’s kinda early, but I’m jet-lagged and starved. What are we doing for dinner?”

  “I have salmon I was going to broil with some vegetables. Is that okay?”

  “Sounds great. But first I may have to eat you.” He kept his gaze firmly focused on the road ahead as he spoke, his jaw tightening.

  Chelsea’s stomach dropped, sparks of desire shooting through her and settling in her core. She nearly jumped out of her skin as his fingers scraped against the denim of her jeans. Was she destined to be in a perpetual state of arousal every time she was in his presence? Well, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

  Twenty minutes later, they reached his condo. Jud shut his front door behind them and he had her pinned against the wall a split second later. His hands were everywhere, his lips covering hers.

  She allowed herself a moment of pleasure before trying to gently extricate herself from his groping embrace. When gentle didn’t work, she tried to be more forceful.

  Jud jerked his head back. “What’s up? I’m dying for you.”

  “I think you’ll live for a few minutes.” She smiled. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “Yeah?” He crossed his arms over his chest and leered at her.

  “Oh my gosh. Not everything has to be about sex.” She held out her hand to him. “Come with me.”

  “Damn.” He sighed and took her hand, letting himself be led to the living room.

  “Okay, sit down and close your eyes.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh God. Just do it.” She glared at him until he reluctantly complied. “Thank you.” Keeping an eye on him to make sure he kept his eyes closed, Chelsea pulled his surprise out from behind the dining room table. She set it against the coffee table and said, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

  After taking a quick glance at the package, Jud looked at Chelsea and smiled. He held his palms out and asked, “May I?”

  “You’d better.” She watched his every move as he began to tear off the brown paper wrapping, desperate to see his first reaction to the painting she’d done just for him. He didn’t disappoint her.

  He seemed to take in every detail, his eyes warm and shiny. “Chels, it’s fantastic. This is for me?”

  “Mm-hm.” She moved over next to him, wrapping her hands around his arm. “My inspiration was the photograph I took of you at the end of the season last year.”

  He nodded without looking at her. “I remember.” Jud took a deep breath and then swallowed, seemingly overcome with emotion. “This is a new side of you, Chels. I’ve never seen you do something like this. It’s…”

  “Kinda abstract?” she suggested.

  “Yeah, I guess. It’s so cool how the white snow sorta sprays up and blends into the blue sky.” Carefully, he set the painting down, still studying it. “I love it, Chels. It’s beautiful. What did I do to deserve this?”

  “I just wanted you to have it.”

  When he looked down at her, he crossed his hands over his heart. “Thank you. And I didn’t even get you an ‘I heart NY’ T-shirt.” He bent down to kiss her and Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck, needing to feel him against her. His big, warm hands covered her back as he kissed her deeply, working his thigh between her legs.

  God, she’d missed him—the sex of course, but also the sweetness, the tenderness, the closeness of belonging to someone. When he ended the kiss, Chelsea wanted to weep with the loss.

  “I want to get this airplane grime off of me,” he said. “Why don’t you go run one of those bubble baths for us while I unpack?”

  That’ll work. She smiled and made her way to the bathroom while he took his bag into the bedroom. She started the water running and poured two capfuls of bubble bath under the stream. By the time she’d relieved herself and stripped off her clothes, the bath was filled with the citrusy tangerine scent.

  With the water still running, she stepped into the tub and settled at one end. The tub was almost full when Jud walked in stark naked, his cock well on its way to an erect state.

  “Shit, I have to pee.” He looked at Chelsea. “Do you mind if…”

  Chelsea rolled her eyes. “After all the things we’ve done together, I think it’s okay if you pee in front of me.”

  Laughing, Jud stepped in front of the toilet and stood for a moment. “Damn, I hate to pee when I have a hard-on.” After another minute he was successful and then he strolled over to the tub and shut off the water. He stopped and looked at her, shaking his head. “You’re a damn fantasy, waiting for me—all pink and hot and wet, covered in bubbles.”

  Chelsea licked her lips and held out her hand. “Join me?”

  He stepped into the tub and sat in his end, briefly dropping completely under the water. He emerged to wipe the bubbles from his face and slick back his hair.

  “I don’t think that bubble bath is very good for your hair,” she said.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking about right now.”

  She shrugged. “Okay, when your hair starts fal
ling out, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  “I’ve got good genes, darlin’. I’m gonna have this head of hair until I die.”

  “That’s good to know.” Chelsea rubbed the soles of her feet along his thighs. “I like that most of your hair is on your head.”

  “Say what?”

  “I mean, I love your hair. I’m just not that attracted to men with hairy bodies—you know, guys who look like ape-men.”

  He laughed. “I’m flattered. I guess.”

  “You should be. I love that your chest is nice and smooth.” She kept up the rubbing motion with her feet. “And that your arms and legs aren’t super hairy.”

  “Hmm.” He stroked the backs of her calves. “I like that your legs aren’t super hairy too.”

  “Hey!” She kicked some water at him, splashing him in the face.

  His mouth dropped open. “Really? Do you really want to be starting this with me?”

  Chelsea nibbled on her lip, thinking that she did want to start with him. She thought she might really enjoy her punishment. She gazed at him sweetly, swirling her hands below the water, then bringing them together in front of her to slosh a wave of sudsy water at him.

  She braced herself while Jud wiped his face clean. Before she could take another breath, he’d pulled her against him, her back to his chest. He placed a hand on top of her head, and said, “Take a breath.”

  “Oh no—” She sucked in some air just before he pushed her under the water. Quickly, he pulled her back up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. “Damn it, Jud. What did I just say about the bubble bath and hair?”

  He planted a kiss on her neck as his hands covered her breasts. “I guess we’re going to go bald together, baby.”

  “You’re so bad.” She soon forgot about her hair and everything else, relaxing into his arms. She rested her hands on his muscular legs, her heart pounding as he squeezed and massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She felt the tug deep inside, her pussy aching with need for him. It had been just a few days since they’d had sex and she felt as if she would die if she had to wait much longer to have his cock inside her. “Mmm.” She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the empty aching.

  He read her mind. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  “Damn.” She pushed away from him to rise on her knees. “Let’s not wait.” She reached down and grasped his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Hands on the sides of the tub, she slowly sat, taking him all the way inside her. “God, I missed this. I love how you fill me up. So good.”

  He grabbed her ass, steadying her on top of him as he slowly pumped his hips, sending waves of water sloshing against the sides of the tub. “Mm, yeah. I missed this too—this sweet, hot pussy.” He thrust hard once, causing her to gasp.

  “Oooh, yes. Do that again. I love how your cock feels inside me.” The words came easier now—she’d had plenty of practice over the past couple of weeks. To her dismay, he seemed to be ignoring her plea, reverting to maddeningly slow, gentle thrusts. She heard him laugh as she tried to sit down hard, her efforts impeded by the water. Growling with frustration, she said, “What are you doing to me? Come on!”

  “Sorry, baby. I am gonna fuck you hard, but first I have other ideas.” He lifted her off him, squeezing her ass.

  “Jud, you’re killing me.” She turned around to face him and settled against the far end of the tub, pouting.

  “You know what I want to do?” His eyes smoldered as they took her in, his lips slightly parted.

  Shivering as he stroked her calves, she shook of her head.

  “I wanna lick your pussy.” His tongue snaked out to wet his lips. “I wanna drive you crazy, make you so wet that your juice runs down my chin.”

  Already feeling his mouth on her, Chelsea squirmed with need. Jud moved over her and kissed her. He licked her lips and she imagined his tongue on her pussy, her clit.

  His mouth traveled across her cheek and he whispered to her. “I want to fuck your cunt with my tongue. Show it to me.”

  As always, his raw language drove her insane. She stood up in the tub, forgetting about her surprise until she saw his gaze focus on her mound. Her newly waxed mound.

  “Damn, Chels.” His voice was deep and hoarse. “What did you do?”

  Shit. “You don’t like it?” She froze in place, crossing her arms over her belly.

  His gaze riveted to her pussy, he reached out with both hands and stroked the newly bare skin. “Sit down.” He spoke with authority, even though his voice caught.

  She obeyed immediately, sitting on the edge of the tub. She watched him carefully, still waiting for his reaction.

  Jud pushed her thighs apart and moved between them. He thumbed her pussy lips open, exploring her with his fingers, pushing two of them into her dripping wet cunt.

  “Mmm.” She tossed her head back as he silently continued his examination, deciding that he was right. There was definitely more sensation with bare skin. She didn’t know if she was going to survive it. “Jud?”

  When he didn’t answer, she looked down to see that he was mesmerized by her—his big hands spreading her juice all over her as he poked and prodded.

  “Jud?”

  “Hmm?” He sent his middle finger deep inside, probing her sensitive spot.

  “Do you like it?” Chelsea asked shakily.

  Finally he looked up at her. “It’s beautiful. It’s perfect.” He laughed. “It’s so fucking hot it’s making me insane.”

  She had only a moment to feel relief before bracing herself on the tub as Jud’s mouth closed over her pussy lips. She was already so close to coming, his tongue on her naked cunt was almost more than she could bear.

  He ate her aggressively as he finger-fucked her. The physical sensation coupled with the sound of his moans and lapping tongue drove her over the edge. She saw stars as she came, going higher and higher until she could take no more. She squeezed her thighs together, crushing his head.

  Pulling away from her, Jud quickly rose, water sloshing around him. Before she’d recovered her senses, he lifted her into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. He stepped out of the tub and pressed her against the wall. “Look at me.”

  Chelsea focused on him. His jaw was tense, his eyes fiery, his lips and chin shiny wet. He spread her open and slowly lowered her onto his stiff, steely hard cock. A foreign, guttural sound crept uncontrollably from her throat as she felt him split her in two. She dropped her head to his shoulder.

  “No. Look at me.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re so wet, Chels. I love fucking you without a condom. Your cunt is so hot and wet and tight on my dick.”

  Her breath caught. “That’s because you’re so huge. I can hardly breathe.” Her heart was still pounding from her orgasm, her pussy walls still tight and spasming on his cock. And yet she wanted more. Wanted him fucking her, losing control.

  With a growl, Jud stalked into the bedroom, each step driving him deeper inside her, sending jolts of electricity racing through her. Reaching the bed, he pulled out of her and laid her down, folding her legs against her chest. He leaned over and plunged his cock inside her, supporting his weight on the backs of her thighs. “You feel so fucking good, Chels. I’m not gonna last too long.”

  “I don’t need long.” She was so on edge, she felt as if she could come in five seconds.

  He slowly pulled back until he was nearly out and then thrust back in. Hard. So hard it nearly rattled her teeth.

  Chelsea splayed her fingers on the bed, anchoring herself. “God, that’s good. Give me more.”

  “Jesus, Chels.”

  Jud fucked her hard and deep and fast, sending pulsations of heat through her body. He was so big and hard, he reached every sensitive nerve ending. His face looked fierce as he grunted with every thrust, his breath uneven and ragged.

  “Yes. Fuck me. Oh.” Chelsea chanted with each jarring motion,
tension building and spiraling up.

  “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come on my cock.”

  God! “Faster. I need faster,” she gasped. He complied and instantly she was lost. She came with a ferocity that stunned her, stole her breath, made her lightheaded. Through her haze, she could hear Jud talking, telling her he was going to come.

  Then he suddenly pulled out of her and she felt his warm cum squirting onto her body. She watched as spurt after spurt landed—on her mound, her clit, her inner folds. Once he was empty, he used his cock to spread his cum over her pussy lips, dipping in and out of her cunt. She didn’t have a lot of experience, but it was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.

  Finally, he fell to the bed beside her. Chelsea straightened her legs, tight from her position, and let her feet drop to the floor. She was utterly wrecked. That was incredible.

  “It sure as fucking hell was,” Jud said, struggling for air.

  I must have said that aloud. Chelsea laughed.

  “Something funny?” Jud turned his head to face her.

  “No. I think I’m just giddy from mind-blowing sex.”

  He puffed out his chest. “You’re welcome.”

  * * * * *

  Chelsea woke suddenly, in need of a bathroom. She started to carefully creep out of bed but when she saw that she was alone, she rolled out with abandon, grabbing a T-shirt on her way.

  After emptying her bladder, she took a quick look in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and felt like straw—damn bubble bath. Too tired to take a shower and shampoo her hair, she went in search of Jud.

  Out in the living room, she found him talking softly on his cell phone. She stopped short, wondering who he was talking to at midnight. His voice was light, his conversation peppered with laughs.