by Ann Lister
He worked his way down her body and lifted her leg by the calf, examined her healed cuts, then kissed the skin on her shin. “You can barely see where you had the lacerations,” he said, dragging his tongue over her knee and along the inside of her thigh.
“Lift your hips for me,” he whispered, then removed her thong. His thumb ran between the slit of her sex. “Baby, you're so wet for me.” He rubbed his cheek to her inner thigh and kissed the soft flesh there. “God, I've missed you, your taste; the way you make me feel.”
And then his mouth opened to her.
Colby raised herself to him, her hands cradling his head between her thighs; her fingers laced in the strands of his hair. His tongue swirled through her wetness and curled around her stiff nub, then gently used his lips to suck it into his mouth. He slipped one finger inside, then a second, feeling Colby becoming unglued beneath his mouth. Her insides clenched around him and she opened wider, screaming out as the first orgasm rolled through her in long, sweet waves. He kept working her, pushing her higher - deeper into the primal abyss of sensual euphoria. Each of her peaks bringing him closer to insanity, but he didn't stop; couldn't stop. Several more times she cried out his name, until he could no longer wait another second to be inside her. He crawled up beside her and stared down at her totally wrung out body; her chest heaving.
“Think you can handle a little more?” he asked.
Colby nodded and ran her fingers down his chest.
He took a condom packet from the nightstand beside the bed and rolled it over his cock, then moved between her legs.
“So much for restraint,” he said, and pushed himself inside her wetness in one long, slow stroke. He dropped his face to the bend of her neck, when the pleasure began to sear through his skin. His hips rotated in circles between her legs, thrusting into her and trying to maintain control over the orgasm that threatened to erupt from his body at any moment. He wanted it to last forever, but the way she hugged his cock made that an impossibility.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and answered his rhythm perfectly. She loved the way he moved his body, making full contact with his chest to hers, and creating a natural resistance between them that was electrifying.
“Damn,” he sighed, rolling onto his back and straddling her across his lap.
Colby helped build their motion, slow and steadily, until Nick sat upright and held her hips in place, then began to rotate her on him with infinite precision and delivering mind-numbing results. She bent down and covered his mouth with hers; his cock stretched longer, thicker, rubbing against the deepest recesses of her body.
He was making her ache, her skin began to tingle, and then her body started to contract around him. When her orgasm started, she opened her eyes and stared at him, disbelieving the intensity she was feeling. She saw the urgency in his eyes and knew the sensations they were creating together had brought him to the brink, too.
“Dieu, je vous aime,” Colby sighed in French against his mouth.
“Baby, I love you, too,” he said, and released inside her.
Nick fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes. Colby smiled down at him, then settled herself on his chest, her face cradled in the bend of his neck. “How’d you know what I said?” she asked.
“I saw the expression in your eyes,” he said, tenderly stroking her back with the tips of his fingers. “That's how I knew what you were feeling.”
Colby nuzzled against him, kissing his throat, then he moved; his lips catching hers, making his passion flare again. He rolled on another condom, then eased her onto her back, penetrating her for a second time. They remained in bed for several hours, until Colby glanced out the window in the bedroom and saw the daylight disappearing.
“Nick, it’s getting dark outside.”
He lifted his head from the pillow and focused on the window. “I suppose it’s about that time. Why? Are you getting hungry?”
“No, I’m still pretty full from lunch, but I was wondering if you’ll still be able to drive me back to my room if it’s dark.”
“My snowmobile has headlights and, besides, I know these trails like the back of my hand. I could probably safely drive them blindfolded.” He rolled to face her. “You’re welcome to stay here with me tonight.”
Colby smiled, then shook her head. “I don’t have anything to change into or a toothbrush to use, so I should probably go back to my own room.”
“Okay, then how about we get dressed and we’ll head back to the lodge for a while? We can see what the entertainment is tonight. If the band sucks, we can go to your room, get some clean clothes and your toothbrush. Then, I’ll bring you back here to sleep and I’ll cook you breakfast in the morning.”
“It sounds like you have a whole agenda planned,” Colby said.
“Stay with me.”
Colby saw the seriousness in his eyes, felt the love in his touch, and melted. “How could I say no to an invitation like that?”
An hour later, Nick led Colby into the club inside the lodge. They ordered drinks from the bar and found an empty space to stand near the stage.
“I’m going to use the ladies room,” Colby said, kissing his lips lightly.
“I’ll wait here for you,” he said, taking her drink to hold.
He watched her disappear into the crowd and smiled. He couldn’t believe the happiness he was feeling. He was lost in private thought when he felt arms sliding around his waist from behind.
“Hello, Nick,” Lana said, shifting around to face him and kissing him on the cheek. She studied his smile and sensed something was subtly different about him and then it hit her. “Oh, my God! You finally got yourself laid!”
Nick laughed. “How would you know that?”
“Well, for starters, you seem less tense, you’re smiling, and you smell like sex.”
“I don’t think so, Lana,” he said. “I showered.”
“So - who’s the lucky girl?”
Colby stepped beside Nick and smiled brightly at Lana. “I’m the lucky girl,” she stated firmly, gliding a possessive arm around Nick's back and resting her other hand onto the firmness of his stomach.
“Really?” Lana smiled up at Nick with surprise.
Nick pulled Colby up against him and grinned. “Yep, it’s true.”
Lana’s eyes danced back to Colby. “Well, I’m glad someone is getting to see his wild side, because he sure as hell didn’t want to show it to me,” she said.
“Wild side?” Colby asked, and glanced up at Nick.
“Yeah, Lana thinks she can tell by my body language, that I have a wild side,” he said, and rolled his eyes.
“Wild in bed, yes, that’s true,” Colby said.
“Like I said, you’re a lucky girl,” Lana said.
“You here alone tonight?” Nick asked Lana.
“No, actually I’m with Glen,” she said.
“Glen? I thought you said…” Nick started.
“I know what I said, but desperation can change your perspective on things,” Lana winked. “I’ll see you later.”
“What was that all about?” Colby asked Nick, once Lana had disappeared into the crowd.
“When I told her I wasn’t interested in showing her my…wild side, I suggested she give Glen a try. She said she wasn’t interested in Glen because he didn’t give her a ‘wild-side’ vibe,” he said.
Colby ran her fingers across his cheek and into his hair, lightly tugging on the strands. “Lana’s right. You do have a wild side,” she said, her eyes thoughtfully holding his gaze.
Nick slid his hands around her hips, pulling her flush to his groin. “Yeah, I do, but you’re the only woman I have any interest in sharing it with.”
Colby lifted her eyebrows. “Hmmm, lucky me,” she cooed against his lips, kissing him.
“You have a wild side, too,” Nick said, releasing her mouth.
“And, you’re the first man to see it.”
“Why first?” he asked.
“Becau
se you’re the only man that’s made me feel it. You can’t show something you’re not feeling and I’ve never felt it with anyone but you,” she said. “You look surprised to hear me say that.”
“I am. You said you lived with Wayne for three years. I guess I assumed…”
“It wasn’t like that with Wayne. I mean, it was…but on a different level.”
Nick pressed her tightly to his chest. “I understand, Colby. Sarah never saw the…intensity I’ve shown you, for exactly the reason you already explained. I guess I wasn’t feeling it. I thought I was, but I know differently now.”
Chapter Ten
Nick guided Colby into the restaurant and had the hostess seat them for dinner. Colby ordered a small chicken Caesar salad and Nick ordered a thick steak with a baked potato.
“All you’re getting is salad?” he asked her.
“I told you, I’m still full from lunch.”
“Well, I need to eat some protein, to replace what you depleted from me this afternoon.”
Colby started laughing. “You may want to order a second steak, because I plan on stealing some more of your protein later.”
Nick smiled. “I should probably start doubling-up on my daily vitamins.”
“I think that's a very good idea,” she said, and sipped her drink; her eyes flirting with his above the rim of her water glass.
After dinner, Nick walked with Colby to her room and waited by the door while she unlocked it.
“I’ll warn you, this place isn’t much to look at,” she apologized.
“Colby, I’ve seen a few of these rooms and even lived in one of them myself for a while, so this isn’t going to shock me.”
“Exactly how many of these rooms have you seen?” she asked.
Nick studied her expression and realized his remark had upset her. “Not as many as you’re assuming.”
Colby playfully patted him on the cheek. “I bet,” she said. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Nick scanned the room and shrugged. “This is exactly what my first room here looked like, except the layout was the reverse,” he said. He walked to her bed and sat down on the end of it.
Colby dropped her keys onto the dresser and approached him, stopping in front of his knees. She set her hands on his shoulders and pushed him flat against the mattress, then climbed up to sit on his lap and held his arms above his head.
“So, how many, Nick?” she asked, gently biting on his bottom lip.
“How many rooms?”
“No, how many women have you slept with?”
He smiled nervously. “I honestly don’t know. I didn’t keep count - that would be in bad taste.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You're telling me, you’ve kept count?” he asked, rising up onto his elbows.
Colby sat back on his thighs. “Yes. I know exactly how many men I’ve been with and I’m guessing my number is much smaller than yours,” she said, rolling off of him and standing up.
Nick walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist and pressed his face into her neck. “Does it really matter what my number is?”
Colby ignored his question and opened the drawer to her dresser, selecting a few articles of clothing to take back to Nick’s cabin.
“Eight,” she said. “That’s my number. What’s yours?”
Nick tipped his head, averting her eyes. “I seriously don’t know,” he said, shaking his head.
“Is it more than eight?”
“Yes,” he said.
“A lot more than eight?”
“Yeah.”
Colby turned away from him and walked toward the bathroom.
“Colby,” he said, and reached for her hand. “I have a more pertinent question for you. How many times have you been in love?”
“Twice. Wayne and now you.”
“Twice for me, too,” he said. “See, we have a number in common,” he said, and pulled her against his chest. “And as far as I’m concerned, that’s the only number that matters. Everyone else is irrelevant.”
“Easy for you to say,” she said, her lips beginning to curl into a smile. “You’re not the one sleeping with a man-whore.”
“Man-whore?” he laughed, pretending to be insulted. “I don’t think so! No one has ever paid me for sex.”
“You know what I meant,” she said. She stepped away from him and reached for a small canvas duffel bag to pack her clothing.
“Baby, that’s harsh. I’ve never been called a whore before,” he said, following her into the bathroom.
She slowly lifted her eyes to his. “If the shoe fits…”
Nick’s lips slid into a provocative smile. The heat of his eyes began to warm her, stirring a familiar pulse at her center. He took two steps toward Colby and cupped her face in his hands, then kissed her with feeling.
“I’m in love with you, Colby,” he whispered beside her mouth, lightly kissing her skin. “And, that’s all you need to concern yourself with. Okay?”
Colby slid her hands around his neck and pulled his mouth back to hers. “Kiss me again,” she sighed, opening her mouth for him. She felt his tongue reach for hers and closed her eyes.
He lifted and set her on the edge of the vanity counter-top, stepping between her parted legs. His hands rubbed at her thighs and his lips and tongue continued to work on her mouth.
“Are you almost done packing?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Yes,” she replied weakly, delirious from his kiss.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m feeling a sudden urgency to get you back to my cabin.”
Nick led Colby to his snowmobile. He placed her bag into the storage compartment beneath the seat and handed her a helmet, before sitting on the machine and bringing the engine to life.
He drove slowly from the parking lot, then turned the machine toward the trails leading up the mountain to the cabins. As soon as they reached the darkened seclusion of the trail, Colby’s hands began to wander beneath his coat.
She started on his stomach, firmly rubbing, then drifted onto his parted thighs as he straddled the seat. Her fingers massaged his thigh muscles, making a slow progression toward his groin. She eased her hand under the bulge between his legs and gently squeezed, while her other hand tried to push beneath the waistband of his jeans. When she met resistance, she used both hands to unbuckle his belt and undid the top button of his pants, before releasing the zipper.
Colby heard him groan when her fingers reached their intended target. He continued to grow harder in her palm, as she lightly tugged; his skin becoming hotter with each passing second.
Nick slowed the engine and pulled the snowmobile over to the edge of the trail, letting the machine idle. He tipped his head back against her shoulder and touched the outside material of his jeans with his hand; while her fingers continued to manipulate his cock inside.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to make a mess of myself and the seat of this sled,” he said. His voice was beginning to strain from the pleasure she was giving him.
“Spin around and face me,” she requested, dragging her tongue across his neck.
“What’d you have in mind?”
“Turn around and you’ll find out,” she said, swirling her fingers through the fluid beginning to pool at the head of his penis.
Nick cut the engine to the snowmobile, removed his helmet and turned to face her on the seat. Colby pulled off her helmet and tossed it into the snow beside the snowmobile, then pushed her hand against his chest, instructing him to lay back against the gauges on the console between the handle bars. Her hands went back to his pants. She separated the zipper and the flaps of material further, then pulled his organ outside of his pants.
“Colby…” he said, feeling the sudden cold hit his skin, then a moment later, the heat of her mouth surrounded his cock as she slid him inside across the wet length of her tongue. All he could manage was a low, rattle of a groan.
She lifted her face le
vel to his and smiled coyly, brushing her lips against his. “Relax, Nick. I think you’re going to enjoy this,” she said, then her mouth returned to his lap.
He tipped his hips forward on the seat and watched her head moving between his thighs, then closed his eyes and dropped his shoulders back. His hands gripped at the handle bars.
“I take it you don't want to wait until we get to my cabin?” he said with a sigh.
She squeezed his foreskin beneath her fingers and looked up at him. “I don’t think you can wait that long,” she said.
Nick’s eyes followed Colby as she moved back between his legs. The moonlight was giving him just enough light to watch her tongue gliding up one side of his shaft and down the other, before taking him completely into the back of her throat.
“Oh, God!” he moaned. He placed his hand on the back of her head; his fingers threading through her hair and holding her in place. “Colby, I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned. His breathing became erratic and strained; his skin began to sweat beneath his winter coat. “This feels so good.”
“Come in my mouth, Nick,” she said, and teased the head of his penis with her tongue, then took him all the way back inside. She knew what her words would do to him, knew saying it aloud would cause him to grant her request in a matter of a few very erotic seconds.
And she was oh, so right.
His hips thrust forward and he sighed her name in one long drawn-out exhale as he released, exactly how she'd asked him to.
Colby waited until his spasms stopped, then sat upright on the seat. As soon as she let go of the grip she had on his hips, he slid off the seat, like liquid spilling from the edge of a table, and rolled onto his back in the snow.
“Oh. My. God,” he said. “You are unbelievable!” He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at her sitting on the seat of the snowmobile. His smile was endless. “I would've been happy to wait until we got to the cabin.”
Colby shrugged. “You're not complaining, are you?”
