Snow Plowed

by Abby Knox

  “You like to be kissed right here?” I murmur, rubbing the pad of my thumb across the skin behind her ear. Her eyelids flutter and close, and her body softens, becoming more yielding against me.

  “Looks like you found a weakness,” she says.

  I bring my other hand up to her face and she opens her eyes and closes them again when my other thumb rubs softly over her lips.

  “Nuh-uh,” I correct her. “I found a kind, strong, beautiful woman who’s an amazing kisser.”

  Ruby’s eyes open again and her lips part. “You think I’m beautiful?”

  I kiss her once more and reply, “It’s an objective fact. You’re unequivocally beautiful. And I love kissing you and pleasing you and making you look like that.”

  She smiles, her cheeks reddening. “That’s my turned on face.”

  I’m a bad man because I’m going to use this information to get everything I want and need out of her.

  “Oh really,” I say, kissing my way back across her jawline, across her ear, and once again finding her erogenous spot. My tongue darts out to lick it. I kiss it, applying more pressure. The more pressure I apply and the more I kiss and lick, her arms around my neck pull me closer. Her fingers fist in my hair as she moans quietly again, slightly louder than before.

  I keep going like this and then switch to her other side. She angles her head back, showing me her neck.

  Don’t mind if I do. I can’t get enough of her softness against my lips, her hands in my hair and roaming across my skin. I need more of me to touch her. I just don’t know how ready she is.

  Between kisses, I ask her, “Ruby. Tell me when you’re ready.”

  Chapter 12

  Ruby

  * * *

  The way he’s so considerate of me, it’s almost making me fall for him. The closer I get to falling for him, the more likely it is that I’ll get hurt.

  Relax and have fun, Dees.

  Of course, I’m ready; I’ve been gradually soaking myself more and more each time he put his tentative hands on me.

  And now, the look in his eyes, the way he kisses, I know from here on out those hands, those arms, are not going to be tentative with me. He’s going to toss me around like a rag doll and my body craves it. Needs it.

  His breath in my ear teases out my pleasure so strongly I could come just from that. “Spread for me, angel.”

  Oh my god.

  He may only be stroking me with one hand in one very specific spot, but I feel it everywhere. Sure, I’ve touched my body, stroked myself to orgasm before. But I’ve never done this with a person before, never had the pleasure of a man crowding me on the bed, watching my reaction as he slides a rough, thick finger through the folds of my sex.

  Never. And then I remember, he doesn’t know. He might have guessed, but he doesn’t know.

  “Uh. Now might be a…oh shit…” My mind almost goes blank when he brushes against my clit and I have to catch my breath.

  Almost.

  “…a good time to tell you I’m a virgin. Technically.”

  His hand stills but he doesn’t look scared or surprised or even the slightest bit put off.

  “Technically?” he asks, his brow lifting.

  “No man has ever been downstairs except the one I call Ken, Jr.”

  He is barely controlling his reaction, but he manages a steady, “Ken Jr.?”

  “My vibrator. You know. So you don’t have to worry about hurting me, because…obviously.”

  The kiss that flattens me against the mattress, his tongue darting in and out, keeps a sensuous rhythm matching his fingers that toy with my sex.

  “I’m going to come so fast if you keep that up,” I say, gasping with the delicious and oh-so-close release I can sense bubbling up. His kisses, his hand, his tongue, are relentless.

  He goes back to whispering in my ear while continuing his work on my sex, dipping a finger into my warmth. “I’ve got more plans for you, sweetheart. This is just the prelude.

  When he bites down gently on my earlobe, his thumb strums my clit once more. And I’m done. My back arches up off the mattress in my release. The noise I make would normally be an embarrassing, girly kind of squeak but I’m so focused on that intense male gaze looking down on me, and the movement of his hand, that I feel nothing but enjoyment. The rush rolls over me from head to toe.

  I have to cup his face and kiss him sweetly before I blurt out words I don’t mean. While I do this, he settles himself between my legs and takes my kisses in with a relishing grunt.

  “Wow,” I breathe. “Do you have…do you have a condom, by any chance?”

  “Be right back, sweetheart.”

  I watch him leave the room, still wearing his track pants, and wonder for a second if he’s going to come trotting back to the room stark naked except for a sheathed condom. The image of it makes me laugh so hard, I’m almost disappointed when he reappears a moment later, still wearing his track pants.

  “What’s so funny?” He asks.

  I shake my head. “I was just wondering if you were going to come back wearing nothing but the thing you went to get.

  Aidan smiles but says nothing, only drops his track pants to the floor along with his boxer briefs, and steps out of them.

  “Nah, I wanted you to help me put it on,” he says, slow-crawling up the bed. My eyes travel down his stomach to the dark pink length between his legs, erect and ready.

  “Wh…why?” As he comes up to hover over me again, he drags his cock along the outside of my leg. The heat and the smoothness of it shock me.

  “Because I want you to touch it first. Experience every moment with me.”

  “I’ve never touched one before.”

  He smiles, stretching out on his side next to me. “I gathered.”

  I prop myself up on my elbow to reach down between us to take his dick in my hand. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s not as strange or as foreign as I had always imagined it would be. The feeling is natural and straightforward. Soft skin surrounding a thick shaft.

  While I look at it and stroke it, squeeze it and rub it, I nearly forget there’s a human attached to it until Aidan’s whole body shudders.

  “Fuck,” he grits out. My eyes dart upwards. His teeth are bared.

  “Are you OK?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” he says on a tremulous breath, gently taking my hand and placing the opened condom in it. “The way you’re touching me is about to make me explode, sweetheart.”

  And if he keeps calling me “sweetheart,” I’m going to start to form an attachment.

  I look at the thing in my hand and back up to meet Aidan’s eyes. I can’t help myself, I need to kiss him again. Fortunately, I don’t have to, because he angles down and presses his mouth against mine.

  When I look down, I see a pearl of moisture at the tip. “Is that…?”

  “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “So we’d better wrap this dude up.”

  Chapter 13

  Aidan

  * * *

  The jolt of electricity when she brushes her delicate thumb over the tip, dabbing away the bead of precum…holy fuck.

  It’s unbelievable to me that this woman drives a four-ton truck, doing what she does, and can still grip my heart and my dick so gently that I nearly explode out of my skin.

  Together we slide on the condom and I breathe slowly, getting myself under control. I’m not finished with her yet.

  Settling her back against the mattress, I go back to caging my arms around her, angling down to nuzzle her breasts. I cover them with kisses first, my heart racing with the way she sweetly moans and caresses my hair, my neck, my shoulders. Her gentleness and softness are driving me wilder than if she were to force me onto my back and ride me like a bronco, so that’s entirely unexpected.

  I take one hard nipple in my mouth. I’d been working so hard not to focus on her tiny pink buds while I was snapping photos earlier. Now, they’ve got my full attention. All of her—her touch, her soft skin, her
voice, her everything—drowns out everything else in my world.

  The alternating pulling, teasing, and nipping of each taut nipple has her body angling up toward me. Her back arches off the mattress. Her soft moans become more urgent.

  I paint kisses between her breasts and work my way down to the delicate skin of her soft tummy, eliciting a surprised giggle from her.

  “That tickles,” Ruby says. I look up to meet her eyes while I ease my lips off her tummy.

  “Sorry,” I say.

  She sighs, “It’s OK, I’m not used to this much skin to skin contact.” Her thighs brush against my abdomen, searching for purchase.

  I smile and flatten one hand against her tummy with a firmer touch. “Is this better?”

  Her voice rasps, “Yes, but oh my god I need you inside me already, please.”

  Pressing a sloppy, firm kiss against her hip bone, I ask, “May I taste you first, Ruby?”

  We lock eyes for a mere second until she bites her bottom lip and nods. “Yes.”

  “If you don’t know what to do with your hands, pull my hair.”

  “But…”

  “It’s OK. I like it.”

  Snaking lower, I hear her suck in a breath as I spread her wide and hoist one of her legs over each shoulder.

  This might be too much for her, I think as I kiss down the slopes between her thighs, brush my lips along her folds, and open her split with my thumbs. This whole night is a lot of firsts for Ruby.

  It’s reckless what we’re doing. I know this even as I have my first taste between her legs, the sweetness and the wetness taking my breath away.

  I don’t have any delusions that she’ll get attached to me because I’m such a great guy—I might not be. If she does, though, all the better. Because I’m already falling so damn hard.

  Not just from enjoying her sex. Her slick honey is quickly becoming my new addiction as I feast on her core, no doubt about that. But also, I’m realizing now I’m going to be absolutely gutted when I get back on a plane to LA in a few weeks.

  I sink my tongue into the source of her heat, and her hips lift and roll into me. Ruby gasps and moans, then remembers what I said. She plants her hands on my head and threads my hair through her fingers, pushing and pulling in a growing urgency.

  The licking, kissing, devouring continues, her grip in my hair growing tighter, her hips rolling. I’m so thoroughly draped in all of her, there’s nothing else for me to think about but her pleasure. Her velvety womanhood is everything good.

  She’s dripping, so much that I swallow it down.

  Holy fuck, this woman. Yes, I want all of it. All of her. She’s never going to be enough. If she thinks I’m just going to walk away after this, she’s got a big surprise coming. I’m not letting anyone else touch her after this.

  I flick my eyes up to meet hers. The view from here is insanely erotic and makes me almost unable to finish her off before I come.

  Her thighs wrapped around me begin to tremble, and then I begin the delicious work on her clit.

  Finding it’s once again taut, erect, waiting for me, I softly kiss it, which results in a whimper from my Ruby. “Oh shit,” she breathes.

  Her noises pull a wild growl from my throat that vibrates against her skin, and her fingers tighten in my hair.

  I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue and say, “That’s it, pull it. Hard as you want.”

  I don’t need to remind her again once I pull her clit into my mouth and sink one finger into her channel, working her over and enjoying every moment—her moans, her trembles, the desperate yanks of her hands, her exquisite honey on my tongue, the slick sweat dripping where her legs grip my shoulders.

  I love all of this. I don’t know where any of this is headed but I know one thing. This pussy is mine.

  Chapter 14

  Ruby

  * * *

  My orgasm rips through me, far beyond the first one he gave me just a few moments earlier.

  If the first one was a rush, this one is like getting hit by a wave in a thunderstorm. It both shocks and warms me everywhere from my head to the tips of my toes. It’s so good that the noises that escape somewhere are undefinable. Am I laughing, crying, howling at the moon? I don’t know, but I’m almost a different person as my body spasms.

  “Good?”

  It takes a minute to realize Aidan is once again checking in with me, and that my hands are still gripping tight to his dark curls on top of his head.

  Breathe, Ruby. Breathe.

  The only noise I’m able to make in reply is a hum while nodding my head.

  I hear him say “Good” again, this time not a question but in a wicked, satisfied kind of way.

  Letting go of his hair, I dab my eye. Is that a tear? What is happening to me? Most likely just my body letting go for the first time. I’m overwhelmed that all this is happening with a person I like.

  Yes, I do like him.

  I came here to get it over with, to finally get rid of my virginity with a willing—and ridiculously hot—human being. And now it turns out, he’s way more than the pushy, cocky, fancy celebrity photographer. He’s tender and sweet and understanding and not at all judgmental. And protective.

  But not protective in the same way that everyone in Christmas, Michigan is protective of me. It’s a different breed altogether. It’s a deeper need to take care of me. The knowledge of that sends a fresh wave of warmth through my belly and my chest, and another hot tear falls down my temple.

  “Hey,” he says, pulling me up to seated. The next thing I know, I’m seated across his lap as he sits at the edge of the bed.

  “I thought you were ready to—“ I start.

  “Are you OK?” He completely ignores what I said, and instead kisses my temple, my cheeks, his face a mask of concern.

  He’s worried about me because of the tears.

  I nod. “I’m fine. Way more than fine. I think I’ve just not realized how much I needed this. I didn’t think I needed someone else to take care of me…in that department…but this is way more intense, I don’t think my brain was prepared for what my body was ready to receive.”

  The fact that I’m sitting here naked with a man still displaying a boner the size of the downtown Christmas tree is not lost on me. Suddenly feeling brazen and ready to give back, I adjust myself so I’m straddling Aidan.

  His face heats when I reach down in between us to grip his cock. He looks down and watches me take it and tease my pussy with it.

  “Shit, sweetheart. I like this bold side of you.”

  I let go of his member and wrap my legs around him tighter, letting his cock slide between my folds while I thread my fingers together behind his neck and kiss him deeply. I just need to kiss him again; I don’t know why the kisses ever need to stop. It seems unfair that there are times during sex that the kissing has to pause. Our hips fuse and roll together while we kiss, building exquisite friction down below with my still-wet pussy.

  “I need to fuck you now, sweetheart.”

  I groan into his mouth. How does he do that? Combine his potty mouth with such consideration and affection? The combo nearly sends me through the roof again.

  Regretting having to let go of the kiss, I rise to my knees and let him find my entrance with the tip. The very recent memory of his face having been right there, the evidence of it still in the taste of his mouth, makes me blush all over again.

  “Now come down and kiss me, baby.”

  For some reason, calling me “baby” feels even more intimate than “sweetheart.” I shouldn’t let myself love it so much, attach any meaning to it. But I tell myself for the purposes of what we’re doing here, today, and maybe for the next couple of days during a snowstorm—provided we don’t get tired of each other—this is fine. This is good. Necessary for this little, beautiful, temporary, wintery bubble that we’re going to enjoy while we can.

  I slide down his length, seating him completely inside me, and join my mouth again with his strong yet pill
owy lips.

  I’ve never felt so full. He’s so thick, so deep and his arms hold me so tight.

  His kiss turns from luscious and sensuous to urgent as his tongue almost rams down my throat. His hands plant themselves on my ass as if he pulls me tighter, though it’s impossible to get any closer. He’s finally showing me what he wants, and I love it.

  “Yes, Aidan,” I whisper into his mouth. “Show me.”

  He pulls his mouth away from me and, breathless, our foreheads connected, tells me, “Do you trust me, Ruby?”

  My pleasure is already building back up, even after he’s already shattered it to pieces twice. I didn’t think it was possible, but he’s done it. And now, he could pile drive me into the bed and split me in two if he wants to, and I’d be happy about it. “Fuck, yes,” I say.

  He grips my hips with my hands and tells me to hold on to his shoulders. I do as he says, because what choice do I have?

  Those massive arms are some kind of magic; he’s lifting me, sliding me up and down on his cock.

  This is the kind of work that I can do. I scrape the streets of this city clean, over and over again, between November through March, sometimes through May. I for sure can manage to drive myself up and down on this dude’s demanding cock. But, not gonna lie, this is a fun ride-along.

  Aidan pulls me up and drops me down, over and over, in a hurried rhythm, sliding in and out of my sex like I’m his toy. But the way he squeezes, kisses, murmurs near-gibberish into my mouth, is a constant reminder I’m way more than that.

  “Fuck yes, baby. So fucking good.”

  My muscles tighten when he pulls out and a roar rips out of him. “Shit, sweetheart,” he breathes against my neck, stilling his body to take in the friction we’re creating.

  “Listen,” I say, suddenly feeling sassy. “If you’re going to stop kissing me then you’d better be plowing me, big guy.”

  The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back. Aidan’s face is some kind of primal combination of furious and ecstatic as he buries himself to the hilt.