Snowbound

by CJ Martín

  I kick my leg again, wanting to get a rise out of him. But rather than say anything, he turns around and grabs my bare leg mid-kick. His hand is wet with soapsuds and water and it slides up my leg easily. He stops at my mid-thigh. I shiver as he squeezes his fingers around me, kneading my skin.

  My lips part and my breathing increases as his fingers work their way higher. His gaze is intense, never faltering from mine as he slips his fingers under the hem of my thin, cotton shorts. I scoot forward on the counter, bringing my body closer to him. He chuckles darkly before dropping his hand away.

  I’m needy and the way his eyes shine, the way his mouth quirks up, he knows it. I inch further still, so I’m seated right on the edge of the counter. He leans into me in order to reach around me for the discarded bowl of cream from our dessert. He begins to turn away from me, but I wrap my legs around him, securing him in place. He’s tall enough, the counter just the right height, to align us perfectly. I wiggle against him, my soft meeting his hard.

  His eyes are dark as he dips his finger into the bowl, gathering up some cream. I watch, mesmerized as he draws his finger up to my mouth. Instinctually my mouth opens and I draw his finger inside, sucking off the cream. I close my eyes as I suck his finger farther into my mouth. He moans low in his throat and his hips grind into me.

  Opening my eyes, I gently I release his finger. I dip my own finger into the bowl to gather a puff of cream. Anders watches me, eyes dark and clouded, as I paint a line of cream across my left breast, right above the fabric of my camisole. I don’t say anything. Neither does he. It’s a silent challenge. How far will this go?

  Anders backs away slightly and without hesitation he drops his head to my chest, licking, then sucking the cream off my skin. His warm tongue is a stark contrast to the cool cream and causes goose pimples to break out across my skin.

  “More.” He demands. I reach back into the bowl. His fingers loop through the thin straps of my shirt, sliding them off my shoulders before his hands find my breasts.

  I swipe more cream onto my chest, further down this time, drawing his mouth closer to where I want him. He dips his head again, licking the cream before gently biting my tender flesh. I gasp in surprise.

  “Anders.” His name slips from my lips in a breathy cry.

  His grip is insistent, squeezing me to him, and my legs clench tighter around him in an attempt to ease the growing ache. I rest my hands on his back, caressing over the soft fabric, tracing the outline of his muscles.

  He lifts his head and he tugs my shirt up. He removes it and I sit before him naked from the waist up.

  “You’re perfect,” he whispers as he kisses a line from my ear down my jawline. He thumbs my nipples and they pebble from his touch. His hands are everywhere then, touching and exploring me. It’s sweet torture. He takes his time, giving equal attention to each breast in turn. His fingers slip underneath my shorts between my legs. I’m slick with need for him and wonder if maybe I should be embarrassed, but I’m too turned on to care. He presses his fingers against my dampened panties, rubbing me roughly before pushing the material to the side.

  He traces up my center. A gentle squeeze of my clit causes my body to jerk against him and a cry to escape my lips. “Oh God…”

  He nudges me apart and I grip his shoulders hard as he pushes his finger inside me. He has done this before, fingered me, but each time he does it feels like the first time. My body is tight and grips him snugly. “Anders, please…” I say as he begins slow thrusts, teasing me.

  I rock my hips against his hand, showing him what I need.

  “Fuck,” he curses. He reads my body so well, sometimes even better than I can. Sensing I’m close, he increases the pressure. “Give it to me,” he says, pumping his finger just a little bit faster, thumb rubbing smooth circles over my clit.

  “Anders,” I say, eyes closed, head thrown back.

  “Look at me.” He demands as his fingers continue their assault. “I want to watch you come for me.”

  I bring my head back up so that I can meet his gaze. He’s staring at me, studying my facial expressions, listening to my pleas. The need in his eyes is palpable, but he pushes it aside, wanting to give me everything.

  But in this moment I realize why I started this in the first place. I want to give him pleasure. I want to give him what he gives me, each and every time we’re together. Multiple times.

  “Anders, stop.” I breathe as I rest my right hand on his forearm.

  His hand drops away instantly. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His eyes search mine.

  “No,” I whisper. I lean in and kiss his cheeks, his eyelids, his jaw, his lips.

  “Then…” His voice is choppy. “What’s wrong?” His hand is already working back between my legs, and I move quickly before he can touch me again.

  “Nothing,” I say, edging myself off the counter. Since he’s made no effort to back away, I slide down his body. We both groan as his erection brushes over my center.

  Planting my hands on his belly, I push him back a little so I can kneel in the space in front of him. He sucks in a harsh breath and tugs on my wrists to bring me back up to standing, but I resist.

  “Elena,” he says, cupping my chin so that I look up at him. “You don’t have to do this.”

  There’s no hesitation. “I know.” I tug down his shorts and boxers in one fluid motion. “I want to.”

  His erection springs forward, long and proud. I’ve never seen him this up and close and personal, so I take a few moments to admire him. He’s long and thick, rock hard but velvety soft. A dark purple vein runs along the underside and pulses every few seconds. He’s literally throbbing.

  With hooded eyes, he looks down at me, watching me admire him. He does nothing. Says nothing. He gives me the control.

  I trail my hands from his hips and gently brush over him with my fingertips. He sucks in a quick breath. I do it again. He groans low and deep and I bring my eyes to meet his.

  His dark eyes are so intense that I fear I may melt. I wrap my fingers around him and tug up. His strong hips jerk forward, body begging for more, but still he doesn’t rush me.

  Using my other hand, I cup his balls. I study him, fascinated by his reaction. His eyes flutter closed and then he groans loudly when I use a firm grip to tug back up his length. I pump a few more times, smoothing the first droplets of his release over him. He murmurs his approval as I increase the speed and pressure.

  I release him and rest my hands on his thighs to balance myself as I lean in. I place a tentative, gentle kiss on the tip of him. His eyes fly open at the warmth from my mouth.

  “Tell me,” I whisper, as my lips move against him, “how to do this.”

  “Baby…” His grip increases on my shoulders.

  “Please,” I say, before taking the blunt head of him in my mouth. My senses are assaulted with his heat, his saltiness, his earthiness. He’s all around me. He releases from my mouth, and there’s a slight popping sound as he springs free.

  He’s slick and shiny and I relish in the fact that I did that to him. The power rushes through me, sending a flood of warmth straight between my legs.

  “You’re sure?” he asks, although I don’t know how he manages to get the words out. His throat must be tight because he almost sounds hoarse.

  In response, I take him back into my mouth, desperate for another taste of him.

  “Fuck,” he quietly curses. “Use your hand to fist the base.”

  I comply, wrapping my hand around him before sliding it up. I struggle to find the perfect rhythm of my wrist and my mouth. His fingers thread through my hair, gripping hard, harder than he’s ever held me before. He’s coming undone, desperate, as need tears through him.

  His belly clenches tight and his skin is slicked with sweat. His breathing is sharp and harsh in the small space. I gently release my hand from him and I open my mouth wide to take him in deeper. Still unsure and a bit scared, I decide to go for it anyway. I don’t have
my much experience, and he’s huge, so I don’t go all the way at first. He must approve though, because he growls in response. It sounds more animal than human.

  My lips form a tight seal as I slide them down his length. I do it again, from base to tip, each time taking him deeper. By the fourth time he hits the back of my throat.

  “Oh, fuck.” He angles my head where he wants me. “Fuck, Elena.”

  I release him and inhale quickly. My hands find him again, one around his base, while the other cups his balls.

  I think he’s getting close, so I suck harder and faster. I slide and twist my hand around him, giving him everything I have to offer.

  “No more.” He pants, tugging on my hair in warning. Giving me time to pull away. Giving me time to stop before he comes.

  There is no chance of me stopping.

  I want all of him. I double my efforts, jerking my hand that much harder, that much rougher. My mouth counters the roughness as I suck sweetly.

  He groans, low and deep, and within seconds hot, salty come floods my mouth. Reflexively I swallow. His whole body shudders, convulses, as I slowly lick him, sucking every last ounce of pleasure from him.

  Loosening his grip, he massages his fingers through my hair and murmurs my name. I turn my head to rest my cheek against his belly and wrap my arms around his legs to hug him close.

  After several long moments I finally dare to ask, “Was that okay?” I wish I didn’t need the reassurance, but I do. An unwanted image of him and Blondie in that back office flashes through my mind. Was she better than me?

  He tugs me up to stand. My body is buzzing, every nerve, every cell over-sensitized. My bare chest rests against his t-shirt and the friction from the fabric on my hard nipples is almost painful.

  His hands cup my face, titling it upward so that my eyes are forced to meet his.

  “That was…unreal,” he says, his voice awestruck. His calloused thumb traces my swollen bottom lip. “Did you like it?

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Thank Christ, because I definitely want a repeat performance.”

  “I liked it,” I say shyly even as I wonder if I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did. Chels and Maria have always complained about giving blowjobs, but I don’t see why. I enjoyed sucking him. Tasting him. Should I be this wet?

  It’s as though he can read my mind. His eyebrows rise in question and a small smile plays on his lips. He reaches down between my legs and he finds me hot and slick. He confirms what I already told him. “You did enjoy that.”

  I moan into his shoulder as he says, “God, I want inside this. Inside you. So bad.”

  There’s no teasing. No small, gentle strokes, just the quick thrust of his two fingers inside of me.

  “Anders,” I cry out at the intrusion. The quick stab of pain only heightens the pulse of pleasure as my walls spasm around him.

  His fingers work me relentlessly, leading me right to the edge. Stroking me, taking me higher and higher, out of my mind, out of my body.

  “Now, baby.” His thumb glides over my clit. “Come for me. Now.”

  The orgasm tears through my body, an overwhelming riptide of pleasure that I couldn’t stop even if I tried.

  I have never come so hard or so fast.

  I sag forward into his arms and he cages me in his warmth. His touch is feather light as his hands glide up my arms and stop at my shoulders. He pulls back from me a little and he once again traces my bee-stung lips with his finger.

  My tongue darts out to wet my lips and I taste myself.

  His eyes follow the movement and shine with promise. “Next time,” he says, his voice slow and deliberate, “I get to taste.”

  The Multekrem from our dinner last night tasted nothing like my grandmother’s, but the fact that Gigs googled a recipe and attempted to make me something from my childhood was the most touching thing anyone has ever done for me. Licking it off her body? That was an added bonus.

  I haven’t pushed for anything; it was important that she set the pace and I’ve been so desperate for her that the simplest touch had me thanking God. But when she kneeled in front of me, took me in her mouth and sucked me off, playing my body like she’d done it a thousand times before, I nearly lost my mind.

  I didn’t think, couldn’t think, and before I knew what was happening I was coming in her mouth. I came harder and faster than I ever have in my life.

  She took everything, swallowed, and then licked me, lovingly, with hungry eyes like she couldn’t get enough. I’ve never experienced that intense a feeling of possessiveness. She has destroyed me for everyone else. She owns me.

  And the scariest thing is I wanted to come inside her. I wanted her to have all of me. Never in my life have I’ve been so consumed with need that my rational thought ceased to function. Be careful, my brain warns. This is a slippery slope.

  I haven’t let myself linger too much on the meaning. The truth is I don’t want to think about it. All I know is that I need her. Want her. Crave her. Always.

  She wants to take our relationship to the next level. Christ, I do too. But for all the fucking around I did, I’ve never been with a virgin. However embarrassing it is to admit, I’m nervous. I want it to be good for her. I don’t want to hurt her. This, compounded by the fact that it’s Elena, that I really care about her, is fucking with my head.

  When she told she was ready, I actually questioned her. My dick screamed at me, but I couldn’t help it. I want her to be really sure. Virginity is not something you can get back once it’s gone, and I still can’t believe she wants to give it to me. It’s a huge fucking responsibility. No pun intended. But I’ve decided tonight’s the night. If she hasn’t changed her mind.

  “Hey.” I hear Gigs’s voice from the hallway.

  “In the kitchen,” I call, as I stir the noodles in the water.

  “You’re making dinner?” She raises her eyebrows in question.

  “Don’t act so surprised.”

  “Anders, we’ve been living together for almost three months, and the most I’ve ever seen you make is Ramen.”

  “Ha ha.” I turn back to the other pot and stir the sauce. It came from a jar, but hey, it’s the thought that counts. Or at least that’s what I’m hoping.

  Gigs eyes the wine of the counter. “Wine too? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to seduce me.” Her eyes twinkle.

  “That depends. Are you seducible?”

  “Most definitely.” The mischief in her eyes sends a shock of heat right to my dick.

  “Good to know.” I give her my sexiest smile.

  It works, as I knew it would. The blush sweeps across her face. “Do I have time for a quick shower before dinner?”

  “Better get clean now, because I plan on getting you dirty later. Very dirty.”

  Her mouth drops open but she doesn’t say anything. She quirks her head and then laughs.

  Little does she know, I’m not joking.

  Just as I’m setting our glasses of wine on the table there’s a knock at the door. My brows knit together in anger. Who the fuck is here? Maybe if I ignore it, whoever it is will go away. I have plans for tonight.

  Gigs waltzes down the stairs in tight knit sweater dress and black leggings. The deep V in her sweater accentuates her cleavage and my eyes are instantly drawn there.

  “Who’s at the door?”

  “Huh?” I grunt, eyes glued to her tits.

  “Anders.” She giggles. “The door.”

  Oh yeah. The fucking door. I snap out of my lust-induced haze long enough to amble over to the door. JJ and Erika stand before me, pressed together. They’ve been spending an awful lot of time together as of late.

  “Took you long enough.” JJ bites.

  “What do you want?” I question as I glance from JJ to Erika.

  “We’re freezing our asses off out here. Let us in.” JJ brushes past me and Erika follows.

  “Hey guys,” Gigs says. “We were just gonna have d
inner. Join us?”

  JJ looks from the set table, to me, to Gigs, and finally after what seems like an eternity understanding dawns. “No thanks. We were just thinking of going to a movie. Thought you may want to go.”

  And you couldn’t have just called or texted?

  Gigs looks to me to answer.

  “No, we didn’t even eat yet. Probably just gonna stay in tonight.”

  “Yeah, I can see you have other plans.” Erika’s tone implies exactly what she means by other plans.

  Gigs flushes, embarrassed. JJ smiles devilishly.

  “Okay, well enjoy the movie.” I all but shove them out of the loft.

  “Enjoy your dinner.” JJ smiles one last time.

  I close the door in his face.

  “Oh My God.” Gigs cries. Her face is bright red as she bites her nails. “That was awkward.” Before I can say anything, she continues. “They think we’re going to have sex!” Her voice is scandalized.

  I shrug as if it’s no big deal. Erika has sex. JJ has lots of sex. “So what if we are?”

  Her pacing stops, she drops her hand and her eyes find mine. “What?”

  “You don’t want to have sex with me?” The corners of my mouth quirk up. I’m over-confident because I know she most definitely wants to have sex with me. She’s been practically begging me for past week. I’ve been the one cooling things down. Go figure.

  There is no hesitation. “Yes.”

  My sexy smirk lets her know that I’m pleased. “Let’s eat.” I gesture at the food.

  “No.” Her voice is strong.

  “What?” My eyes find hers.

  “No.” Her gaze holds mine. “I don’t want to eat. Not food anyway.”

  Holy fucking hell. My dick jumps to attention. She walks toward me slowly, circling around my back, and presses her tits up against me. She wraps her arms around my waist and her hand grazes over my hardened cock.

  “Elena.” I groan. Loudly.

  “I’m not giving you time to change your mind.” Her hot breath in my ear causes my hair to stand on end.