Snowbound

by CJ Martín

  “You will if you want my big cock again.” His eyes alight in amusement.

  My skin flushes. “Go!” I shout at his back. “And Anders?”

  “Yeah?” he calls to me from the living room.

  “Bring the wine.”

  “Was planning on it.”

  He’s not disappointed when he returns and finds me still naked, wrapped in the sheet just as he left me. What can I say? I didn’t want to find out if he would make good on his threat.

  Three days later when Maria’s face pops up for our weekly Skype session I can’t hide my smile. Things have been good with Anders. Really good. Each night when we go to bed he adores my body, showing me how much he wants me with his fingers, his mouth, his cock. I am one happy girl.

  I don’t have the chance to say hello before Maria says, “Ohmygod. You had sex!”

  My mouth drops open and my eyes widen in disbelief. I don’t even try to deny it. “How did you know?”

  “Please, you’re glowing. If I can see it on my screen, I can only imagine how you’re lighting up in person.” I shake my head as she continues. “How was it? How was he? Big? He’s big, right?”

  “Maria!” I squeak. Thank God Anders is out boarding. He’s been practicing a lot as of late because soon he’ll go back to Boulder. My heart grows heavy at the thought, and I push it to the back of my mind.

  “Well?” She prompts and gestures with her hand for me to continue.

  “It was a bit surreal. Amazing. He was amazing.”

  “Really? Your first time?” Her eyebrows pinch together.

  “Yeah, it was.” I sigh. “Perfect.”

  “Good for you, girl. My first time was awful. Aw-ful. It was after the last varsity football game—”

  “Please don’t.” I interrupt. I’ve heard that story one too many times. How she finally decided to go “all the way” with her high school boyfriend during their junior year. He lasted less than a minute and called out “C3PO” as he came. I never asked questions, and quite honestly I’m not sure why Maria feels the need share that memory.

  Maria chuckles again. “So do you finally see what you’ve been missing out all these years.”?

  “Yes.” The breath leaves me in a rush. “Oh my God, yes. But I’m glad it was him.”

  “So what, you two a thing now?”

  I hesitate. I guess we are, but we never really discussed it. “Yeah.”

  “Finally.” Her voice is dramatic. “So how many times you do it?”

  Seven. Seven incredible, breathtaking, orgasmic times. “A few.”

  “You little slut.” She high fives the screen. “So what position is your favorite?”

  So not going there. “Maria.”

  “What? You gotta experiment to know what you like. And you, my dear, have a lot of time to make up for.”

  I shake my head and expel a laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Our conversation is interrupted as the door opens and Charles’s figure appears behind her. “You ready?” I hear his muffled voice.

  “Yeah, one sec. Talking to El.”

  “Oh hey, El.” He leans in to the screen.

  “Hi Charles.” I feel a surge of nostalgia as I see him. I miss my friends. I miss my old apartment. Things are changing.

  “Okay, El, gotta go,” Maria says. “We’re heading out for pizza. Rob’s working tonight.” Rob always hooked us up on the nights he worked.

  “Tell him I said hi.”

  “Will do.” She stands and all I see is the top of her jeans. “Bye El. And follow my advice. Positions.”

  Heat floods my face although I don’t think Charles picked up on her innuendo. “Bye Maria.”

  She blows me a quick kiss and disconnects the call.

  I flip the TV on as I allow Maria’s words to replay in my head. We’ve had sex seven times, but each time Anders has been controlled. Gentle. Reserved. We’ve never ventured from the missionary position. Deep down I know it’s for me; he doesn’t want to push me too far too soon. But I’m more than ready. And I’ll prove it to him tonight.

  Anders is late getting home and I’m already in bed. I tried to wait up for him, my plan to seduce him in place, but when I got his text saying he had to stay late to meet with a new sponsor and his coach, my heart deflated.

  I curl in bed, still in my lacy pink negligée. It did take me over a half hour to find it buried in all the boxes that Maria shipped from back home. I can’t believe almost two years later I am actually wearing the gag gift she bought me for my twentieth birthday, given with a card that said, “You need to get laid.” I don’t even realize I’ve fallen asleep until I wake up to Anders standing over the bed.

  “This is what I’ve been missing?” His words are tight, crisp and the muscle in his jaw ticks. No hello. No how was your day? Wow. Mission accomplished. And I didn’t even have to do anything.

  “Yeah.” My voice is soft. Now that he’s here all my plans to be a brave, wanton sexual creature fly out the window.

  “Holy fuck.” He scrubs his palms over his face when he peels back the covers even further. “Come here. Let me look at you.” He tugs my hand, pulling me to my feet.

  His eyes roam over me, greedily taking in the lacy curve of my breast, down the sheer fabric stretched taut over my belly, to the pale pink thong that barely covers my front. His breaths come in quick pulses and his hands clench at his sides. “This is…”

  When his voice trails off I bring my eyes to his. “Yes?”

  “Jesus Christ.” His expression is pained, almost like he’s fighting with himself to act on his urges or control them. “The things I want to do to you right now…”

  My breath hitches at his words and my already hard nipples poke out through the lace. His eyes follow the movement.

  I reach for his hand and place it over my breast. “So do it.”

  His eyes dilate and he brushes his thumb over my nipple. I bite my lip to suppress a groan and I arch further into him.

  “You’re not ready.”

  “I won’t break, Anders.”

  “I know that.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “No you don’t. You’re too gentle with me.”

  ‘I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “Soon, baby.” He drops his hand and moves away from me, creating distance between us as he stands at the foot of the bed.

  “Now. I’m ready now.”

  “Your body has to adjust.”

  My mind searches for a more polite way to tell him what I really want, but I draw a blank. I decide to tell him exactly what I want. “Anders, I want you to fuck me.”

  His body goes rigid and his eyes darken. “Elena…”

  I sidle up behind him, and press my chest against his back. “I know what I want.”

  “You don’t know what you’re asking me.”

  I sigh in exasperation, frustrated. “Anders, I know exactly what I’m asking of you. I don’t want gentle. I want hard and fast. I want you to use my body for your pleasure, any way you want. I want to feel you for days.”

  “Fuck.” He curses quietly. I drop my hand to his groin. He’s hard and thick. He’s just as turned on as I am, if not more.

  Reaching up on my tippy toes, I whisper in his ear, “Don’t make me beg you.” I trail kisses from his ear down his jaw. I push a little further. “If you won’t, I’m sure I can find someone else who will.”

  He spins around so fast and with so much force that I stumble back onto the bed. In an instant he’s on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head. There’s an angry gleam in his eyes as he says, “I told you before, I will not share you. Your body is mine. You are mine.”

  My breasts heave due to the pounding of my heart. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. “Do it then. Fuck me now.” I challenge him, faking confidence that I don’t quite feel.

  “And what if I’m into some kinky shit? You okay with that?” His voice is rough as he grips my wrists a little more
tightly.

  My mind races with wicked possibilities. Should I be worried? Am I in over my head? What will he do to me? “Yes.” I pant. “I’m okay with that.”

  His eyes widen in disbelief, surprised with my easy agreement. “So if I wanted to blindfold you?”

  I nod.

  “Tie you up?”

  A longer hesitation, but I still nod.

  “Whip you?”

  My smile falters and the blood drains from my face. I try to hide my fear but it’s useless. He knows that’s too far. He always knows.

  He chuckles darkly, his suggestion meant to scandalize me. He’s calling my bluff.

  Finding my voice, I whisper, “If that’s what you wanted.” It’s messed up, but I would act out every one of his fantasies if it would please him. I trust him not to hurt me and I’ve no doubt that I’d enjoy it as much as him.

  A current crackles between our linked hands. His mouth parts and there’s a tense moment where we’re both forced to acknowledge what I offered him.

  He releases my wrists and pulls back as he regains his composure. “Don’t worry Elena, I don’t get off on hitting women. I’m not into that shit.” His head turns away from me as he speaks.

  “What are you into?” I skim my fingertips up his forearms.

  He looks back at me, eyes searching my own, but he doesn’t answer my question. In an instant his mouth crashes down on mine. It’s not gentle or light. It’s rough and demanding. The stubble of his beard scratches against my face, its coarseness only heightening the pleasure rippling through my body.

  When he bites my bottom lip I gasp in surprise. He takes the advantage and pushes his tongue greedily into my mouth. I sigh in pleasure, surrendering to him, as the sensation overwhelms me. Kissing me harder, he takes from me what he wants. Claims me. Owns me.

  He pulls back from my mouth, looks down at me. My face is hot, eyes wide, mouth parted. “You sure about this?” He offers me one last out.

  “As sure as I’ve ever been.” I reach for his shirt and pull it up over his head. His eyes meet mine and there’s only a slight trace of hesitation remaining. “Are you?” I question, reaching the hem of my nightgown.

  In lieu of a response, his hands meet mine. “Let me.” His voice is rough.

  He divests me of my nightdress and panties, and within seconds I lie before him naked. His eyes drink me in, sweeping over the swell of my breasts, my navel, down to my very core. Whether conscious or not, he licks his lips.

  His hands squeeze my breasts and he uses his thumb and forefinger to pinch my nipples. The sharp prick of pain causes me to cry out. Within seconds his mouth is there to ease the sting, drawing me into him. His hot, wet mouth alternates between sucks and gentle bites and my body is thrown off balance, on constant alert.

  Both hands ghost down my legs and spread them wide. A palm on either thigh anchors me in place as he continues his assault on my breasts. “Fuck.” He curses as he draws his head back. “Look at you spread out for me.” His eyes roam over my body and I should be embarrassed, self-conscious, but I’m not. The heat in his eyes makes me feel like the most beautiful, most desired, woman in the world.

  “Tell me you’re mine.” His lips hover over my chest.

  “Yes.” I cry out as his sharp teeth nip my breast.

  “Tell me that I’m the only one who can have you like this.”

  “Yes.” I agree again, desperate with need for him.

  His hand drifts up the inside of my leg, so close to where I need him.

  “Please.” I lift my hips, wanting, needing, him to touch me.

  He thrusts two fingers inside me, hard and fast, but I’m so wet that he glides over me easily. “You’re so ready for me,” he says, almost in awe.

  When he begins kissing his way down my belly I automatically grip his fingers tighter. He groans in response.

  His lips rest at the center of my pubic bone as he lifts his dark eyes to meet mine. His pupils dilate and his nostrils flare in anticipation. “I want you to come on my face. And then, I want you to beg me to fuck you.” His voice is authoritative, commanding.

  My insides spasm around his fingers, proving to him how turned on I am by his dirty words. I whimper as his tongue traces up my left leg and he bites the tender flesh of my inner thigh. He repeats the process on the other side, biting a little harder.

  I writhe beneath him, but his hands hold me firm. His lips find my sex, sucking my swollen clit into his mouth. A rush of pleasure surges through my body, causing my belly to clench and my toes to curl. I whine as his mouth pulls away from me.

  “So fucking sweet.” Within seconds he’s back, tracing my seam with his tongue, probing me. His tongue darts inside before he withdraws it.

  What is he doing? This is too intimate. My legs strain against his grip, wanting to snap closed, but his strong hands hold me open for him. “Anders.”

  It’s too much. I can’t breathe.

  His tongue plunges forward again. In and out. He’s fucking me with his tongue. I can’t process this, can’t even begin to form a coherent thought, because my mind shuts down. All I can focus on is the wet slide of his tongue. The sharp pinch of his fingers on my legs as he spreads me wider for him. The low growls that escape him as he eats me. And really, there is no other word for what he is doing. He is devouring me.

  In one swift move he sucks my clit into his mouth while two fingers plunge inside me. My body has a mind of its own as I grind my hips against his face.

  I want you to come on my face. His words replay in my mind. The outcome is inevitable.

  My legs are rigid, head thrashing to the side as the orgasm tears through my body. My loud scream pierces the quiet room. I cannot believe the sounds that escape my lips. Anders shows his approval by sucking harder, thrusting faster. It goes on forever. I never want it to end.

  When I’m certain that I can’t endure any more, I tug on his hair sharply. The pleasure is too intense. Stop. Don’t stop. My mind is reeling. “No more.” I choke out.

  With lips wet and swollen, he gazes up at me. He crawls alongside my body, trailing his fingers up as he goes, before bringing his lips to my mouth. He kisses me with the same intensity, the same fierceness as before, only this time I taste myself on him. I like the way I taste on him. It’s like I own him. It’s like he’s mine.

  He pulls away as I’m still coming down from the high. Without hesitation or a moment to rest, he flips me over onto my stomach. Strong hands wrap around my belly, pulling me up to all fours.

  My head hangs heavy. I’m a ragdoll, spent and limp. I can barely hold my own weight as I sag forward.

  His erection is hard and thick, nudging my entrance. I spread my knees further apart, inviting him inside me. His fingers dip forward, grazing my clit. Every nerve tingles, my body sensitive to even the slightest touch. I shudder against him.

  He leans over me, resting his chest on my back so he can whisper in my ear. “Now beg me to fuck you.”

  When I don’t respond, his tone gains a harder edge. “That’s what you want, right? Me buried balls deep inside you, pounding you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  Heat floods my face, the flush breaking out all over my skin, but I nod because I do want that. Whispering, I say, “Yes.”

  He eases his weight back and kneels behind me. The crinkle of the foil packet echoes in quiet room as he tears it open. His lips graze my ass. He kisses me once and then a quick bite counters his softness from only moments before. I steal a glance over my left shoulder. Only inches above me, he hovers, poised and ready to attack, his features animalistic.

  “Tell me now.” His voice is more rushed as his self-control deteriorates.

  I whimper in response. At this point, I don’t think I can talk. I drop my head back down.

  He grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back. “Tell. Me.” He slaps my ass. It’s not cruel, but it’s not playful either. It’s enough that it sends a spike of pain straight up my spin
e. The pain and pleasure intermingle until I’m just a pulsing pile of nerves. Everything. I feel everything.

  “Fuck me.” I cry out. “Anders, fuck me now.”

  He growls as he anchors me in place, a hand on each hip. His thrust into me is so forceful that if he wasn’t holding me I would collapse. He withdraws and then surges forward again. Relentlessly, he pounds into me, just like I asked him to. Just like I wanted him to. But he wanted this too.

  “You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts as he slams his hips against me and all I hear is the slap of his balls against my leg.

  Instinctively I match his rhythm, arching my back as he surges forward. Curses fall from his lips, but the words wash over me. I’m not in control of my body. He owns me.

  Strong fingers dig into my flesh as he pulls me up so that I’m kneeling in front of him, my back to his front. His grip is bruising. There will be marks tomorrow. “So deep.” He grunts, his breath hot in my ear.

  His hands graze my rib cage, moving up until he reaches my breasts. Their weight rests heavy in his palms as he thumbs over my nipples.

  “Touch yourself.” He commands.

  I suck in a quick breath. No way. Instead I reach my right hand back and hook his leg, tugging him closer.

  At my refusal he pinches both my nipples, hard, and I clench down on him as the stab of pain races through my body. He growls in my ear and thrusts up into me. “Do it.” His voice is low and strong. “Now.”

  My movement is slow and my fingers shake as I bring them to my clit and rub a smooth circle. The touch is barely there, light and delicate. My cheeks flame; mortification sweeps over me. What the hell am I doing?

  “Harder.” He punctuates his word with another sharp pinch of my nipples, while his hips pump into me.

  The tone of his voice, the sharp twist of his fingers, and the jab of his hips make me comply. My fingers spread in a wide V-shape along either side of his cock as he thrusts in and out of me and my thumb moves to my clit.

  “Fuck, Elena.” He curses and he drops his head into the crook of my neck. He sucks on my flesh. I’ll have a mark there tomorrow. Another one.