Snowbound

by CJ Martín

  My thumb works my clit, back and forth. Each stroke is harder, faster than the last. The rush of pleasure attacks me, rising from deep within my belly. My muscles clench, legs tight and rigid as his name slips from my lips. “Anders.”

  The release hits me hard and I throb around him, wave after wave pulsing, causing my body to shake. As if he were waiting for me, he thrusts up once more, to the deepest point, till he can go no farther. His body shudders against mine and his cock jerks repeatedly inside me as he empties himself. My sex pulls at him, greedy for everything he has to offer.

  He collapses on top of me so that I’m lying flat on my belly. He rests his head between my shoulder blades for a few moments before he lifts up and kisses a line across my back. Then he pushes himself off me and discards the condom.

  I lay perfectly still, savoring the cloud of euphoria that envelops me like a warm blanket.

  When he lies down facing me, he nudges me to turn to face him. “Are you okay?”

  The breath escapes me. “Yes.”

  His sexy smirk causes my heart to beat faster. He doesn’t need to ask. He knows how much I enjoyed it. He knows all of my secrets.

  I reach for him, ready for him again. Will it ever be enough? He becomes semi-erect as I brush my fingers up his smooth length. He twitches in my palm and I watch him harden in my hand. “I wish there wasn’t anything between us.” The words slip out before I even realize what I’m saying.

  He hisses as my fingers curl around his length. “Christ.”

  I loosen my grip and trail my fingers over him lazily. “Have you ever… without one?”

  “No.” His reply is instant.

  “Never?” I stop caressing him, dropping my hand as I look at him in disbelief.

  “Never.” His eyes pierce mine; their hard edge confirms that he’s telling the truth, not that I think he’d ever lie about something like that.

  “Me neither.” He of course already knows this. But then I say, “I’m on the pill.”

  His eyes widen and his nostrils flare at my implication.

  “We could…” My voice catches at the look in his eye. Liquid heat pours from him, his steel cock hard and twitching against my leg. I reach for him again, stroke up his length one time, and then again.

  “No more.” He chokes out. He stills my hand and guides it away.

  I watch him closely, my eyes burning into his and the seriousness of our conversation hits me. The weight rests heavy on my chest like a lead vest. What the hell am I doing? Offering to have unprotected sex?

  Thank God he’s thinking clearly, because it’s obvious that sex has addled my brain. I never imagined uttering those words to anyone other than my future husband. What has gotten into me? Anders.

  I shake my head to settle my thoughts. I had a momentary lapse in judgment. Temporary insanity brought on by orgasm. Yes, that sounds like a good defense.

  I blink several times before looking away. He catches my hand in his and tugs, directing my gaze back to him. “Gigs.” His words whisper across my skin. “I’m clean.”

  My cheeks flame, though I nod in agreement. I have no doubt that he’s clean. I believe him when he says he’s never had sex without a condom.

  “If we ever decide not to use a condom, you need to know I’ve been tested.” His gaze is penetrating, his light blue eyes appearing greyer in the light. “I could show you the results or get tested again, if you’d want me to.”

  “I trust you, Anders. I never would’ve slept with you if I didn’t.”

  “Don’t you mean fucked me?” His crude words and accompanying smile crack the mounting tension. I snatch my hand away and cover my face to hide my embarrassment.

  “Gigs, don’t be shy.” He pries my hands away from my face. “Hearing you utter those words was the hottest thing ever. Your sexy as fuck lingerie just made it all the better.”

  My uneasiness ebbs away and a slow smile forms on my lips. I’m still somewhat embarrassed, but I decide if I can’t talk about sex with Anders then I shouldn’t be having sex with Anders. And that is most definitely not an option. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

  “Understatement of the century. Please tell me there’s more where that came from.”

  “You’ll have to wait to find out.”

  I giggle as I wrap the rumpled sheet around us and nuzzle my cheek to his chest. His arm loops around my waist, securing me to him. Heat emanates from his solid body, and my muscles liquefy as I relax into him.

  I stifle a yawn. “Good night Anders.”

  “’Night, baby.”

  The next few weeks are going to be hell. From now until almost the end of April I’ll barely have time to fucking breathe. There was a time when I relished traveling. Took pleasure in staying busy, because it didn’t give me time to think about how empty my life really was. But now it all feels like bullshit. A waste of my time. Precious time that I could be spending with Gigs before she goes back to North Carolina. Back to her normal life.

  We haven’t discussed what will happen when she graduates, but I know she’ll move back home. Seven Pines is a ski community, so it’s not bursting with opportunities for business majors. Plus, this isn’t even my home base. This was always meant to be temporary.

  We won’t be over, but I don’t look forward to spending my nights alone. I’ve gotten used to her being here. More than used to it. I try not to dwell on the fact that our days together in Seven Pines are numbered, but it’s fucking hard.

  I pull up the calendar app on my tablet. Every day is crowded with obligations. Photo shoots. Endorsement contract meetings. Time trials.

  SSC Review Hearing.

  My stomach clenches at the words in bold. Might as well read doomsday, because I’m not holding out much hope that I’ll be acquitted. My attorney advised that the best-case scenario is a fifteen thousand dollar fine and one hundred hours of community service—and that’s if I take the deal.

  I throw the tablet on the coffee table and I stand. I roll my shoulders and turn my head left to right to loosen my tight muscles. The loud crack of my neck reverberates in the room but does little to ease the tension, so I head to the kitchen for a beer.

  Back in the living room I settle on the couch, spreading my knees wide as I sink into the cushions. I crack open the beer just as Gigs walks in.

  Dropping her bag, she says, “It’s a little early to be drinking dontcha think?” Her question is serious although her tone is playful.

  I glance at the clock. It’s only one o’clock. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

  She walks toward me and I admire the sway of her hips in her tight skirt. I think she called it a pencil skirt. I don’t care if it’s a fucking highlighter skirt; she looks damn good in it. My cock stirs as I imagine hiking that skirt up and sinking into her warm, wet heat. Bare.

  Fuck me.

  She takes the beer from my hand and places it on the table before climbing onto my lap. Her legs drape over to the side and I push the thought of her straddling me while she rides me as far from my mind as possible.

  “What’s wrong?” Her eyes search mine, and there’s no use in pretending I’m okay. Anyone can read my sour mood, and most definitely her.

  I shrug in response. It’s easier than admitting I’m scared as shit about my upcoming court date. I thought I could handle it on my own, but it’s proving more difficult than I thought.

  She knows the whole story. I told her weeks ago. I confessed everything—from what was found in my locker (three bags of cocaine) to whom I suspected (Henrik Valoo, the jealous son of a bitch who I outranked in trials). Her reaction was not what I expected. From the few who knew the entire story, I’d had varied opinions. Coach told me to confess what I know. My parents lectured me about drug use. JJ told me to take the deal. Gigs was the only one, is still the only one, who listened to and understood my rationale. She supported my decision to fight the charges.

  It kills me to take the fall for something I didn’t do. I want to prove my innoce
nce more than anything. And believe me, I will. Some day. Somehow. But ratting out Valoo will disqualify him and I want to beat that motherfucker fair and square. I want there to be no question in anyone’s mind who the better boarder is. Any punishment will be worth it to see the look on that asshole’s face when I outrank him. This time not at trials. This time at the X-games.

  Gigs’s voice pulls me from my muddled thoughts. “You’re worried about your hearing.”

  I shrug again. She knows me so damn well. How did I ever live without her? What will I do when she’s gone?

  Thinking of her leaving pushes me further into my slump and I reach around her for my beer and take a long pull.

  We sit quietly for a few moments, the only sound the slow, steady ticking of the clock, before I speak. “You’re home early?” My eyebrows rise in question.

  “Yeah, Mr. Jensen told me I could leave early since most of the staff is heading to Boulder tomorrow and I’ll be working longer hours to cover shifts.”

  I should be happy but my heart sinks. I’m also leaving tomorrow, and Gigs has to stay here. I tried talking to Jensen. The fact that his son is my best friend and that I’ve been doing free publicity for his resort for months should mean something. But it doesn’t.

  Interns don’t have vacation days. She’s needed at the office because the resort will be operating on a skeleton staff. You’ll be too busy to spend time with her anyway. Fucking bullshit.

  “Anders.” She pinches my arm.

  “Ow.” I whine.

  “Smile.” Her fingers push up at the corners of my mouth, forcing a smile. “See, it’s not that hard.”

  She moves her fingers and my lips instantly fall. I take another swig of my beer.

  “I’m leaving if you’re going to sulk.”

  “Don’t go.” My voice is desperate, needy. I clear my throat. “I’m happy, see.” I force a fake smile.

  “That’s not a real smile.”

  I force another smile and say through clenched teeth, “Better?”

  She snorts. “Not really.” She takes the beer from my hands and places it on table alongside the couch.

  I’m about to protest, but the wicked gleam in her eye has me swallowing my words.

  “Maybe I can help you feel better.” Her words, seductive and smooth, cause all the blood to surge to my cock. She dips her head and nibbles on my earlobe. Her hot breath causes my skin to erupt in goose pimples and I squeeze her arms.

  “Baby.” I struggle to keep my voice even. I want her so badly. I always want her.

  She kisses down my jaw as her hands skim over my chest. My heart pounds in anticipation, ready for whatever she’s willing to give me.

  She slides off my lap, her ass grazing me in the best possible way and I groan as I watch her sink to her knees. Reaching for the band my sweatpants, she grabs it and my boxers and pulls down in one fluid motion. I lift my ass off the couch to assist her.

  Her hands find my knees and pushes them further apart as she crawls forward. The first lick of her tongue is pure ecstasy. My head drops back and my eyes sink inward. I desperately search for something to think about, anything but what she is doing, because I won’t last. But my mind draws a blank. All I can think about is her on her knees, taking me into her hot, sweet mouth, looking up at me with her chocolate brown eyes, giving herself over to me.

  When she slides her lips down my length, taking me deep, I know I’m a goner. My hips surge upward. “Fuck, Elena.”

  I slide out while she fists my base. She pauses to look at me, her wide, glassy eyes showing me how much she’s enjoying this. How turned on she is. How much she loves sucking me off.

  She dips her head again, and it is everything I can do not to grab her head and fuck her mouth. My fingers thread through her hair and tug. She moans in approval, but pauses when I pull harder.

  “Get up.” I command.

  Her eyes slowly focus and she licks her lips. When she stands I lie down on the couch, tossing the pillows to the floor.

  “Take your panties off.”

  She doesn’t hesitate, simply reaches under her skirt and slides her panties down her legs. The turquoise lace falls to the floor and I experience a moment’s disappointment, wishing I could’ve seen them on her.

  I reach for her hand and tug her toward the front of the couch. “Come here.”

  She stands alongside me and I wrap my fingers around her leg, but she remains standing.

  “Lift up your skirt.”

  Her eyes widen as my words settle. “Wh-what?”

  “Was I not clear?” My grin is wicked. “Lift. Up. Your. Skirt.”

  “Why?” she asks, unsure, but her hands move to the bottom of her skirt. I watch them glide up and over the fabric.

  “I want to eat your sweet pussy—”

  “But what about…?” Her eyes drift over my still rock hard dick.

  “While you suck my cock.” My eyes shine with promise.

  “Anders.” She chokes out my name.

  I don’t give her time to think as I curl my fingers tighter. “Now straddle my face.”

  Her movements are slow as she turns around and gently positions her knees either side of my neck, keeping her legs tense, her whole body stiff.

  “Baby, sit on my face.” I reach for her hips and pull her back toward my mouth. With a rough grip I guide her legs farther apart. When I see the lips of her soft, sweet pussy I almost come. She’s glistening, already wet for me. My tongue finds her clit instantly and she melts against my chest.

  “Anders.” She moans but I don’t stop. My tongue explores her, licking her from top to bottom, ending with a gentle flick of her clit.

  Her legs tighten around me and my hands rest on the outside of her thighs to hold her in place.

  My dick is desperate for her attention and surges upward toward her mouth. She licks my tip, circling it with her tongue while her hands stroke my length. She releases her hands to cup and cradle my balls. I moan in frustration when her hands move away but then her lips graze my balls. Fuck.

  Soft lips glide over the sensitive flesh, placing delicate kisses over both equally. When she sucks my sac into her mouth, I pull away and choke back a groan. My body shakes. Fuck. What is she doing to me?

  She releases me from her mouth and her delicate fingers find me again. Cradling me, cupping me as she takes my dick into her mouth. She works me expertly, giving me exactly what I need before even I know I need it. She angles her head. Takes me deeper, gives me everything she has to offer. She’s never taken me this deep.

  The smooth slide of her skin, her soft moans of pleasure, her pussy in my face, has me thrusting my hips. My hips lift again and again, more forcefully, more uncontrolled. And she lets me. She lets me fuck her mouth. This is what heaven must feel like.

  My balls draw up heavy, and before I can even take a calming breath I’m coming hard. My hips lift high and still. My dick hits the back of her throat, jerking repeatedly as I shudder through my release. She doesn’t stop as she works me through it, swallowing everything my body gives her.

  Possessiveness and desperation tear through me as the need for her overwhelms me. My lips find her again and I double my efforts. Sharp teeth nip at her legs, biting, wanting to mark her, claim her as my own. When I suck her clit into my mouth her body tenses. Her head rests on my leg and I feel her hot breath in quick, short pulses against my skin.

  She grinds against my face, taking from me what she needs. Her sharp nails bite into my thighs, the prick of pain only causing me to suck harder until her orgasm rolls through her. She throbs against me. It goes on and on and I work her down slowly. My lips move against her in soft kisses and I lovingly squeeze her legs.

  “Wow.” She collapses against me, body limp.

  “Wow.” I echo.

  She rolls to the side and I reach for her green throw blanket on the back of the couch to cover us.

  “How do you feel now?” she asks, her grin stretching from ear to ear.

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bsp; “Fanfuckingtastic.”

  Do it. Don’t do it. The voices battle inside my head. My hand has been hovering over the mouse for the past forty-five minutes as I debate whether or not to make the purchase.

  Just as I’m about to click ‘Confirm’ the niggling voice is back. You’re not the type of girl who surprises her boyfriend. You’re predictable. Boring.

  I shake my head. I can do this. I want to be with Anders for his birthday. I want to surprise him. I want to be adventurous. Sexy. Daring.

  You’re really going to wear that? A French maid outfit? “Shut up.” I say to myself and click the button. Purchased. Done.

  You won’t, the voice whispers. You’ll chicken out.

  I close my laptop with finality. Let's just see about that.

  It’s been easy to keep myself distracted at Seven Pines. Work has been very busy because most of the staff has relocated to Boulder for the exhibitions. I’m no fool—most of this business is about promotion, and the past week has been an excellent opportunity for the Jensen Corporation to flaunt their facilities. The fact that Anders has been staying here plugging their trails hasn’t hurt either.

  Now that I’m actually on the bus from Seven Pines to Boulder, my stomach is in knots. I hug my duffle bag closer on my lap as if it contains explosives. What if someone looks in my bag? I tell myself to stop being so melodramatic. It’s not like I have weapons of mass destruction. It’s a costume. Granted, a very kinky, barely there costume, but still. Maybe I won’t wear it. I brought my regular PJs as a backup, just in case. Anders will be happy to see me, regardless of what I wear. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

  JJ is set to pick me up at the bus stop at nine-thirty. This was the earliest bus I could get because Mr. Jensen was only able to give me off tomorrow, Ander’s birthday. And that was only because I begged. I wanted to get there as soon as possible, so I could stay overnight with him and be the first person to wish him a happy birthday.

  JJ has been my partner in crime, helping me to pull off the surprise. He actually stole Anders’s hotel key so I could let myself into his hotel room.