Vermont Christmas

by Tracey Pedersen

  My moans get shorter, the clench deep between my thighs moving higher, sliding into my belly as my skin welcomes Brant and pulls him inside. I jerk forward then grind myself against his fingers coated in my wetness.

  I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

  BRANT

  The sound of Cherie letting go turns my cock to granite and I drive deeper between her legs. She’s moaning, the sound coming from the depths of her chest as she pushes back in a perfect rhythm with me. When she drops her head to the rug, she gives me the perfect angle to fuck her deep, and watch my dick sliding into her pussy. My mouth is dry, my own moans having stolen any moisture I had left.

  I swell inside her, my focus moving from my cock to my fingers on her clit. Her moans don’t let up and she pants and writhes no matter if I thrust deep or slide my fingers into her wetness. She’s losing control and it’s something I know I’ll want to see again, and again. I want to give her everything she dreamed of when she booked this trip.

  Sweat trickles down my chest and slides between my legs. She squeezes me tight and I let out my own groan, my shaft pummelling in and out. I clench my eyes closed, holding back my release until she’s had her own. The sight of her boobs swinging in the firelight give me other ideas, but I can wait to make those happen. First, I want to hear her come on my cock, then I want to shoot my load deep inside her.

  Then we’ll see what tricks I have up my sleeve for every other luscious part of her.

  Her moans change, getting shorter and louder. I know she’s close and I swirl my fingers every time I pull out. Every second I spend outside her body is too long, my shaft straining to climb back into the warmth. To be squeezed tight by the precious prize between her legs.

  I can’t wait to taste her. To flip her over and rub my wet tongue all over her secret spot. The one that my fingers are teasing right now. She grunts like a woman possessed, then her hand is on mine, holding my fingers to their swirling pattern while she pushes back hard on my cock. I hold it there, my fingers pushing harder against her, seeking the button to make her explode.

  A moment later she’s there and hearing her come is amazing. She shrieks, her shivering body jerking against my dick, while she clutches my hand between her legs. Her long, “Oooooooh,” fills me with lust but I wait while she moans and wiggles, her release planting a smile on my face as it goes on and on. When she’s done, she flops forward onto all fours again, panting with exertion, her left leg beginning to shake.

  “Oh, God,” she says, almost under her breath, and I grin at her back. If those aren’t the sounds of a fully satisfied woman, I don’t know anything about anything. “Brant. Oh, God.” She laughs quietly and stretches, sliding her pussy over my hard cock that’s still embedded deep inside her. “You feel so good.” The last words come out on another groan before she tips forward, shakes herself, then turns to face me. Her grin stretches from ear to ear, and she licks her lips like she didn’t just have a bone melting orgasm. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she moves forward, our bodies touching just before she grabs my face and plunges her tongue into my mouth. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”

  She pulls away and drops to all fours in front of me, her eyes almost level with my heat seeking shaft. It strains toward her and she glances up at me, before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the end of my hardness.

  It’s unexpected and I moan, letting my breath out in a rush. The tip of her tongue licks around the head, seeking each crease before sliding fully over my length. I scrunch her hair, like I did earlier, and she takes the hint, crawling forward, her mouth sucking me deeper, her hands squeezing my thighs. I yank her forward and she gags, pulling away and looking up at me with an impish wink. She makes herself gag the next time, her hand covering mine in her hair as I thrust between her lips. Saliva dribbles down her chin as we move together, and I’m close to blowing down her throat. I want to come inside her the first time, though. I want to save the blow job for later, after I’ve licked my way between her legs and made her lose control again.

  It seems only fair.

  I push her shoulders away and she kneels back and looks up at me, her eyes hooded and sultry. She’s a delectable sight, naked and glistening in the light from the gas fire, her relaxation from the release I gave her giving her the look of a satisfied kitten.

  “Lie back,” I direct. “Spread your legs for me.”

  I see the shudder pass through her, then she slides her legs to the front and stretches out on the white rug. She lifts her legs, catching her knees in her hands and pulling them up to her breasts. “Like this? Is this how you want me?”

  “I want you so many ways,” I say, falling forward to take up my position between her legs. I crawl forward, but at the last moment I change my mind, pulling back and pushing her legs further apart. I lean down and run my flat tongue over her slit, smiling to myself when the room fills with a feminine groan. I dip my tongue inside her, not waiting but going straight for the main prize. I push in, holding her legs as far apart as I can, while I push the tip of my tongue around the edges of her pussy. The pussy I ruined with my dick just a few minutes ago. I make sure I make her wet with my mouth and before I’m finished, she’s moaning my name, begging me to fuck her again.

  Again, how can I deny the Christmas request of a lady? Especially one who gives her body to me with so much enthusiasm.

  Chapter Thirteen - Cherie/Brant

  CHERIE

  “When was the last time you went home?”

  I'm snuggled against Brant’s chest, our hands raised between us, fingers spread out and touching the other. He slides his to the left and folds them over and I do the same. I snuggle closer, making sure the blanket is tucked around my back. The air in the room is crisp now that our passion has subsided, even though the fire blazes next to us.

  “It's been years. My mom has nagged me for months to plan a trip home. It’s been worse since my birthday in September.”

  “You don't want to go?”

  “I've thought about it. The problem is if I did go home, she and my sisters would want me to stay. They are convinced I live here because I'm too heartbroken to return. Maybe that was true in the first few months, but not anymore. I am definitely over Lisa, as I think we just proved.” He laughs and I revel in the sound. “I do miss home, though. I miss my friends, and the lives they’re building. I missed a friend’s wedding back in July, and that was hard.”

  “If you're happy here, then you should stay.”

  “Would you stay?” He pulls back and tilts his head to look at me.

  “Here? In Vermont? I’m not sure if I would. I haven’t had a chance to see any of it but from what I know it's a lot less populated than somewhere I would choose to live full-time. I could be happy somewhere outside of Australia, though. If I found the right place, and maybe someone to share it with. It must be hard for you to live here without your friends and family.”

  “Well, I have made some friends. But they’re all older couples. I have another friend who’s a ski instructor, but of course he's not here all year, and when he's here for the season he's mostly working. We catch up when we can.”

  “Oh, a ski instructor. You’ll have to introduce me.” I laugh when he pokes me in the ribs. “Don’t worry. I don’t schtupp two guys at once.”

  He kisses my ear, twirling his tongue against the lobe, igniting another fire inside me. “No more fantasies to fulfil, then?”

  “Not on that front.” I shift and push myself up, lying on his chest so I can see his face. “I saw something when I was researching Vermont. There was an article about the government offering money to people to move here and work remotely. Something the locals didn't seem too thrilled about.”

  “I remember that. It was interesting because they weren't really offering too much money, like a few thousand dollars each year, or something, and they also ran a handful of tours so people could visit and try out the area before they deci
ded to move. I'm pretty sure some people on those tours did move here. You should see it in the fall when all the trees change colour. It's absolutely gorgeous.” He pauses, then adds, “But, I don't know if your research turned up mud season.”

  “I read something about mud. Sloppy and brown and sometimes not that long after a beautiful snowfall.”

  “Just saying mud doesn't exactly do it justice. It's an actual mud season around April or May when the snow melts. The name totally fits let me tell you. It’s sloppy and messy, and like nothing I’ve ever seen. You know this rug you like?”

  “Hmm. I think I love the rug, actually. It’s like an aphrodisiac and I have no idea why.”

  “Well, we remove all of these aphrodisiacs during mud season. That should tell you how much it sucks.”

  “I’d like to see it.”

  He kisses the end of my nose. “You’re welcome to return for it. In fact, you can visit any season you want. I’ll be available for tours, repairs or anything else you need.”

  “Hmmm.” I rest my head on his chest, considering how I’m going to feel flying home. “I’ll take that into consideration.” I lift my head again, and he pushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. It’s an intimate gesture and I stare at him, wondering if the clench in my belly is lust, or something else. “I’ll return the favour if you ever do take that trip to Australia. Where does your mum, live?”

  BRANT

  “Melbourne.” I wait for the words to sink in, watching Cherie’s face for a sign of I-don’t-know-what. I know she’s from Melbourne, which makes this seem like an unfair test. “She lives in the west. My sisters are nearby.”

  Our eyes remain glued together. There’s a lull in the storm as we stare at each other, neither of us daring to say a word. She seems relaxed but I don’t know her well enough to know if I’m right. Watching her, lost in her eyes as she stares back, I feel a trickle of something swirl in my gut. It’s the same swirl that slithered around when she first opened the door as snow fluttered down and she looked like she was wearing every piece of clothing she owned. I ignore it, tamping it down and refusing to give it space. It can only lead to heartache trying to make this into more than it is. I haven’t shared my bed with a woman in a long time, and that’s even more reason not to build this into something it’s not.

  “So, we wouldn’t even have to travel to see each other if you made a trip home.”

  “Nope. You live north of the city, right?”

  She smiles and I feel like I gave away too much. “I am in the north, thanks for remembering.”

  “You’re pretty memorable.”

  “Even before I’ve arrived.”

  I smirk. “Don’t get excited. I remember because you’re the only Australian here.”

  “Sure, sure. I think you planned to schtupp me all along.”

  “I wanted to the minute I saw you.” I can get away with the truth because she’ll never believe it. “Seeing you in all those layers of clothing was almost my undoing. You’re lucky I didn’t throw you down and take you right there before we’d warmed the room.”

  “You too.” She grins and then rolls to the side, snuggling under the cover we pulled off the bed.

  “Are you warm enough? Do you need to get pyjamas or something?”

  She laughs. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. I expected warm rooms.” My dick jumps to attention and I laugh to myself. She turns back and leans over me again. “What?”

  “My dream woman sleeps naked. I always promised myself I wouldn’t marry a woman who wore pyjamas every night. Or those old-fashioned night gowns.”

  She blinks, then leans in to kiss me. Electricity crackles in the air as we fuse our mouths, a more leisurely exploring than our frantic passion of earlier. I let her kiss me for as long as she wants, then she sighs and leans her chin on her hands on my chest. “I like kissing.”

  “I can tell. I like kissing you.”

  She yawns and then kisses my chest. “I want to kiss you quite a lot tomorrow.”

  “I forgot you’ve been up for so long. Why didn’t you remind me earlier? You could have been resting.”

  “I’m fine. I had better things to do than sleep.” She slides her thigh between mine and laughs when my eyes widen. Then she settles against me again and lets out a long satisfied sigh. Against my skin she whispers, “I should have booked for longer.”

  Chapter Fourteen - Brant

  The power is still out when we wake up on Christmas morning, so we make do with foods that can be cooked on the gas stove. I’m pretty impressed with Cherie’s effort as she fills the table with ridiculous quantities of food. Again, I’m glad I turned my oven off and got stranded here. This will be a Christmas I never forget.

  When the table is set, I take her hand and pull her close, our mouths seeking each other like we’ve done this for years. Kissing her twists my insides into pretzels and nothing feels better than the confusion, and the tension, of our passion. It’s new, but familiar, and I want to experience it over and over.

  She finally pulls back and grins up at me. “Time to eat.”

  “I know what I’d like to eat.” I wave my arm toward the table. “We should have left room to lay you out in the middle of the feast.” I grind against her, making sure she understands how that would have ended.

  “Time to eat food,” she clarifies. “There’ll be plenty of time for dessert.” She grins again and pushes me toward my seat. “We’re still snowed in, don’t forget.”

  My fingers grip hers until she finally pulls away and seats herself. I hand her a plate, making sure our fingers brush as she takes it, and I don’t miss the tongue that darts out over her lips. I smile and take my own plate, my appetite well and truly prepared for this meal. I pile cold meat, potato salad, and chicken, before adding fried potatoes and a bread roll to the mix. We smile at each other before we start, and then we’re silent, each of us enjoying the food she managed to create without the use of the oven.

  “Mmm. This is so good.” I talk with my mouth full of food, not caring if I look uncouth. I’ve done worse things with my mouth in the last twelve hours. Or better things, depending on how you measure. “You did an amazing job, Cherie.”

  “Thanks. I had an awesome assistant. He really pushed me.”

  I smirk, thinking of how I bent her over the counter and teased her while we waited for the potatoes to boil. I’m almost short of breath thinking of my plans for our dessert. I saw custard in the fridge last night, and I plan to make good use of it. “You’re welcome. Anytime you need pushing, you just holler.”

  She smiles before tipping her head to the side. “That storm is insane. When do you think it will end?”

  “Probably another day or so. Two days seems to be about right for a blizzard around here. There’s been a few big ones that have gone on for four or five days. The great blizzard of 1888 was a doozie. I’ve seen photos in town.”

  Cherie chews a piece of chicken as she listens to the wind howling. She swallows, then lifts her wine glass in my direction. “We didn’t make a toast.”

  “Oh.” I pick up my glass and clink it gently to hers. “What would you like to toast to?”

  She thinks about it, then says, “To new friends. Here for me in my time of need.” We grin at each other and both drink to that. She puts her glass down and looks at me, an earnest expression on her face. “I’m really glad you were here. I would have been freaking out on my own. Especially without internet.”

  “You would have been fine. You’re tough.”

  I smile at her and continue to eat before she says, “What did you do at home? Before you came here?”

  “I was a real estate agent. I sold residential properties and specialised in helping first home buyers.”

  “Interesting.” She takes a sip of her wine before leaning back in her chair. “Do you have property yourself?”

  “I have a block of units. One of my sisters manages it for me. I bought it to fund my retirement.”r />
  “Clever. I have a holiday apartment in Noosa that’s rented out through an agent. I haven’t been that interested to invest in anything else.”

  “You haven’t told me what you do for work.” I watch her shift in her chair, her gaze avoiding mine. I frown and put down my fork, my full attention now on her. “That’s an interesting reaction. Is it a secret?”

  “Of course not.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Guys act weird when I tell them, though.”

  “Oh, this ought to be good. Come on. Share.” I nod to her, encouraging her to confide in me. In the seconds it takes her to answer, I decide I can cope with any job she has, unless she’s an escort. I’m not sure I like the thought of lots of other men putting their hands on her. Heat flares in my chest and I bite the inside of my mouth to hide my reaction. The thought of any man touching her pisses me off.

  “Okay, don’t freak out, but I sell sex toys online.”

  There’s a moment of silence as I process what she just said. Unexpected relief flows through me, and I try to order my thoughts enough to ask an intelligent question. I fail.

  “Sex toys? Like vibrators and those kinky ball things from Fifty Shades?”

  “Those, and more. Anything you’ve seen, or heard of, we sell.” I nod as she continues, “I have three separate stores under different company names.”

  “Three stores? That must keep you busy.”

  “It does.” She nods. “And it’s lucrative.”

  A new thought occurs to me as I finally push my plate away, my stomach full to bursting. “Did you happen to bring any of those toys with you?”

  She smirks and nods again. “I did. I was coming on holiday on my own, after all.”

  My mouth waters at the thought of using a toy on her. I wish I’d eaten less so we could get straight to it, but I lean back instead, stretching out to relieve the discomfort of a typical Christmas overeating session. “I’m looking forward to exploring that with you, but right now I need to lie down. I’m stuffed.”