Snowed In (3 page)

Did she? She didn’t trust him not to be a
jerk. But to intentionally harm anyone? To intentionally harm
her?

“I trust you.”

“Good. Because I want to feel you with
nothing between us.” Abruptly his fingers were gone, and she could
feel him pushing into her, stretching her with his thick cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said through
gritted teeth. He pumped in and out of her, working in the head of
his cock, and she gasped at the sensation.

He’d felt big in her hand, bigger than any
man she’d ever been with, but the feeling was almost overwhelming
as he forced his way inside of her.

“Can’t hold back anymore,” he gasped
out.

Before she could grasp the words, he was
gripping her hips almost painfully, and with one quick motion, he’d
rammed himself to the hilt.

She cried out at the sudden sensation of
fullness, and the brief spark of pain. The sound of his heavy
breathing filled the air, and she could feel his tight balls
against her clit.

Then he was moving, sliding in and out of
her with a slowness that at first she appreciated as her body got
used to his size. But then it wasn’t enough. She needed
more
.

“Harder. Fuck me harder.” She heard a
desperate voice demanding, barely realizing it was her own. But she
needed more. Needed to feel him lose control. Needed him to be as
desperate for her as she was for him.

He cursed behind her and the grip on her
hips tightened, then he was pumping in and out of her so fast and
hard that she couldn’t think, couldn’t move, could only abandon
herself to the overwhelming mix of sensations. The pain from his
fingers digging into her hips. The intense feel of his thick cock
sliding in and out of her pussy. The slight discomfort of him
hitting her cervix. The pleasure of one of his hands coming around
to play with her clit.

“Fucking come, baby. Come on my dick. Milk
it. I can’t wait—” His voice came out almost angry, but then a
guttural cry escaped him that was all pleasure, and he rocked into
her, twitching and gyrating as he shot hot come into her.

The sensation was too much, and she cried
out, his name flying from her lips, her body spasming around
his.

He fell onto her, grinding her hips
uncomfortably into the couch, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t sure
she’d ever be bothered by anything again. Not the fact that his
body was sweaty and hot against hers as he pulled her close and
breathed into her neck. Not his seed that she could feel trickling
down the inside of her thighs. Not even the fact that she’d just
had sex with the one person in this world she’d thought she
hated.

And when he pulled back just long enough to
move her hair out of the way to kiss her neck, she pushed down her
worries. The moment was too perfect not to enjoy.

“You up for a quick shower?” he asked,
helping her stand up.

“Do you think that’s a good idea in the
dark?”

“Pretty sure we can figure it out. Feel our
way around.” He gave her a quick kiss. “Besides, I want to taste
you again before you come to your senses.”

“Maybe I’ll taste you instead.”

He swore under his breath. “You can’t know
how much I’d like to
see
that.”

But he couldn’t see her—not in the dark. The
thought that this was probably just temporary hit her like a shot
to the gut. She swallowed hard and forced a deep breath. Tonight
only or not, she was determined to enjoy their time together.

They made their way to the shower with only
a few stumbles along the way. Bryan managed to stub his toe on the
doorframe to the bathroom, but other than a loud curse he seemed
okay.

“Is the water warm?” she asked while he
fiddled with the knobs. The darkness permeated the bathroom in a
way it hadn’t in the living room. Only a small window let in a bit
of moonlight, and she could barely see her hand in front of her
face.

“Come on in, the water’s fine,” he replied,
and she could hear the amusement in his tone. “Not just warm—hot,
even.”

A laugh escaped her at his silliness. She’d
never known, never realized, that Bryan could be silly. Glimpses of
his lighter side hadn’t seemed real—the few she’d noticed when he
was relaxing with his friends a few times before he’d realized
she’d arrived. Half convinced she hadn’t actually seen what she
thought she had, she’d dismissed her observations.

He tugged her into the shower and the water
steamed around them. Placing her under the stream of water, he
stood behind her. It was considerate, and after a moment she tried
to trade places with him—it wasn’t fair to hog all the water, after
all—but he held her firm.

“You’re…different. In the dark,” she said
quietly.

His hands slid over her shoulders, and she
smelled fragrant soap—something floral.

Silence hung over them for a few moments
before he answered, but the soft, soapy strokes against her skin
never slowed. “I guess it’s easier to be myself when you can’t see
me.”

Well, that sure didn’t bode well for this
lasting longer than the lights stayed off. She swallowed her sudden
disappointment. “Why is that?”

Mouth close to her ear, he murmured,
“Because I care what you think. And for some reason, that makes me
so tense, so…on edge, that I have a hard time thinking straight.”
His hand came around to slide over her stomach and she bit back a
gasp.

“You can’t let your guard down.” Her body
wanted her to ditch the conversation, turn around, and let him
bring her back to oblivion with his body. But she wanted—needed—to
understand him a little better first.

“It’s not just me, babe.” Slowly, he slid
his hand up to cup her breast. He held the weight in his hand for a
moment before pinching her nipple softly between his index finger
and thumb.

A low moan escaped her, and he pulled her
harder against his body. She could feel his large erection pressing
against her back.

“You weren’t exactly open to being my
friend, either,” he continued. His other hand brushed her shoulder
as he placed the soap back on a shelf, then he reached down to
touch her mound, stroking her softly. “After a while, I was almost
sure you hated me. I shouldn’t have acted like I did, but it was
partially to protect myself.”

How could he keep talking as if he weren’t
bringing her to the edge with his touch? Her mind rebelled when she
tried to think, but she forced herself to speak. “I get that.”

His hands stilled, but he didn’t move them.
“Are you saying you were doing the same?”

Was that what she’d been doing? She’d been
attracted to him from the moment she’d met him, but he’d always
seemed so cold, so different from her. And so damned sarcastic. But
part of her had always wondered if there was something beneath all
the ice. And yes—she’d always yearned to find out. And that was a
fact she’d been careful to never let him know, even if it had been
a subconscious defense at times.

“I knew you could hurt me. The first day I
met you, I think I knew that,” she finally managed.

A quick intake of breath broke the silence
behind her, and she reached blindly for the soap he’d placed on the
shelf. Things had officially gotten too heavy, and she needed to
bring herself back down to earth before she uttered something she
might regret.

Grasping the soap, she worked it into a nice
lather before returning it to the shelf, then before he could
react, she turned in his arms and reached for him. Hard and thick
in her hand, his cock seem to jump at her touch.

“Christ,” he breathed.

Gripping carefully, she worked her slick,
soap-covered hand over his length.

“Harder.”

A grin touched her lips at the order.
“Someone’s awfully bossy considering the position they’re in.” She
pumped him almost roughly to illustrate her point. Hand barely
going all the way around his penis, she worked him as well as she
could. With her other hand, she reached down to caress his tight
sac.

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, “You’re
going to have to do a lot better than that if you want to boss me
around.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He leaned back, and she could practically
see his arrogant smirk despite the darkness. “Yeah.”

Without another word, she went to her knees.
The water pouring from the showerhead behind her splashed him and
he groaned. Wetness ran down her back from the shower, and between
her legs from the thought of what she was about to do.

It wasn’t that she’d never given a blowjob
before, but the idea of being on her knees in front of Bryan—the
man she’d considered her enemy only hours before—it was a wild
mixture of shameful and sexy and sinful. Her pussy pulsed at the
thought of him looking down at her as she took him inside of her
mouth.

Tongue darting out, she went to lick the
head of his cock, but the water hit the side of her face and she
choked.

“You okay?” He moved, and she could see his
form reaching and suddenly the shower water was no longer hitting
her face.

“Just fine.” With that, she gripped him
tightly then opened her mouth and took in the first couple of
inches of his cock. Suckling softly, she heard a gasp from above
her. Satisfaction rolled through her body. She’d taken him by
surprise, just as she’d hoped.

God, he was thick. It was difficult to get
her mouth all the way around him, and she had to work him in and
out carefully to give her jaw a chance to get used to his size. But
she used her hand to compensate, and from the occasional pant he
released, she figured she was doing okay.

Salty and tangy, his taste wasn’t at all
unpleasant. And even with the strong smell of the soap clinging to
him, she could still smell him beneath it. Something dark and musky
and all man. She took him farther into her throat, and his hips
bucked, pushing him almost too far.

She choked and pulled back, releasing his
cock from her mouth.

“Don’t stop now, baby. Suck me off.” The
edge of the demand was softened by his breathlessness. His obvious
need. “You don’t know how much I wish the fucking lights would come
on right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” She couldn’t help but wonder if
he’d still want her then. Or if some magic switch would click and
he’d suddenly look at her with cool disdain again. But before she
could dwell on the thought, his hand was on the back of her head,
directing her back to him gently.

“Fuck yeah. Just the idea of your lips
stretched around my fat dick is almost enough to make me come.
Hell, that image has gotten me off more times than I can
count.”

“You’ve never seen me like this.” She licked
the tip of his cock, tasting salty pre-ejaculate.

He let out a low moan. “No. But I’ve
imagined it. Stroking myself in the shower, I picture you. Sucking
me off. Bent over. Every other goddamn position and perversion I
can think of. Fuck, baby, I always see your face when I come.”

Need sent a jolt between her legs. And she
was suddenly sucking him hungrily, taking him farther and farther
into her throat until she was no longer the one controlling the
motion. Hips thrusting, he was helping her, taking her, fucking her
mouth.

Then he was coming. Shooting hot seed into
her throat. Crying out her name.

She swallowed and sucked and pulled every
bit of pleasure she could from him. He shuddered one last time and
she released him gently, then leaned into him, resting her head
against his hip.

Instead of pulling her to her feet, he slid
down to join her on the floor of the shower. As if she would break
if he were too rough, he tucked her into his arms with such care
that a lump formed in her throat and she blinked back sudden
tears.

“That was amazing,” he murmured into her wet
hair.

“Are you cold?” she asked, now that he was
barely getting any of the shower’s spray suddenly hitting her. She
tried to get up but he held her firm.

“Nope.” One arm still wrapped around her,
holding her close, he moved the other between them. He massaged her
breast, and she gasped, mouth open against his throat.

“Still need to take care of you.”

“I think you took care of me enough in the
living room,” she managed, but her body was so achy and tight, she
couldn’t keep the need out of her voice.

“Are you saying sucking me off didn’t turn
you on?” His hand slid down from her breast to slide between her
legs. There was just enough room for his hand between her sex and
the tiled floor where she’d collapsed on her knees.

His rough finger caressed her clit briefly
before sliding inside of her pussy.

“Feels like it turned you on,” he said,
voice rough and low. “I could fuck you right now and I’d slide
right in, wouldn’t I?”

A moan was her only response, but he seemed
to understand her perfectly.

Using only his hand, he rubbed and pinched
and penetrated her. Touching her just long enough in one way for
her to get close to the edge before he changed his pace, the way he
touched her. She squirmed against him, wanted to move, needing to
eliminate the pressure building in her body. Pressure that he
wasn’t alleviating fast enough. But he held her firm, tucked
against his body as if they were only cuddling as she moaned.

“Come for me again, baby.” He slid two
fingers inside of her and rubbed her clit relentlessly with his
thumb.

Crying out almost soundlessly, she
broke.

He held her against him, stroking every last
aftershock from her body, taking her to new heights. When she came
back down, he kissed her forehead softly.

This is too perfect.

The thought startled her and she sucked in a
quick breath.

Tenderly, he tucked a chunk of hair behind
her ear. “What’s wrong?”

The darkness that seemed to give them the
honesty to admit their attraction let the words slip out. “I’m
afraid this will be over the second the lights come back on.”