“You’re fucking soaked for me.” The words are gruff and arrogant, but they send a shot of electricity jetting through my veins, and I want more.
Never before have I felt so vulnerable in front of someone, naked in every sense of the word, and my body quivers from the frenzy of nerves whirling through me. “Crew,” I whimper, squirming against his feather-light touch. “More.”
Triumph blazes in his eyes, and then, with one abrupt movement, my panties are gone from my body and I’m completely exposed to him. His lips never break contact with my skin, floating from kissing my face to licking his way down my throat to sucking on my nipples, all while he pushes first one, then two fingers, inside me. My hips buck up off the table at the unfamiliar feeling, but he’s quick to soothe me with hushed whispers of my name, and as he begins to gradually glide them in and out while his thumb brushes back and forth over my swollen clit, I completely give myself over to him.
“Oh fuck, that feels amazing,” I moan as I lie back, resting on my elbows on the cool metal surface, watching as he steadily increases the pace of his fingers. With each thrust, something inside of me swells, something I have no control over, but I realize if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to explode. And God, the last thing I want is for him to stop.
Gratefully, he doesn’t, and before I can grasp what’s actually happening, I burst into a million tiny euphoric pieces, calling out his name as my inner walls clamp around his fingers. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. My eyes squeeze shut and a colorful display of starbursts and sparkling rays play out behind my lids while my entire body quakes with sheer ecstasy.
As he eases his fingers out of me, the emptiness I feel surprises me, but it’s quickly replaced by the tip of his erection nudging against my slick opening. Relieved to see he put a condom on at some point—I have no idea when—he bends down to me, grabbing my ankles and wrapping them around his waist.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Hudson.” He gazes down at me with adoration in his eyes, his hand skimming up my belly to cup a breast, and I’ve never in my life felt so sublime. My first orgasm at the hands of someone else isn’t a moment I’ll soon forget.
“I need to be inside you now. I’m dying,” he pleads, raw emotion seeping from his voice.
Nervously, I glance down at his cock, which is much bigger and thicker than I remember it being only a few minutes ago, and I inhale a deep breath through my nose, bracing myself. I nod and spread my thighs as far apart as I can, giving him the green light.
Little by little, he slides into me, allowing my body to stretch around him, which is uncomfortable and pinches at times, but not exactly painful. His hands continuously roam my body, helping to keep me aroused, until finally, he’s buried deep inside me.
“So fucking tight,” he mumbles as he slowly pulls nearly all the way out.
When he looks down to watch where our bodies are connected, it’s only then that the understanding flickers across his face. He snaps his chin up, his wide eyes searching mine for answers, for the answer to the one question on his mind.
“Please don’t stop.” I reach out and grab hold of his hips, my fingernails biting into his flesh as I urge him back inside me. “I need this…I need you.”
For a few seconds, he doesn’t say anything or move, but eventually, he wraps his arms around my middle and gathers me against his chest as he fills me up again. We cling to each other’s sweaty body while he plunges inside my wet heat over and over again, and though I don’t come again, I find exceptional pleasure when Crew finds his own release, my name echoing throughout the greenhouse as he trembles against me.
A few minutes later, after we’ve cuddled, kissed, and redressed, I spread out a blanket on the ground and we lie side-by-side on our backs, smoking a much-needed post-sex joint.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he finally asks after taking a drag and passing me the doobie.
I shrug and twist my neck to look over at him. “Would it have made a difference?”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” he retorts with a playful smirk, rolling onto his side as he props up on his elbow. “I just don’t understand if you’ve waited all this time, why me?”
“Why not you?” I thread my fingers through his beanie-free hair, which is more rebellious than messy, and flash him a satisfied smile. “I obviously wasn’t waiting to get married or to find my soul mate, if such thing even exists. Just more or less until the time felt right…I don’t know, until I felt that certain spark.”
Pulling a long hit into his lungs, he leans over and presses his lips to mine, exhaling the smoke in my mouth as he kisses me. “I hope you feel that spark again real soon, snow angel.”
Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.
Bartending is more about making people happy than mixing good drinks. Flirt with the female customers like you want to fuck them, talk to the guys like they’re the coolest dude in the place, and let each waitress think she’s your favorite. Those are three key ingredients to making a shitload of money while pouring drinks behind the bar at the Half Pipe, according to Rory, my trainer and fellow bartender. And halfway through my fourth shift on the job, I realize he was spot-fucking-on.
“Two shots of Patron and two Michelob Ultras for you gorgeous ladies.” I wink at the pair of stacked brunette ski bunnies who just inched up to the bar, eliciting a bashful giggle from one while the other licks her lips like she wants to eat me.
Six months ago…shit, even six weeks ago, I definitely would’ve taken her up on that offer, giving her my phone number so we could meet up for a good time after my shift ended, but now, not so much. Things are different with me. My dick only gets hard for a certain little hippie blonde—a girl I wasn’t looking for, but now that I found her, I don’t plan on giving her up any time soon.
Without sounding like a complete fucking pussy, Hudson Shavell is my fantasy girl come to life. Naturally fucking beautiful, generous and selfless to the point Gandhi would be impressed, incredibly brilliant and personable, she’s the whole damn package. Sure, her boobs could be a little bigger and her family is a bit quirky, but on a scale of one to ten, my snow angel is a fucking eleven.
Yeah, she gets extra points, ‘cause I know I’m the only guy who’s ever been inside of her. There’s something insanely ego-boosting about that I’d never considered before, always afraid if I took some girl’s virginity, she’d be clingy and whiny and think we’re gonna spend forever together. But surprisingly, Hudson isn’t any of those things, and for some reason, that makes me want to remind her as frequently as possible that she belongs to me. Unfortunately, in the ten days we’ve been back in town, now official citizens of Breckenridge, it hasn’t been nearly as often as I’d like, thanks to her classes and greenhouse work, my new job, Caleb’s doctor appointments, and our families that seem to always be around.
But tonight, when I get off, she’s supposed to be waiting for me in my bed at my apartment. My mom’s out late with Luke and some new friends she’s made at the ski shop she’s managing. She made sure to emphasize that it’s not a date, so much that I’m positive it’s a date. And since I had to work, Hudson agreed to hang out with Caleb. And I’m sure he’s loving every goddamn minute of it.