Page 72 of You, Me, & Après-Ski
“You’ll come when I say you can. Get in the bedroom.”
Something dark and depraved stirred inside of me at that demanding tone I loved so much. Quick to obey, I padded down the hallway toward his bedroom.
Even though we’d been fooling around for a while, I’d never been in his room. An exciting feeling of the unknown zinged through me as I entered his domain. A California king bed dominated the space, and the purring minx inside me thought,Plenty of room for us to play.
Nolan came up behind me, one hand going around my throat, the other finally freeing me of my thong. Then he traced slow circles around my clit as I arched into him. The hand at my neck slid down to cup my breast, mimicking the motions of his fingers on my clit.
“Feel how hard you make me, baby?” he said, pressing his cock into my back, and I rubbed my ass against him until he dug his fingers into my hips.
Twisting around, I made quick work of removing his belt and pants. Desire blazed in his eyes, matching the inferno blitzing through me. When I slid off his boxer briefs, his cock sprang free and my core ached with need. I wanted all of him buried inside me to the hilt. Taking him in my hand, I pulled him in slow strokes as I’d seen him do that first night at Summit’s Edge.
“Like this?” I asked, a curve to my lips.
His head dropped back with a groan. “Yes.”
Kneeling, I circled my thumb around the head of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum. His fingers knotted in my hair as I licked one long stroke up the back of his shaft. I smiled as I felt him shudder under my touch. Then I took him in my mouth, circling my tongue around the head and using my hands. He got even harder.
“You want me to fuck that pretty mouth again?”
I looked up at him and nodded.
His hand fisted my hair and I opened my throat for him as he thrust deeper inside of me with long, deliberate strokes. He sped up, faster and faster, and my eyes watered at the strain, but the rising feeling within me swelled like a growing tsunami. Just when I thought he was about to come, he withdrew. I collapsed on the floor, panting, as he stood over me, his cock twitching.
“You’re a mess, Val. My filthy, gorgeous mess. Get on the bed.”
His words shot straight between my legs, stoking my arousal. When I got on the bed, he flipped me to my stomach and pulled me up to my knees. Behind me, I heard the rip of foil and then he rubbed his rock-hard cock across my slick wetness. My legs quivered.
“What do you want, Val?”
He dragged his length back and forth, sending sparks flitting to every single one of my nerve endings. “Please,” was all I could manage.
He clicked his tongue. “Please what? Bend you over and fuck you like the dirty slut you are? Ram my cock into you until you’re ruined for anyone but me?”
His filthy words unleashed a whole new level of need. I pressed my ass against him, but he held me off. Wrapping a hand around my throat, he pulled me up so my back was flush against his chiseled torso.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled in my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
He loved knowing I was dirty only for him, so I let him hear my darkest desires. “I want you touse me. Rip me apart and put me back together like only you can. Fuck me and prove to me I’m yours.”
“Fuck, Val.” I felt his smile against my neck and he sank his teeth in. “Now grab the headboard and scream for me.”
I did.
As he slammed inside of me, pleasure tore through me. With each brutal stroke, I rammed back against him, urging him on as I surrendered to the feeling of him inside me, all parts of me splayed open before him. He reached to rub my clit as he thrust faster and harder, charging us both toward the edge. I’d never felt so thoroughly untethered before. Every man paled in comparison to Nolan Keller. He plucked at every part of my body and soul, strumming it into a symphony of sensation.
When I let out a cry, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “Should I let you come, baby?”
He slowed his pace so I could feel every hard inch of him as he slid in and out. It was the best kind of torture, him teasing my clit, my pussy leaking all over us. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. My entire body wasa live wire, every touch sending a new wave of pleasure to uncharted corners. He continued his slow, methodical pumps, his cock growing harder as I clenched around him.
“Please,” I panted.
At my words, he gripped my hips and pounded into me with a newfound fervor. My pleasure climbed higher and higher, and my climax was just within reach when he leaned forward and said in my ear, “Come for me, Valeria.” Then he pressed on my clit and rammed inside of me at the same time, and I was finished. My orgasm rocked through me, exploding behind my eyes like a thousand stars. I cried out as I rode wave after wave of pleasure, Nolan keeping his unrelenting pace. He smacked my ass, hard, and I moaned into the sheets, fucking back into him.
More, more, more.
“My perfect little whore,” he said. His breaths turned ragged and he dragged my hips back into him, again and again, until I felt him tense and cry out as he found his release, clutching me against him.
We collapsed on the bed, tangled together all the way down to our toes. His skin was hot and slick against mine as he pulled my back flush against his chest.
