Page 52 of Next in Line
“Go for it!” one of the boys shouts back. “I’m sure they’d love to see your hot titties too!”
I make a move to jump out of the hot tub and go after them, but Maggie wraps her hands around my arm and pulls me back into the water.
“What are you doing?” She laughs as they go sprinting off into the woods. “You’re going to chase them through the snowy woods with your dick hanging out?”
I shrug, feeling annoyed that those little shits got the last word. “I could have caught them.”
“And then what?” Maggie’s face is bright with amusement. “Were you going to spray them with snow?”
“I don’t know!” I exclaim in frustration, swinging my hand angrily into the water. “I hadn’t thought it through.”
Her laughter bubbles over, and my own mood lifts at the sight of her. “This is all your fault, you know,” I grumble, failing to scowl like I really want to.
“My fault?” She giggles, clutching her belly and wiping tears from her eyes.
“Yes!” I exclaim with my chin cocked. “You totally egged them on with the snowballs today.”
“You helped me make those snowballs!”
Her laughter is infectious, causing me to smile. “You’re a bad influence on me. I was a badass until you came along. No way those little dicks ever would have fucked with me if it weren’t for you.”
“As if,” she replies with an eye roll and then looks back at the house. “But I think we better make a run for the house before they come back and try to lock us out of our own cabin.”
Even though I don’t want to get out, I groan and shake my head because I know she’s fucking right. We were having a good time until those little pricks ruined everything.
“C’mon, old man,” Maggie states excitedly and then stands to throw her leg over the side of the hot tub. “I’ll race you!”
She takes off butt ass naked, prancing through the snow like Tinker Bell. I hop out, then close the hot tub lid before I hustle after her. I catch up just as she reaches the slider, and we both fall into the safety of the warm cabin.
Maggie rushes down the hall for the bathroom. “I’ll get us towels…put more wood on the fire!”
A moment later, she reappears with a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body and tosses one to me. I quickly cinch it around my waist, and we both huddle in front of the fire to warm our frosty limbs from our little snow streaking we just did.
“Oh my god, my feet are freezing!” Maggie exclaims, her entire body taut with shivers as she stretches her feet out in front of her.
“You know what warms you up the quickest?” I ask, turning so my back is to the fire. I reach down and pull her foot onto my lap to rub the pads of her cold feet.
“What?” she asks, biting her lip and watching me curiously.
“Skin-on-skin contact.” I waggle my brows at her mischievously.
“Oh my god, shut up!” She yanks her foot from my lap and attempts to shove me away from her.
I catch her wrist in my hand and connect our lips in a hard, chaste kiss. She freezes in surprise, her eyes fierce with shock before she lowers her gaze to my mouth. Suddenly, as if a starting gun went off, Maggie grabs my face and slams her lips to mine. She’s frantic and needy and like a coiled spring as she rises up onto her knees and slips her tongue deep into my mouth. I rise up to meet her, my tongue doing its best to search and possess every part of her with hard, hungry kisses.
My hands move from her cheeks to the towel wrapped tightly around her chest. With one rough tug, it slips open and pools on the floor. I pull back from her lips to stare down at her body, my chest heaving with desire as I take in her completely naked form illuminated by the golden flames of the fire. Hardened nipples on teardrop breasts point straight at me as I lower my head and pull one into my mouth.
She tastes like chlorine and flesh and sex all rolled into one as my hands reach up to cup her breasts. She moans loudly when I suck hard on her nipple, her fingers slicing through the strands of hair on my head. I trail kisses over to the breast in my other hand and pay homage to that nipple as well. Maggie growls and grabs my face to pull me back up to her lips again. Her hands fumble at my waist and finally free my towel. When she grips my length in her palm, I pull away from her mouth and groan.
We both look down at her dainty, feminine hand fisting my undainty shaft and stroking it in long, languid movements. “Jesus,” she husks, staring hard at me. “You’re big.”
“Music to a man’s ears,” I murmur with a laugh, dropping a kiss to her wet hair and lifting her chin so she looks at me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nods eagerly. “Uh, your dick is in my hand…that’s usually a good sign.”
I drop a chaste kiss on her smart mouth, and in one swift move, I’m up on my feet and striding into the bedroom where I left the condoms.
When I return to the living room, Maggie is still kneeling completely naked on the gray fur rug. In front of a roaring fire, she looks like every man’s fucking fantasy. Her dark hair is wet and slicked back. Her face is free of makeup, her eyes are bright and wide with arousal, and her naked body is begging for my hands to touch it.
