Page 11 of One Snowy Seduction
“Fuck!” The word was a deep grumble as Kendrick pressed both hands to the back of her head. “You’re killing me, Tee. Your mouth.”
As her pussy throbbed, she took more of him inside her mouth, relaxing her throat muscles and easing down further onto him. She couldn’t think he tasted the way she’d imagined, because she’d never dreamed of something as good as this. Never wondered at how amazing it would feel to hold Kendrick and his pleasure in the palm of her hands, to have her mouth orchestrating his release. She didn’t want it to end.
“Damn.” He groaned again. “You’re gonna mess around and make me come.”
If that was her cue to stop, she totally missed it as her mouth continued to work over his length. She’d closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the rhythm she’d built—sucking him hard, relaxing her jaw to let him sit at the base of her throat, feeling him tremble at that moment.
When she felt his fingers on her cheeks, she opened her eyes to look up and see him watching her.
“So damn, pretty,” he said. His tone was almost incredulous, like he just couldn’t believe this was happening.
Well, that made two of them. This wasn’t what Teesha had envisioned when she’d won this ski trip. But she wasn’t complaining. Not until he eased back so that his length fell from her mouth. Before she could vocalize her complaint, Kendrick’s hands were on her shoulders, easing her up until he could put his mouth on hers again.
This kiss was deeper, hungrier and sexier than the previous one as his mouth ravaged hers. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip seconds before he sucked it into his mouth. All the while his hands were everywhere. Moving down her arms, cupping her breasts to squeeze them tightly, down her torso to grab the hem of her shirt. He released her from the kiss only long enough to pull the shirt up and over her head.
“That’s not a sports bra,” he mumbled when his gaze dropped to her chest.
He was correct. She wasn’t wearing a sports bra. It had been years since she’d worn one of those.
“I graduated to a real bra,” she replied and had to push back on that tiny part of her that still searched for someone’s approval. It didn’t happen often because she’d long ago decided that the only opinion about her that mattered, was her own. Still, the way Kendrick was looking down at her made her wonder what he was thinking. She didn’t have to wonder too long.
“I think I love lace now.” His voice was so raspy and she loved it. There was something primal about the way his words rang in her ears and when he yanked at the clasp between her breasts the bra opened. “Yeah.” He nodded slowly and pushed the straps down and off her arms. “I really love lace. But this—”
He didn’t finish the sentence because his mouth had closed over one nipple while his hand cupped the other breast. They fit perfectly in his hands and that was all she could comprehend before her head tipped back and she arched into him.
* * *
This had to be the best trip ever. Either that or Kendrick was about to make the second biggest mistake of his life. No, considering how deeply he’d once cared about Teesha, messing up with her a second time would definitely be worse than any of the fights with or his inevitable divorce from Natasha.
But in the four years he’d known Teesha, he’d only thought about touching her like this once or twice. That’s all he would allow himself because to him, the friendship had always meant more. Besides that, Teesha’s taste in men had always leaned toward the bad boy, rule breaker type and that was the polar opposite of who Kendrick had been. Or who he was now, for that matter. And while he had no idea if her taste in men had changed over the years, he was certainly glad for whatever had brought her to this chalet, this week.
Her nipples were pebble hard, rolling over his tongue and making his dick harder than it had been. If that were even possible. The skin over his entire body had already felt taut against the tension of his muscles, the push to unleash the desire he hadn’t realized he’d held bottled up for her. Those couple of times he’d allowed his mind to wander into the “what if” territory he’d only imagined a kiss, perhaps sex, a quick round, nothing more. One time and then they’d realize the error of their ways and get back to their friendship. That’s all he’d allowed himself to dream. Hearing her soft whimpers now, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin beneath his fingers, gliding against his tongue, he declared none of those dreams of the past could compare to this moment.
A few moments ago, her luscious lips had been wrapped around his dick. Hadn’t he imagined them there in the first seconds after he saw her standing in the living room this afternoon? And he’d been about to come in her mouth. A moan instantly fell from his lips, and he gripped her other breast tightly while continuing to suckle on the opposite nipple. Damn, that would’ve been freakin’ fantastic. Lust swirled in his chest at the thought. He wanted to be inside her, buried deep and to the hilt, inside her. He wanted that more than he wanted to breathe at the moment. But that was it. Right? This wasn’t going to be anything other than a hot holiday night for them. Blame it on years of being apart and a deep sated curiosity pushing to the surface. He just wanted to see what it would feel like to be inside of Teesha—his best friend.
No. He shook that thought from his mind as he went from one breast to the other. She’d said they weren’t friends anymore and he’d reminded her of that declaration moments ago. Or had it been longer than that? It had seemed like she sucked his dick for glorious hours and at the same time, it’d been over too fast.
None of these nonsensical thoughts flitting about in his mind mattered. The only thing that mattered was the here and now. Teesha was in his arms and in a few seconds, she would be totally naked. On that note, he forced himself to pull away from her breasts, but still took a few seconds to stare at them. High, heavy mounds with big dark brown nipples. He’d hold that image in his mind forever. And on those nights after he returned to his home in London, he’d lay in his bed and recall how beautiful her body was and how he’d been blessed with this sole opportunity to enjoy it.
“I need a condom,” he said and then cleared his throat as it cracked on that last word. “And I need to be inside you.” He’d looked into her eyes as he made that admission.
She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes and yes.”
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her along with him as he moved through the kitchen, past that big ass dining room table and into the living room area. That’s where he’d tossed his jacket on the sectional when they’d returned from the village. When they’d stopped at the long edge of the furniture, he dropped her hand and picked up his jacket. Finding his wallet, he retrieved one of the three condom packets he kept there. He wondered if there was a convenience store in the village, or if the concierge could have a few boxes of condoms delivered in the morning.
But no, in the morning, Teesha would be trying to leave.
Annoyed in a way he didn’t often become he tossed his coat on the floor and dropped the condom packet onto the sectional. Then he reached for her. He couldn’t keep her, that was a fact. She had her life and he had his. They weren’t those two impressionable college students anymore and he had to accept that. He had to accept that this was all he was going to get with her.
She’d started to ease her pants down and he pushed her hands away. “I got this,” he told her.
She didn’t argue, but instead touched her finger to the tattoo on his right bicep. “Leo, the lion,” she said. “You always made a big thing out of your zodiac sign.”
He bent down and waited while she stepped out of the pants, then he pulled the socks from her feet—no way was he fucking her while she was wearing those Hufflepuff socks. When he stood again, he slipped his fingers beneath the ban of her panties and pushed them slowly down her legs and off. He lifted her up then and placed her on the long end of the sectional, spreading her legs wide so he could stare down at her waiting sex.
“A ravenous lion,” he said and groaned at the sight of her plump damp folds. If he hadn’t admitted how badly he’d needed to get inside her before, staring down at her shaved pussy, the bud of her clit peeking out in invitation, confirmed it for him now. His mouth watered with the urge to taste her tender flesh; his dick jumped with the need to claim that pretty pussy as his own. His temples throbbed with the force of trying to keep those thoughts reigned in. To remind himself of the boundaries that he dare not cross.
Tempting him, that’s the only way he could describe what she did next. Her slim fingers, nails painted a festive red, reached down to slide over her mound and part her lips. His breath caught as he watched her touch herself, saw those fingers rubbing over her clit then sliding further down into the dampness.
