Falling in Vermont (Cozy Nights in Vermont #2)

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

SOPHIA

S ophia tore at the buttons on Blake’s shirt, needing him now .

His hand clutched her head as his mouth plundered hers, and she kissed him back. She licked and sucked his lip into her mouth, tasting the butter and herbs from her soup.

She unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to rake her hands against his chest. Oh fuck , his chest. She could spend the next three weeks sinking her teeth into his sexy, plush muscles.

Her pussy clenched. No, we have more important work.

She tore off his belt, wanting to see if the cock she’d felt against her a few days ago was as big as she remembered. She’d come that night thinking about him coming all over her, stroking an enormous cock at her.

His mouth never left hers as his hands grabbed at her greedily, squeezing, pressing. She fumbled with his jeans, pushing them down onto his hips. Finally, she felt the outline of it, and holy fuck, it was huge. She dove under his boxer briefs, wanting to feel it in her hands, taste it.

“Soph”—he pulled away—“this will all be over if you do that.” He turned her around by her shoulders and untied her apron, which was knotted in the back. The apron fell to the floor, and he leaned her back against him, his ragged breathing in her ear. His arms wrapped around her. Her hands twisted up into his hair.

“ Fuck . Your tits,” he growled. “Did you wear this sweater to torture me?” Her sweater gaped open, and he would be able to see straight down her shirt. His hand grabbed her breast in a hungry, claiming grasp, pulling her back against him.

“Yes,” she panted. She’d wanted him to fuck her. So badly.

She shoved her flowing sweatpants off, and they fell to the floor as he buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting on the curve of it.

He locked an arm around her waist and, with the other, slid into her panties.

“ Fuck , Soph. You’re soaked.” He slicked two fingers around her clit, and her knees buckled. She grabbed his neck, arching against him. He moved his fingers, making her leg twitch as he expertly fingered her clit. Her jaw dropped at how good it felt as she sobbed.

He growled. “So wet it feels like I already came all over your pussy.” He dove his fingers in deeper and cupped her as she moaned.

She couldn’t catch her breath, holy hell . She needed more.

Turning around in his arms, she pushed his shirt off. He raked his hands up and down her back as he captured her mouth, until his hands wrapped around her thighs and lifted her up.

“Jesus.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His mouth never left hers as his hands dug into her ass. He walked them slowly to the couch in the living room as his cock pressed against the soaked lining of her panties.

He sat on the large leather couch, and she straddled him. She grabbed the edges of her sweater to take it off, but his hand stilled her.

“Let me,” he said, his eyes transfixed on her body.

He slowly lifted the slouchy, soft, nearly see-through sweater until her lower stomach pooch was exposed.

His thumbs stroked along the edge of her stomach curve. “This okay?” he asked, his eyes never leaving it.

She held her breath. “Y-yeah,” she said, not sure what to make of it. Most men ignored anything that wasn’t her tits.

“Jesus,” he murmured. His large hands framed her hips, and his thumbs stroked harder, more boldly, into the soft squish of her. “You are so sexy. This,” he said, tracing the bottom curve of her stomach where it met her thighs, “is so sexy.”

“Really?” she panted with surprise.

“When I said your body was worth worshiping, I meant all of it, Soph. This,” he bit his lip with an ungh, as if keeping himself at bay. His hands explored, caressed every dip and groove of her stomach. “Have you seen a classic painting of a gorgeous woman, or a sculpture without one?” He pulled her up so she knelt on her knees, bringing her belly up to his mouth.

He nipped and licked at the soft curves that met her hips, and her world tilted at the feeling of being treasured. “Makes me want to drag you back to a cave and feed you berries.”

She smiled and looked down at him, caressing his face. His eyes were bright and happy. Free .

He pushed her sweater up to her rib cage, trailing long, slow kisses as his hands squeezed her ass. He nipped along the sides of her curves there, moaning as he traced her stomach, the indents of her abs, nipped where her skin curved more. She was clenching around nothing, needing him but moaning at the feeling of being lost in pleasure.

Blake pushed the sweater up higher until it sat just on her breasts.

“Fuck. Me.” His eyes were trained at her tits, and the under curve of them peeked out from her sweater. “You are a goddess. I just need…” He licked under a breast, running a tongue under one, then the other, finally burying his face against her sweater-covered tits. “Just need one to two weeks here.”

His cock was at full attention, weeping through his boxers. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him too. “Only if I get to return the favor.”

He pressed her shirt up over her breasts, and her nipples were hard points, begging to be licked and squeezed.

Blake sucked in a large breath. He shut his eyes, throwing a hand over his face. “I…need a minute.”

She smiled, raking her hand through his hair. “Everything okay?”

“It’s…it’s too much. I’ll come right now if I don’t.” He let out a slow breath, his eyes still covered.

Warmth and confidence glowed inside of her. She’d never felt more powerful or hot.

I almost made him come with my tits. She bit her lip, wanting to edge him on. She leaned down to whisper, “Have you ever come thinking about me?” She tossed off her sweater and took out her scrunchie.

“Obviously,” he growled. “Every fucking day.”

She mussed up her hair, bit her lip as she sat back on her knees, and pulled her panties to the side so he could see her pussy and clit. She let her finger rest there, teasing it.

“Did I look like this when you came?”

He opened his eyes, and hunger lit them aflame. “God damn .” He moved and gently tossed her onto the leather couch. “Are you trying to kill me?” He spread her legs wide to get a good look at her pussy, with her panties still pulled to the side. His gaze never wavered.

She could feel her wet arousal slide down as he tore her panties off. His wide shoulders spread her legs further as he kissed his way up her thighs until she was fully spread in front of his face.

“Soph, look at how wet you are. Goddamn. You’ve already made my couch a mess.” He pulled her legs apart wide, and she could feel it seeping onto the couch, pooling at her ass. He peered up at her with a feral need. “That’s my girl. Drench it.”

Jesus .

It’s always the quiet ones.

She arched her back, wanting to press more slickness out for him. It trickled down and he cursed, never taking his eyes off of her pussy as he bit her thigh, hard enough that she arched her tits higher and higher. She grabbed her nipples, needing relief. He held her legs wide, taking his sweet fucking time getting to her pussy.

“Blake,” she whined. She felt so empty. Had dreamed of his cock ever since she’d felt it against her.

“One taste,” he murmured. “One taste of how soaked you are.”

Finally, he spread her pussy wide as his tongue dove into her entrance.

She arched off of the couch as she clenched around his tongue hard, the warmth and wetness of him nearly making her come. He slowly—so slowly—licked in one slow lap up her pussy.

His tongue lay flat against her clit as he shoved his face against her, gripping her hips for leverage. The end of his tongue twirled around her clit, and her back arched in pleasure. Her nails sank into his thick hair. He lapped and lapped, his wide tongue destroying her clit. She clenched hard around nothing and pulled at him.

“I want your cock,” she sighed.

He kneeled on the couch over her, tugging down his boxer briefs. The sides of his abs clenched as he tossed off his t-shirt. The gentle curve of his belly met the tip of his cock, and a bead of precum sat on the end of it, having rolled down.

Holy. Hell.

His cock was long and thick with pronounced veins. Her mouth salivated as she sat up, wanting a closer look.

“What?” he asked, tugging on it with a sly smile.

“Oh, you know what. You’re …huge .” She licked her lips. “I want to taste.”

“Will it make you wetter?”

She nodded, wide eyes looking up at him.

“Then spread your legs as you do it.”

“Fuck,” she whispered, so turned on by him. She knelt, spreading her legs as far as she could, feeling the wetness soaking onto his couch.

“That’s my girl,” he said. He grabbed her head and pressed her to his cock.

Fuck yes. She took the tip, the salty drip hitting her tongue. Even with her mouth wide, she could only fit a few inches in. She closed her eyes, savoring it as she sucked.

“Christ,” Blake said, pulling out of her mouth slowly. “No more.” He wiped the side of her mouth with his thumb, tracing her bottom lip. “Otherwise I’ll come down that pretty throat.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“On your back. Now.”

Jesus. Her pussy clenched. “I like bossy Blake.”

He kneeled between her legs and slowly notched in. He was thick, and the fullness tugged at her. She sucked in a breath, getting used to him.

“Can’t last,” he breathed. “Will make you come after,” he said as though holding back a freight train of need.

She wanted to see him come so badly. Needed it. Wanted it all over her. She loved that he loved her cum kink.

He slowly slid in, but she wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels in. With each inch, they breathed together. “You’re doing so good,” he murmured against her breast, nipping it.

He was finally fully seated and she squeezed, wanting to feel all of him.

“ Fuck , Soph.” His head dropped against hers. “Feels…feels like I was made for you.”

Her arms had wrapped around him and his mouth found hers. She loved that he tasted like her, and their tongues danced as she squeezed around him. He moaned, pulling back.

“You don’t play fair,” he said with a smile.

“Just want to feel you come,” she said as her hand went to her breast. “Being pumped full of it?—”

He groaned as he pulled back, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he thrust into her. She arched from the dual sources of pleasure. Her hand found her clit, but he pulled it back.

He hooked her leg around his arm and leaned up so he could stare at her pussy. “Let me,” he said, biting his lip. His thumb stroked her clit as he thrust inside of her. He flicked it mercilessly. She cried out as her orgasm built, throbs of need pulsing, pulsing, pulsing through her.

“I can’t wait to fill your tight, needy”—thrust—“hot pussy with cum.”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Fill me. Please.”

On a shuddered curse, Blake thrust hard into her, bracing himself on the couch arm. She could feel the heat of his cum inside of her as he stilled.

His head rested on her breast as he kissed his way across. “I am brain-dead, but I know one thing,” he murmured. “You are the dead sexiest woman I have ever seen,” he whispered. He kissed her, sucking her lip into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue.

Drawing her desire up, and up.

He slowly pulled out of her, angling her hips up, and she felt cum start to trickle out of her.

He kneeled on the carpet beside the couch, placing kisses down her belly.

“Now…” He spread her, knelt between her thighs, and raised an eyebrow. Bossy Blake was back. He pushed the cum trickling out back into her. “Don’t spill a drop.”

Fuck. Me.

He buried his head between her thighs, and instead of one long lick, he worshiped each dip and valley of her pussy, thrusting his fingers into her. “Jesus, Soph, my cum looks so good on you.”

Sophia arched with a moan, biting her lip. She squeezed her nipple.

His fingers worked their way inside of her as his tongue circled and circled her clit. She screamed in pleasure, grabbing the couch arm behind her. “Fuck, yes,” she panted. “More. I need more.”

“My girl needs more,” he murmured and moved his fingers covered in dripping cum to her mouth. “Open.”

She whimpered as she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers, salty wetness on her tongue. She squeezed her pussy, shoving his head down. She needed to be eaten. Needed every bit of him.

His fingers went back, pushing in the cum dripping out of her as he sucked on her clit, harder?—

“Yes,” she panted.

And harder?—

“Yes, yes, yes—” Her muscles contracted harder and harder, pulling her higher, needing more.

Until she crested as Blake sucked hard, squeezing her nipple, and she screamed through her whole body, throwing her back against the couch as she rode his face until her body froze, throbs of pleasure radiating out of her.

She collapsed and coiled into herself as aftershocks wracked her body.

Blankness, happiness, warmth. The only thoughts in her brain were the lack of them.

Blake gathered her up, and she crawled toward him instinctively. He threw a heavy blanket over them.

“My…I can’t…” She couldn’t form thoughts.

A beep sounded in the kitchen. “Daaaamn,” she moaned against his chest. She didn’t have time to think about food. She just got fucked three ways till Sunday.

He shifted her onto the couch. “I’ll get it.”

“Mmmm,” was all she could muster.

She dozed until the couch sank and warmth surrounded her as Blake cuddled her into him. She leaned her head back, her hair probably a rat’s nest of sex hair. “You are…wow. I think you could do that professionally.”

He burst out laughing, gathering her tighter. “A high compliment.”

She was dazed, looking at the fire he must have started while she dozed. “Truly. But, bad news.” She cuddled into his chest.

He stroked her hair as he looked down at her with concern. “Not interested in any more?”

She pushed up and straddled him, kissing him just to show him how much she cared. “The opposite. I don’t think it’s outta my system yet.”

He pressed her into his chest so she cuddled against him. She could feel herself dripping onto him, and she loved it. And if he kept stroking her hair like that, she’d fall asleep in a second. “Hard to believe we’ve only known each other for three weeks.”

“Twenty-two days,” he murmured against her hair. “But, you know. Sure, three weeks.”

She smiled up at him. His olive green eyes were warm and happy, his hair a mess from where she’d tugged on it, standing up in unruly tufts.

Oh no, this is dangerous. She could very, very easily fall into something other than friendship with this man.

Or had she already started slipping?

The man that was kind, and sexy, and looked at her like she’d hung the moon. “I can’t believe I’ve been here for twenty-two days. I’ve barely seen the sights of Vermont since being here,” she said as she played with his hair.

“I can take you to my favorite spot in a couple of days when the weather clears,” he offered. “It’s not far.”

She twiddled a wave in his hair that threatened to curl. “Like a date?” she asked innocently, not sure whether she hoped he’d say yes or no.

He squeezed her against him, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Consider it a benefit.”