Falling in Vermont (Cozy Nights in Vermont #2)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

SOPHIA

T hey’d had a quiet dinner at the log cabin restaurant, where they’d talked about their days, Star, Sophia’s love-hate relationship with social media, and everything in between.

Everything other than if she’d come back for a bookstore signing in a few months.

They’d gotten home, and Sophia realized she felt more like part of a couple with him, wandering through the house, turning off the lights, and tucking Star in, than she had in any other relationship she’d had in years.

They shared a bathroom as they both got ready for bed, brushing their teeth at the two sinks. This was only a semi-regular occurrence, given that she was a night owl and he was an early bird.

He brushed past her with a hand on her waist to go to his bedroom across the hall, shirtless and in his pajama pants. She licked her lips. She wanted all of that so near her, feeling an urgency she hadn’t felt after being here for a month.

Less than two weeks left.

“I was wondering,” she said suddenly, twisting her large nightshirt in her hands and biting her lip out of nerves. “I was wondering if the roommate benefits might extend to sleeping next to each other.”

His eyebrows rose. “I don’t wanna bother you. I toss and turn all night long.”

“No, I know. You’ve told me, but…” She sighed. Her eyes darted around the room, not wanting to admit that she desperately missed cuddling. “I don’t get to just be with people very often, you know? It’s hard to trust new guys, and it’s been a long time since I’ve just gotten to cuddle.”

He stepped closer to her, in that way he had when he wanted her—when he was about to take her. Her pulse quickened, and he slowly pressed a kiss to her temple, threaded his hand through hers, and tugged her to his bedroom.

Star settled down onto a giant fluffy white bed in the alcove near the door.

“Star’s bed looks more comfortable than mine does across the hallway,” she said with shock.

“She’s very particular,” Blake said through a yawn as he tossed off his slippers and his watch, pulling back the covers. She was far too tired to do anything sexy tonight, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep sitting on the bed.

“Any requests for your wake-up benefit?” he asked, looking at her with tired, happy eyes.

“What benefits are included with wake-up service?” she said with an eyebrow waggle and a yawn.

“Hmm, dealer’s choice.” He crawled under the covers.

She leaned over him, giving him a flirtatious look. “Let’s just say I give you permission to wake me up any way you choose,” she said, biting the inside of her cheek. She hoped he’d actually do it. She loved the idea of being fucked awake.

He looked skeptical but devilish. “Any way?”

“Any way.” She bit her lip, clenching her thighs together at the possibilities.

“Even if it’s with my head between your thighs?” he asked with a smile as his hands rubbed up and down her leg.

“I’ll be disappointed if it’s not.” She stared at his lips long enough to make him lean in for a quick kiss, and she wiggled with excitement.

She ran a hand along the king-size bed as she went to the other side. “I hadn’t planned on there being an acre of bed here.”

“I’m a tall guy,” he said, leaning on his elbow. She wanted to sink her teeth into every inch she could see on him. His eyes were closed though, and he looked completely dead on his feet.

She threw back the covers, took off her sleep shorts, and slid in bed, settling onto a pillow.

His eyes were closed as he spoke. “You’re very far away.”

“I think there’s a toll pass in between you and me.”

He snorted as she settled down, fluffing her pillow.

The sheets smelled like him, and she enjoyed the cocoon of feeling completely wrapped up in the safety of his scent. He turned the light off beside his bedside table.

He was more than an arm’s length away in the king-size bed. Not what she had hoped for for her first cuddle in ages. But he’s a terrible sleeper, and you can’t bother him and make it worse.

Just as she considered moving back to her own bed, she felt Blake’s hand move under the covers, hook around her thigh, and pull her to him.

He sighed, letting out a happy hum, as if tucking her in safely was all that he wanted before he fell asleep.

“Are you sure I won’t bother you?” she whispered.

He just sighed, tucking her head under his chin. “I just needed you.”

A smile bloomed on her face, and she curled into him.

His arm wrapped around her, tucking her closer against him so that her thigh slid over his. He let out a long, heavy sigh of contentment.

And no sooner had she gotten comfortable, hearing the soft thud of his heartbeat underneath her cheek, than she heard him snore beside her.

* * *

Longing, craving clawed at her. Sophia registered that something was happening.

A hot, wet thickness moved on her pussy, and she needed it. Yearned for it. “More,” she whispered through parched lips.

A cloud of desire blanketed her, and she needed to be filled.

Heavy weights bracketed her thighs, holding her open so anyone could lick her hot pussy. “Yes,” she called out. She needed it. She wanted them all.

Her legs twitched, and she came back into her body, feeling soft sheets against her skin.

Someone was sucking, licking her pussy.

Fuuuuck .

Blake had been eating her while she was asleep. Yes . Just like she’d wanted.

So fucking hot to wake up to his head spreading her.

Just like she’d asked for without shame.

Because she knew he loved making her happy.

His shoulders pinned her thighs down, and she tested his hold on her. Loud, obscene slurps and licks carried from under the covers.

His arms were an iron grip, and she couldn’t wiggle out easily. Hot, horny need surged at that. That he was pinning her down to eat her until he was good and ready to be done.

She squirmed, arching up into his face, and she dove her hands under the covers. She wanted to feel him.

“Hands on the headboard,” he murmured. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

She panted at feeling exposed, at being told what to do. “You’re too good. You woke me up.”

His fingers slid inside of her, and she gasped at the feeling.

“Gotta get you ready to be pumped full,” he said through licks and sucks, teasing her clit.

Fuck .

“I had to say thank you,” he said, blowing on her clit—actually driving her mad—as she wanted to fuck his face so badly. “I slept for seven hours straight for the first time in years.”

He sucked hard on her clit, and she arched off of the bed, crying out with a shriek. “More,” she pleaded.

But Star ran to the window that overlooked the pumpkin patch in the bedroom and barked with alarm.

“Star!” Blake yelled back, ripping the covers off. “Down.” She continued to bark, turning into yips of excitement, recognizing somebody.

Blake cursed, looking up at Sophia. “Sorry, she never does this.” He walked over to the window on the side of the bedroom and peeked out.

“Is everything okay?” Sophia asked, coming back to earth as her pussy throbbed.

She gathered up a comforter around her so she was covered and walked over to the window. She peeked out from behind Blake’s back.

They looked out the small gable window of the house. Jerry and Alan stood by the farm gate and waved up at them.

“Morning!” Jerry yelled up.

Blake opened the window. “What are you doing?” Blake called down.

“Bev said you both looked exhausted yesterday, and you needed a break. So, take your time and sleep in this morning,” Jerry called back.

“You don’t have to. You don’t know where I keep anything,” Blake yelled.

“Young man, I was working on this pumpkin farm decades before you even existed.” A few cars had already parked along the road, deciding to stop in early.

Jerry waved at them to go back to bed. “Just take your time; I don’t want to see either of you down here for another two hours. And send my best girl Star down.”

Sophia shrank back to the bed. She yawned and laughed behind her hand as Star thundered down the stairs and out her doggy door hatch.

Blake waved and shut the window. “Family,” he said with a surprised shake of his head.

“It must be nice to have people here who care for you so much.” She threw back the covers so he could crawl in.

He settled onto his back and pulled her against him. “It’s been nice, even if they are a little nosy.”

She chuckled as she burrowed her way into his chest, placing kisses along his pecs, the curve of his stomach, wanting to taste every part of him.

She looked up at him with wicked eyes.

“Soph,” he said, holding her face. “My family is down there. They might think we’re having sex if we don’t go down.”

She huffed out a laugh. “Of course they think that. So let’s have sex since they’re already thinking it.” She made a duh face at him.

He raised his eyebrows. “Pretty solid logic, actually.” He grabbed for her, pulling her up to his chest.

“One of these days I’ll actually convince you to let me prioritize just your pleasure,” she murmured into his chest as she straddled him.

He peeled off her t-shirt and sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not gonna ask any questions.” His hands sank into her thighs, grabbing handfuls of her. She loved that he loved her body just as it was.

His cock was already hard against her heat, and she pushed up, then slowly, slowly sank down on it.

“Mmmm,” she sighed with her eyes closed. “I’ve dreamed about doing this since the moment I saw you.”

He let out a huff of surprise as he rocked her against his cock. “No way.” He pressed up, taking her breast into his mouth.

She clutched his head against her. “Yes. Thought about riding you that night when I came. Thought about you fucking me and taking me however you wanted.”

He paused. “However I want?” His eyes darted to the tall mirror on the wall by the bed.

She smiled and pushed off of him, already feeling empty and needy. She walked over to it, leaning against the wall seductively. “What did you have in mind?”

His wet, dripping cock twitched. He pressed off of the bed and turned her to face the mirror. They were naked and safely out of view of the window. They looked soft and really fucking sexy together in the mirror. He stroked his long cock where she could see it.

He reached a hand around her and stared at her in the mirror as he grabbed the edge of her lower belly pooch hard, then fucked up into his hand. “Goddess. That’s what you are. Look at you. Look at how hard I am for your perfect body.”

Her mouth salivated, wanting him so bad.

His eyes turned dark as he leaned into her ear and his hand slid between her legs. “Now, bend over and spread your legs.”

Oh.

God.

How had she thought this man was a gentle giant? He was a demon sex god about to destroy her pussy with the feral look in his eyes.

She bent over and spread her legs wide, placing her hands on the wall beside the mirror. Her tits and belly hung down, and he stared at their reflection.

“I dreamed about fucking you just like this,” he said, sliding into her. She clenched around him as he slid down, further in. “Where you’d take it so well, beg for more.”

He thrust against her; her tits and tummy swung from the force, and it reverberated against his middle and chest. “Yes,” she moaned.

“Just like that.”

He grabbed her hips as he thrust harder and harder, his eyes laser-focused on her in the mirror, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“This was my first sex dream of you. Fucking me from behind,” she moaned.

His jaw tensed, and his hand moved to her shoulder for more leverage. “Does my girl like being taken from behind? Fucked hard?”

A guttural moan was all she could manage as he pumped hard.

He pulled her back so her arms dropped, and he gathered one arm behind her back. He hooked his arm through hers to hold her upright, and his other hand grabbed her shoulder.

He started fucking her hard and fast, thrusting against her as they both watched her tits bounce harder and harder in the mirror.

Her hand found her clit, and she rubbed hard, drilling herself where he could see.

“Jesus,” he ground out and thrust faster. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “You want me to make you a cream pie, don’t you?”

She moaned in response, unable to form words.

“Beg for it,” he growled as he fucked her hard. “Show me how much you want it.”

“Please, fill me,” she cried out, clenching around him as she shook from his hard fucking. “Please, please. Come all over me,” she shrieked the last word as she came, feeling his hot load shooting up inside of her.

They stilled, his lips on her temple, and panted in the mirror, staring at each other with small, shocked smiles, looking like sweaty, happy messes. She could feel it drip down her legs as he pulled out.

He gathered her up in his arms, still facing the mirror, burying his face in her neck. “That feel good?” he murmured.

She knew he was referring to the hot, wet reminder dripping between her legs.

“Yes,” she sighed. “I like feeling…like yours.”

His eyes met hers in the mirror, and he tilted her chin to look straight at him. “You are mine,” he said, panting, “for however long you want to be.” He kissed her, his tongue tracing her bottom lip, his hand supporting her head.

For however long I want to be.