Keep Me If You Can (If You Can #3)

12. If The Gondola’s A-Rockin’…

Chapter twelve

If The Gondola’s A-Rockin’…

I planned to spend the time JP was in his client meeting studying.

Of course, studying was always more effective when one was relaxed. So taking advantage of the weekend special for a deluxe pedicure at the hotel spa was in my best interests.

And obviously since I’d be reading and highlighting and making notes while I studied, I didn’t want to be distracted by how bad my nails looked. So it only made sense to get a manicure done at the same time.

And since all I’d eaten that day was seven-eights of a Nutella banana donut and an extra-large coffee and a few of the finger sandwiches and cut up fruit they had in the spa lounge for people to help themselves to while they sipped sparkling cucumber water next to a bubbling fountain, I had to go out and get lunch after I was done.

I mean, I couldn’t study on an empty stomach.

And since we’d gotten to Mont Tremblant at the ungodly hour of sometime before ten a.m., it would still be hours before our room was ready for check in. So it didn’t make sense to go back to the hotel right away when I could take a nice early afternoon digestive walk through the shopping village.

Of course, just when I finished wandering past the shops and was almost out of excuses to not go back to the business center at the hotel and crack open my Forensic Science and Law textbook, I heard JP call my name.

Or, well… not exactly my name.

“Babe!”

I swivelled my head towards JP’s voice. It only took a moment to catch sight of him slipping through a crowd of people before jogging towards me like an absolute dork in his dark blue polo beneath a suit jacket and slacks.

“Don’t call me—” I started once he was close enough to hear me.

But then he kissed me.

And he…

I mean, he kissed me.

The only way to describe it was deep. Suspiciously deep. But it wasn’t the kind of sloppy, spit-swapping PDA of people purposely showing off how publicly horny they were for each other, either.

It was deep in the way that it felt earnest.

In the way that the world muted itself when his lips met mine.

In the way that it felt unburdened and unashamed and celebratory, like the kind hockey players give their wives after they win the Stanley Cup, where you know it’s gross and sweaty and yet completely perfect because nothing else matters right then.

It was the kind of deep, intense kiss that felt far too familiar, especially as JP’s hand moved up to push my hair back before caressing my cheek.

The kind of deep that could drown me in an instant.

The breath I pulled in when JP moved away felt cold, like the air was frozen even though it was an arguably nice October day. I looked up at him, my lips still parted and my eyes wider than usual. JP’s eyes, on the other hand, were sparkling as they crinkled in the corner.

“Pretend you like me for a sec,” he murmured. “Just until they’re around the corner.”

Oh.

Oh .

Of course. His client… clients? Potential… or maybe he kissed me like that because he’d gotten them to… whatever. Fuck. I couldn’t think. But they were there. He’d told me he was going for lunch with them after his meeting and they must have just finished, so of course they’d all left together and he…

He was trying to convince them we were together. That’s why I was there. I was JP’s fake girlfriend and I was helping him get these clients to impress his dad. And to do that I had to pretend I liked him enough that I’d date him willingly.

So I kissed him again.

Not quite as deep, and not quite as intense, and only slightly as sudden. It didn’t stun JP the way he’d stunned me, but I heard a hitch of surprise as our lips met again. Which was stupid of him because how else did he expect someone to respond to being kissed like that? It would’ve looked ridiculous if I’d pulled back and pretended like that hadn’t affected me at all. In my head I knew it was fake, but it wasn’t like my pussy had a brain of its own.

If it did, I would’ve never ended up in this situation in the first place.

But all my pussy knew was that JP’s lips were soft and warm and enticing and his body was close to mine. All it knew was kisses from him almost always led to more. It didn’t know people were around or that it wasn’t real or that we couldn’t do anything about this because our room wasn’t ready yet.

So of course, after we got into the Panoramic Gondola JP suggested taking up the mountain since it was a not-too-chilly October day and the leaves were practically glowing gold and red and orange beneath the warm sun, I turned to him and asked for dick.

“Here?” he asked, laughing in surprise as he shrugged his suit jacket off.

“Where else?” I asked. “You knew our room wasn’t ready.”

“You think we have enough time before we get to the top?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching. “And you’re not worried about someone seeing us?”

I rolled my eyes. “This wouldn’t even be the most public place we’ve fucked before. But fine.”

“Fine?” he repeated.

“Fine. I won’t play with your dick. How did your meeting go?”

He opened his mouth, then nodded reluctantly, like he’d just realized what he’d stopped me from doing. “It went great.”

“When are you telling your dad you got hired?”

He stared at me. “What?”

“Oh my God, JP,” I said, half-groaning. “Did you hit your head or something? The client. When are you telling your dad that you got this new big client for him?”

Something like relief flashed on his face, which seemed odd, but he laughed and shook his head. “Sorry. I’m still trying to figure out how I got talked out of fucking in a gondola.”

“You talked yourself out of it.”

“Apparently. I’m also trying to figure out why you think they hired the firm.”

I started to answer but realized before I even got a word out that telling him he kissed me like he was celebrating sounded stupid. “You seemed to be excited about something.”

“Of course I was. I’ve been looking forward to this gondola ride all week.” He snickered as I rolled my eyes at him. “How’d your studying go?”

“It didn’t. I went to the spa.”

“The spa?”

“Yeah. They had a special on pedicures and I splurged and got a mani done, too.” I waggled my fingers at him. “What do you think?”

He looked down at my nails, studying them for a moment before shrugging. “Meh.”

“ Meh ?!”

“I mean, they look alright, I guess,” he said.

I let out an offended scoff. “Asshole.”

“I did bring some lube,” he said.

“Perfect. It’ll hurt less when I bend you over later,” I said.

He lifted an eyebrow. “You’re gonna bend me over?”

“Why would I let you bend me over when you can’t even compliment my nails?”

He shook his head, still chuckling. “It’s a joke, babe. I was gonna say I won’t be able to tell how nice your nails look until I see your fingers wrapped around my dick later.”

“You could’ve seen how they look a lot sooner than that,” I said. “But someone said he didn’t want me to play with his dick.”

“Someone said nothing of the sort,” he said. “Someone knows you well enough to know you’d get me right to the edge and then stop so I’d have to walk around the top of the mountain with a hard-on tucked into my waistband.”

“You think I’d do that on purpose?” I asked, feigning hurt.

“Yes,” he said. “Not that it matters much now.”

I glanced at his lap and tried not to laugh, mainly because guys didn’t like it when you looked at their dicks and laughed even if it was only because they’d gotten conveniently hard at the most inconvenient time. But it didn’t seem to bother JP, who chuckled even as he reached down and unabashedly adjusted his bulge as I watched.

“Although,” he continued. “Maybe if you held it for a sec.”

“Held it?” I repeated.

“To show off your nails.” He glanced at his lap, then back up at me. “Just for a bit.”

I twisted my mouth to the side like I was actually deciding whether or not I wanted to do it, then slipped from my side of the gondola to his. His eyes followed my hands as I reached down, unbuckling his belt. As I undid the button, his cock twitched beneath the fabric, and as much as I wanted to put my hand over it so I could stroke him through his boxers and feel him throb, I didn’t. I just worked the zipper down, feeling him twitch again, and then once more when I carefully reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out.

“Fuck,” he murmured, then let out a soft hum of approval as I slowly and deliberately let each of my fingers fall into place.

“What do you think?” I asked when my hand was wrapped around him.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he breathed.

I glanced up. JP was looking at me, breathing slowly and steadily through parted lips, and I gave him an unimpressed look. “You didn’t even look, JP.”

“Yeah, I did,” he said, still staring at me.

I tightened my grip, squeezing him more firmly. “You’re the one who said he couldn’t tell how pretty my nails were until he saw them displayed against your cock. The least you could do is pretend to look at them.”

His eyes lingered a second longer, then trailed down to his lap. The muscles in his throat flexed as he swallowed, though he didn’t say anything until I let go of his cock and extended one finger, lightly and carefully dragging one nail up the underside of his cock.

“What happened to just holding it?” he murmured.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Of course not. But I dunno if we’re gonna have enough time.”

“What if I promised I’d try my hardest to make you come?” I whispered, then wrapped my fist around him again. “Would you trust me?”

His breath hitched as I stroked him firmly. “I trust you, yeah.”

And then we staggered to a halt.

For a moment, we were silent. JP’s cock throbbed in my hand as we both looked out the windows, the gondola swaying gently above the trees. The cable car in front of us was slightly higher, but even if whoever was in there looked down, they wouldn’t have been able to see the lower part of ours. And across from us, the cars heading back down the mountain were positioned before and after us instead of right in line.

It was like the gods or goddesses of fucking in gondolas had heard us.

“How long do you think we’ll be stopped?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “A couple of minutes, maybe?”

“Long enough for me to get my pants back on before we get to the top if I took them off to fuck you?” I asked.

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “You’re the one who has to decide if it’s worth risking someone catching you with your pants down, babe.”

“And you’re the one who has to decide if it’s worth risking walking around the top of a mountain with blue balls if you don’t finish in time.”

He glanced out the window again before lifting his hand to my head and pulling my face to his.

“Worth it,” he said, then kissed me.

Neither of us were stupid. I mean, we were stupid—fucking idiots, literally and figuratively—but we were smart enough to choreograph the second-most efficient way to fuck in a gondola. The most efficient way would’ve been if I had on a skirt, but I hadn’t woken up that morning and planned my outfit around gondola fucking.

So instead, we used our not-insignificant amount of practice from fucking in the backseat of JP’s car to get in position.

JP’s lips hadn’t even left mine before I kicked my left shoe off, and it was only seconds after he stopped kissing me that I yanked my leggings down. While he opened his pants just enough to pull his cock out through the flap in his boxers, I slipped my left leg out of my pants and made sure the fabric wasn’t twisted or inside out so I could shove my leg back in if I had to dress quickly.

Then JP grabbed his cock and I swung my leg over his lap to straddle him. He guided himself to my soaking entrance and nudged my thong to the side, I lowered my body, and our lips met again to muffle each other’s sighs of relief as I sank onto him.

And that was where we ran into what was probably both the biggest difference between fucking in a gondola and fucking in a car, and also the source of our downfall.

Not literally , of course. But I didn’t know how much a-rockin’ a cable car could handle before it went a-knockin’… to the ground or something.

And yeah, in hindsight, it was almost certainly more than two stupid people having a quickie while it was stalled. But JP and I weren’t gondola experts, nor were either of us functioning at full brain capacity. His dick was so hot, and so thick, and it was throbbing inside me so hard, and I couldn’t focus on anything except how full I felt, and how wet I was, and how badly I needed to fucking come .

Well, that and the thought that if I bounced on his dick the way I wanted to, we might fall.

“Just grind, babe,” JP whispered instead of laughing at me like I thought he would when I admitted what I was thinking. He had one of my ass cheeks in each hand and squeezed, his fingertips digging in as he started to guide my body back and forth. “All you gotta do is grind on it.”

“That’s good and all,” I said, trying not to whimper. “But seeing as I’ve made you come more times than I can count, I’m pretty sure that won’t get you there.”

“Maybe,” he murmured. “Maybe not. Maybe you’re gonna have to get on your knees and finish the job. But right now , you’re gonna give me what I want. And what I want the girl with the hottest, wettest, neediest little hole I’ve ever fucked to use my cock to get off.”

“I— fuck .” Any train of thought I had disappeared as JP gently spread my ass wider so he could press his finger against my asshole. As soon as he worked the tip of his finger inside me, he let go of my other ass cheek and tugged my tank top down, stretching it until he could lower his head and take one of my nipples into his mouth.

Because of course I still wasn’t wearing a bra. And of course JP figured that out. And of course the second he sank his teeth into my nipple my whole body shuddered and I couldn’t stop my hips from pulsing forward once, and then again, and then giving in and letting my body move into him like he’d told me, swaying back and forth so eagerly and so smoothly that it was less like I was moving and more like the world was moving around me and—

“Oh shit,” I said.

JP lifted his head. “What?”

“We started moving.”

He looked out the window and swore. “Started a while ago.”

“What?”

He shoved the hand that wasn’t currently fingering my ass between us.

“Come,” he demanded.

“JP, I—”

“ Come .” He pressed his thumb to my clit and rubbed, pushing his other finger deeper into my ass. “Or do you want to get to the top and have all the people waiting to go back down watch you fuck yourself on my cock because you couldn’t seal the deal in time? Because I’m not letting you off my lap until you come for me, babe.”

“And if they catch us?” I gasped, even as my pussy suddenly developed a brain cell and screamed that we were so close and not to dare stop. “You’re the one with a client to impress.”

“If they catch us, then lucky—”

He thrust up, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of me.

“—fucking—”

Again, he pushed up, and the flickering sparks began to catch.

“—me,” he finished, and did it again. “Lucky me, getting to show off this pretty girl so desperate for my cock that she couldn’t stop herself from riding me all the way to the top of the world.”

And like, that last bit was corny as shit, but I came.

I came so fucking hard.

JP groaned as I did, his arm tightening around me and his thumb still working my clit as my hips bucked. I clung to him, lost in the sensation of falling, which is normally not a good feeling to have when you’re in a small, enclosed room dangling from a cable.

But when JP was the cause of that sensation, it was perfect.

Fucking perfect.

The second my orgasm faded enough to let my mind take over again, I squirmed out of JP’s grip. While I pushed my foot back into my leggings and slammed my shoe on my foot, he grabbed his dick and started stroking because every second before we reached the top of the mountain mattered. As soon as I was dressed, I made to get on my knees in front of him, but JP shook his head.

“Hand,” he said.

I didn’t have time to question him. My best guess was that he thought the extra few seconds it would take for me to get off my knees and look presentable when we reached the top wouldn’t make up for how much better my mouth would feel on his cock. But it didn’t matter. JP told me what he wanted, so I moved in beside him and replaced his large hand with my smaller one, letting the juices I’d left on his cock help my palm glide along his shaft. He groaned again, eyes closing as he put his arm around my shoulder.

“Harder,” he murmured. “It feels so good, babe.”

“Like this?” I asked.

He inhaled sharply and nodded, his eyes fluttering open, a cloud of need giving them a heavy, hazy look. I held that gaze for a moment before leaning in and kissing him. Humming pleased approval, he kissed me back eagerly, his breath puffing against my skin as he reached over and grabbed my breast through my shirt to play with my hardened nipple while I jacked him off.

And he was close.

He was so close.

Which is why I was almost devastated on his behalf when he let go of my breast and put his hand over mine, stilling my movements.

“But—” I started.

“We’re almost there,” he said, soft reluctance in his voice.

Which we were. We were close enough to the top that I didn’t even have time to protest again. JP put his cock away and I patted my hair down and made sure my tits weren’t popping out of my tank top. When the doors opened to let us off the gondola, both of us looked presentable, though I was pretty sure my face was still a little flushed and JP strategically carried his suit jacket folded over his forearm, somehow still managing to look casual and unsuspecting even though he was holding it in front of him.

“Told you so,” he murmured as we strolled away from the crowd near the gondola.

“Excuse me?” I said, raising my eyebrow as I matched his soft tone.

“I told you I’d end up walking around the top of a mountain with a hard-on instead of getting to come.”

“Need I remind you who insisted I grind on your cock instead of fucking you properly?” I said. “Besides, you said the risk was worth it.”

He glanced at me, much in the same way he’d looked at my nails when I first showed them to him, and tilted his head to the side. “Meh.”

And of course I knew he was joking.

Of course JP didn’t think I was “meh.” We’re talking about a guy who, despite being as much of a slut as I was, had busted early on more than one occasion and said it was because I fucked him so good. A guy who’d put his tongue in my ass. A guy who’d bluntly stated, more than once, that he was attracted to me. I knew damn well he was doing it to get a rise out of me. That he liked my so-called “snooty” look I gave him when he got on my nerves. That he wanted me to look at him, insulted, so he could laugh and revel in the fact that he’d gotten on my nerves.

So of course, I mustered up the sweetest smile that I could and looked up at him.

“Well,” I said. “If I’m so ‘meh,’ I guess you don’t need me to take care of that on the way back down.”

“Oh, you won’t be,” he said. “I’m holding off until I get you into the hotel room so I can take my time getting exactly what I need out of you.”

But it wasn’t long before he regretted that decision.

“I really am so incredibly sorry,” the hotel clerk—émeric, who hailed from Strasbourg, France according to the badge on his chest—said in apologetic French as we tried to check in a couple of hours later. “It seems there was a, ah… an influencer who requested a room last minute as they are doing an episode about our hotel, but the night shift did not realize it was already booked.”

“Let me guess,” I said. “You have no more rooms with two beds and the only thing left is like, the honeymoon suite.”

émeric frowned. “Ah, no. Your husband—”

“Oh, we’re not together,” I said without thinking.

“In marriage,” JP added quickly. “As my girlfriend never fails to remind me. Right, ma nounoune ?”

Oh. Right.

“Yeah,” I said, probably unconvincingly. “Get on that, mon … chenille .”

JP winked at émeric. “She calls me that because she’s hoping I’ll have a glow-up one of these days and become son papillion .”

“More like a moth,” I muttered.

“Right,” émeric said, looking at me like I was crazy. “Well, ah, your boyfriend did book a room with only one bed, but there are no rooms.”

We stared at him for a beat.

“No rooms,” JP repeated.

“ Oui ,” émeric said.

“At all?” I asked.

“No rooms at all,” he repeated. “Not here, and not at any of our sister hotels, and according to my supervisor, not at any of the other hotels either.” He shrugged unhelpfully, though he looked like he really did feel bad. “Of course, you will receive a full refund, plus my supervisor has offered to give you enough loyalty points for a week of free stays in the future. And we can provide you with a food voucher for this evening, if that will help.”

“Not really,” JP said. “We’re going to the dinner reception for the business retreat you’re hosting here right now.”

“I see.” émeric grimaced, typing quickly on his computer. “Ah, well, I can refund the cost of your girlfriend’s spa visit from earlier, if you would like?”

“Actually,” I said. “Do you have free passes for the gondola?”

I’m sure émeric thought I was crazy. But he didn’t get to see the look on JP’s face when we got back on the gondola.

He didn’t get to watch the easygoing mask JP almost always wore fall away to desperation.

He didn’t get to hear the slight crack in JP’s voice as he set his suit jacket to the side, his cock tenting his pants, and whispered “Please.”

Just that.

Just “ Please .”

And émeric didn’t get the semi-smug sensation of indulgent satisfaction that I did after making JP flood my mouth and throat with rope after rope of cum before we were even halfway back up the mountain.