Never Been Snow Lucky (Snowed Inn Romance)

Chapter 11

11

IRIS

I woke up sore but also happier than I’d ever been on a Christmas morning, even more than when I was a kid. There was a delicious throb between my thighs, and my head was still clouded with the sexy dream I’d been having. It felt so real…similar to the mind-blowing sensations I’d experienced last night when Jack claimed me as his.

The orgasm building in my dream didn’t dissipate as the fog of sleep cleared, and my eyes fluttered open. Glancing down my body, I quickly realized this wasn’t a fantasy. There was a very real Jack with his tongue between my legs as he smiled up at me.

“Morning,” he murmured against my damp flesh.

“Merry Christmas,” I replied with a moan, as little bursts of pleasure shot through my skin.

“You feeling okay this morning? Need me to massage anything out?” he asked, kissing a line up my thigh.

“I’m feeling perfect,” I said, and I had never meant anything more.

It was the first time in a long while that Christmas had truly felt magical. My parents were still planning to fly into Winter Falls as soon as the airport opened back up, and if Jack was feeling the way I did, then it would be the first time I’d be able to introduce a boyfriend to them.

“What about you? Do you need me to massage anything?” I asked, sitting up slightly to stare down at his naked body.

He was lean with abs upon abs that I’d run my hand over so many times as we cuddled together.

His dick was also hard, and I licked my lips, looking down at the thick shaft.

I’d never even touched one or seen the goods up close on a person before Jack. It wasn’t that I’d been saving myself for marriage or anything like that. I’d just wanted the first time I went to bed with a guy for it to be special. To at least be able to see myself falling head over heels for him in a way that I’d never seen with my parents.

Jack had been well worth the wait. After how good he made me feel, I wanted to do the same for him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the tray of Christmas cookies and hot chocolate still on my bedside table from our little snack between bouts of sex late last night. Most had been eaten, but one still had a big heap of white frosting.

Perfect.

“Come here.” I motioned with my finger, luring him toward the top of the bed.

“You know you don’t have to do anything, angel, especially with your wrist,” he said, but still crawled to the top of the mattress.

I smiled up at him, stretching over the bed until I grabbed one of the cookies.

He raised an eyebrow, looking between my face and my right hand.

“Are you going to feed me?” he asked.

“Nope, I’ll be the one eating this time around.” I perched the cookie on his thick thigh before using my finger as a spoon to scoop some of the frosting. Then I slowly trailed the sugary topping on his dick, smearing it all over.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as he stared down at his cock.

I kept my eyes on him while my tongue darted out, licking just a little bit of the frosting, not even touching his skin. When he smiled, I did it again, but this time, I let my tongue linger, going down his shaft and tasting the saltiness of his skin along with the sweetness of the frosting.

He moaned, his hips jerking slightly toward my mouth.

“Is this okay?” I asked, looking up at him as I licked up the other side, getting more skin than frosting this time.

“It’s more than okay, angel,” he reassured me, his fingers going to my hair, pushing it out of my face. “You’re so perfect the way you lick my cock.”

“What if I did this?” I asked, breathing over just the tip before wrapping my mouth around it.

I’d never given a blow job before, but the pleasure burning in Jack’s eyes gave me all of the courage I needed. I decided to try to take his dick down like I would a popsicle, my tongue swirling around the ridges as I licked every bit of frosting from his skin.

His hips jerked forward, pushing his hard length deeper into my mouth.

I knew I couldn’t take it all, but I tried relaxing my jaw, spittle coming out of the sides of my mouth as I took him deeper.

“Fuck,” he moaned, abruptly pulling back so his dick slid out of me.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, blinking hard as I wiped my mouth, worried that I’d somehow messed this all up.

I’d been so into what I had been doing, but maybe I missed my teeth scraping against his skin too hard?

My shoulders trembled as I tried not to cry, but Jack put his hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at his darkened stare.

“No, angel. You did nothing wrong. Your sweet mouth felt too damn good wrapped around my cock, and I didn’t want to come in your mouth. I wanted to save that for your pretty little pussy.”

My confidence soared with his answer. Slowly, I sat up, pressing my body to his before kissing him. The touch of my mouth against his was light and tender, but my hands roamed over the plains of his body.

Snagging the cookie, I set it back on the plate. Then I pushed him down to a sitting position before I straddled his thighs.

“Like this?” I whispered against his lips, my bare pussy hovering just above his dick.

“You gonna ride my cock, angel?” he murmured, his fingers gripping my hips.

“I’m going to try, but you may have to guide me,” I replied, starting to feel a little nervous since I’d never done this before.

“I’d love to.”

Slowly, he helped me situate myself over him, then used his hand to hold his cock while I sank down, taking him all in.

His eyelids fluttered as he moaned. “Damn, angel, you feel so good.”

“Mmm, you do too,” I moaned, automatically moving my hips to meet his.

This position had his dick hitting parts of me I didn’t know existed. Each movement of my thrust had heat blooming between my thighs. I was already so close to a release, and we’d barely even started. Something that Jack didn’t miss.

“That’s it, angel, come all over my cock,” he growled, his fingers going between us to rub my clit while pushing his dick in and out of me.

I gripped hard onto his shoulders, riding hard as I felt my orgasm slam down. I moaned loudly, not caring who else was up and what they heard because the pleasure was more exquisite than anything I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he murmured, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking my arousal from them.

“Only for you,” I said, leaning forward and crushing my lips to his.

I could taste my own saltiness on his lips combined with the sugar cookie frosting, and the combination somehow turned me on even more.

We rocked together, each pump of his hips feeling better than the last as he picked up the pace and I matched it. His fingers worked my clit until I was in a frenzy, bucking hard and having to lean back as I bit my lip to keep from screaming and waking up everyone in the resort.

He groaned, gripping my hips and flipping me onto my back as he situated himself between my thighs. Then he pounded against my pussy, filling me to the hilt each time.

“Fuck, angel. I’m gonna come. Want you to come again with me. Let me feel you on my cock,” he moaned, his fingers going to my clit again as he rubbed circles in the same motion he moved his dick.

I came harder than I thought possible, stars sparkling behind my eyes as my whole body shook around him. He emptied into me, and I wiggled my hips, making sure I took every last drop of him.

Having sex without a condom with a guy I’d only met three days ago was reckless, a word that had never described me before. But I already trusted Jack with every part of myself—heart, body, and soul.

Finally, he collapsed onto my chest, his breathing ragged and going the same beat as my heart. We lay there, a sweaty and sticky mess, but both of us were too tired to move or to say anything.

Then finally, Jack looked up, pushing my hair out of my face. “I hate to say it, but we should probably clean up and head downstairs at some point today.”

I didn’t want to burst our little bubble, but I knew he had responsibilities that needed to be fulfilled. “Yeah, I guess I can’t keep you all to myself, even though it’s Christmas. Someone is bound to wonder where you are.”