Snowed In With You

Chapter Nineteen

Sara

The Thai food arrived and we consumed it like we hadn’t seen food in days – which was sort of true.

Tibs came and curled up on my lap and I sank my hand into his soft fur while Fletcher amused me with more stories about Rob.

I guess he figured that since my brother had screwed us over, he had the right to dish a little dirt on the guy – not that I was complaining, I now had so much blackmail material on him.

We ended up back on the sofa and Fletch turned on the TV opposite, it was big enough that the light hurt my eyes at first.

Fletcher stretched out a hand and rubbed my stomach, I let out a little oof of breath at the contact.

‘Be careful,’ I warned, ‘I’m so full I might actually explode in a moment.’

His hand slid lower, ‘Is this better?’

A smirk tugged at my mouth but I pushed it down, ‘I don’t think I can do anything too vigorous right now, Fletch.’

‘That’s okay gorgeous, you can stay exactly as you are for what I have in mind.’

‘Oh? And what’s that?’

Fletcher slid off of the sofa and onto his knees before me with a cocky smirk that had me instantly turned on, ‘Dessert.’ He pulled down my bottoms and I let out a sigh at the feel of his hands skating down my thighs, one leg pulled free of my clothes and then the other and he let out a pleased hum as he spread me wide.

I was aching for his touch but he seemed content to take his time, kissing up first one thigh and then the other, lingering around the sensitive crease of my leg until I impatiently tilted my hips.

Craving contact.

‘Considering how full you said you were, you definitely seem eager for more,’ he said innocently as he pressed a finger into me and curled it in the way I liked, I pressed my hips down desperately.

‘I’m just looking forward to when I get to have my way with you,’ I said and he gave a low laugh.

‘What do you think you’re doing to me right now, gorgeous?’

He bent his head and I couldn’t look away as his tongue brushed over my clit and his mouth found me, sucking gently until I couldn’t hold my head up any longer.

‘Fletcher,’ I gasped as his finger slid in and out at a torturously slow pace while he tasted me like he was savouring it.

‘Yes?’ he asked, pulling away and licking his lips, when I said nothing else a hint of satisfaction spilled across his face and he bent back to my pussy eagerly.

I felt dizzy with pleasure as he worked me with his hands and tongue and I was close, so close.

I opened my eyes and saw Tibs watching us.

‘Fletcher.’

‘Mm?’

‘I can’t do this,’ I said around a breathy moan.

‘What, this?’ he asked, speeding up the pace of his fingers until I held on to the sofa, forgetting momentarily what I’d even been saying – why would I ever want him to stop? Then I opened my eyes again and remembered.

‘No, no, I can’t do this right now.’

Fletcher stopped and looked at me in alarm, his hair was mussed and his mouth was glistening and I tried so hard to focus my thoughts as he moved a hand to my knee, stroking it comfortingly.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I–’ Maybe I was being stupid.

But when I slid my gaze to the left again and found Tibs’ unwavering stare I knew we needed to move.

‘Your cat is watching us.’

For a second Fletcher just stared at me like I was speaking another language and then he burst out laughing, resting his head on my leg.

I felt uncomfortably slippery as the mood started to evaporate, but then Fletcher stood and bent, scooping me up into his arms as I squealed.

‘The bedroom it is, then,’ He grinned and I pressed small kisses to his neck as we walked down the hallway to his bedroom.

He placed me down onto the bed and I unbuckled his belt before he could step away, palming his dick through his jeans and delighting in the way his head fell back, exposing the long and golden column of his throat.

‘You really don’t have to–’

‘I want to,’ I said as I unzipped his fly, the sound raising goosebumps across my skin.

His underwear was tight and dark blue and I looked up at him as I took him in my hand, feeling him jump against me.

At the first touch of my lips he fisted his hands at his side and as I slid my tongue over his head he moaned my name.

There was something very powerful about knowing you could make someone completely undone with just your touch, and I felt that moving through me as I took him deep into my mouth, giving a small gasp of pleasure when his hand found my breast and began squeezing it.

‘You are just–’ his eyes were glazed as they looked down at me, he licked his lips as he watched me take him in again, increasing the suction until he swayed lightly on his feet and buried his hand in my hair to stay upright.

He tasted salty and smokey on my tongue and I drew back with one last flick of my tongue before this could be over – I wasn’t done with him yet.

Fletcher brought his mouth to mine and I sighed into him.

He took a step away from the bed and drew his shirt over his head, my eyes followed the bunching and smoothing of his muscles as he stripped for me.

This time was different though, this time, I would get to touch.

His underwear fell to the floor and a tingle of anticipation made me feel a little nervous, despite the fact that we’d already had sex at the lodge, this felt like a step further.

‘You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this the past month, having you here in my bed,’ his voice was husky and suddenly I felt like I couldn’t wait another second, needing him inside me.

‘I probably do, because I’ve been thinking about the same thing since the wedding.’

A smug look overtook his face and I grinned, pulling my top up and over my head, leaving myself entirely bare for him.

Fletch stopped and looked at me, a flush spread across my skin as he closed the few steps between us and climbed onto the bed.

‘Bend over,’ he ordered and I obeyed, getting on o my hands and knees.

He moved behind me and took a hold of my wrists, sliding my hands further out so my nipples brushed the bed cover and then moving his hands back to rest on my hips.

‘Open your legs.’ He gave a low groan when I did and I knew he was as desperate as me in that moment.

‘Touch yourself,’ these words were softer, but still demanding and I moved one of my hands down and began to stroke my clit while he watched.

‘Good, I’m going to make you come for me now Sara.’

I moaned his name and didn’t have time to prepare before he was filling me, stretching me out as I continued to press my fingers against myself.

‘Fletcher,’ I panted and thrust my hips back against him, begging for more, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke.

‘God, I love the way you move.’ He drew back and then pushed into me again, harder, faster, until my hips were rolling helplessly into his and the only sounds were our moans and our bodies meeting.

Fletcher cursed as I tightened around him, ‘Not yet.’ Cupping me under my thighs, he gently withdrew before laying back and tugging me on top of him.

‘I want you to ride me until you come, Sara.

I want you to scream for me when you do.’

I let my legs fall wide and felt him near my entrance as I situated myself, sinking down onto him in a way that was altogether deeper and somehow more.

I drew my legs up slightly and ground against him, lifting myself and bouncing, loving the way he shuddered underneath my body, the way his hands gripped my ass.

I increased the pace but it wasn’t enough, I needed it to be faster, I wanted more of him.

I leaned forward and pressed our lips together, letting him take over as he held me to his chest and fucked me until I was shaking, shouting out his name.

When the sweat had started to cool on our bodies, he moved me off to his side and stroked my hair.

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

It was strange, with Rob I felt our age difference so keenly, but I was twenty-seven and Fletch was thirty-two and it seemed easy as breathing for us.

‘Do you mind that I’m a bit younger than you?’ I asked sleepily and Fletcher’s eyebrows scrunched together.

‘Not at all, I don’t even notice the gap.

Why, does it bother you?’

‘No, I was just thinking how it’s strange that I can always feel the difference when I’m with Rob even though he’s only a few years older.’

‘That’s because Rob is thirty-going-on-seventy.’ I laughed because it was true, I often felt like my brother was a little too serious.

‘Though, to be fair that’s pretty common when you’re forced to grow up maybe a little too fast.

You were what, nine, when your dad died?’

‘Yeah,’ I said quietly, ‘I feel bad though because I just don’t remember him the way Rob can, you know? Ugh, let’s not talk about my brother right now.’

‘Okay,’ Fletcher said gently, tucking a strand of red hair behind my ear, ‘what do you want to talk about?’

‘You,’ I said with a smile that spelled mischief, ‘let’s start with girlfriends shall we?’