“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, Roark. I’m beginning to consider the very real possibility that I might be snowed in with a deranged madman. Tell me … am I?”
He ignores my playful inquiry, full lips tilted up as he stares down at his military style watch, telling me, “All right, the thing should be heated up by now. Here, take a shot of Blanton’s with me before we race for it. Trust me, it’ll help.”
He carefully slides me the small shot glass that’s filled to the brim with the amber-hued bourbon. He stares deep into my eyes, glass raised, and toasts, “This one’s for you. To survival.”
“To survival.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and gulp it down, surprised by the smoothness of the strong liquor. Definitely a world away from the shots I’ve done on occasion at house parties back in Bozeman.
I watch as he does another quick shot, placing his empty glass down beside the round bottle. “When I give the thumbs up,” he tells me, “go ahead and strip down to your underwear, shove your feet into my boots over there and run out onto the back porch. I’m heading out now to pull the cover off the hot tub. Once we’re down in the water, it should be heaven. Cranked the bastard up to maximum.”
“I’m trusting you, Roark, as crazy as this is.”
I lose track of what I’m saying as he methodically begins to peel off his clothes in the middle of the dimly lit kitchen. His jeans are the first to go, the weight of his thick leather belt pulling the mass straight down toward the floor. My mouth fills with saliva at the sight of his toned legs dusted with hair a few shades darker than his beard. He tugs impatiently at each sock then stands to grip his shirt by the back of the neck, dragging the Henley up and over his powerful frame. Now he’s wearing only a pair of deliciously tight black boxer briefs.
My mind shuts down as everything coils tight inside me. I’m screaming out for his impressive body to claim mine. He looks like a fighter—a scarred, beautifully tragic gladiator. There is a horrendous scar that zigzags along one side of his chest but it does nothing to take away from his sexiness. Everything about him screams pure, dominant male. My body is throbbing with blatant lust and he seems oblivious to my stare, saying playfully, “See you on the other side, and you’d better not back out on me, snow angel, ’cause you gotta know I’m crazy enough to come back inside and toss your little ass over my shoulder if needed.”
Yes, please.
With that, he turns, slides open the glass door, and dashes out—a large, shadowy figure in the blustery night. He swiftly flips off the cover and the steam from the hot tub billows out. Moments later I hear him shout, “Feels awesome. C’mon, Sabine!”
The snow is swirling everywhere and he’s lowered himself so far down into the water that the only part of him that’s visible is his face. The heavy vapor is making it hard to see even that.
After dinner I made a quick call to my parents to check on Aldo and Ben. I learned that Ben’s in stable condition and Aldo’s in intensive care, after a lengthy surgery to replace his shattered hip and two slipped discs. He’s lucky to be alive. Knowing they are both going to recover and that my parents now have my exact address makes it easier to relax and enjoy the sensual mystery known as Roark.
His deep shout pulls me out of my thoughts, “Second thoughts, baby doll?”
I shake my head and hold up a finger before pulling off my top. I wonder if he can see me clearly. I wish I’d put on a sexier bra and panty set this morning, but how the hell was I supposed to know I’d wind up hot-tubbing it with a total hockey God? I shed my ski pants earlier, leaving me in nothing but a pair of swirl-patterned gray and black leggings. Sucking in a deep breath for confidence, I wiggle them down my hips and pull them off, along with his thick, cozy socks. I adjust the little lace band on my coral-colored panties and nervously head for the door. Here goes nothing. Why not add some more excitement to this chaotic day?
I rush to slide my feet into his giant North Face boots and slide the door open.
“Ahhh!” I scream and nearly turn back from the face-smacking shock of the bitterly cold air. But he yells encouragingly, “Hurry! It’s agony till you get in. But trust me, I promise it’s heaven then.”
I ditch the boots and nearly leap over the side in my crazed attempt to get out of the vicious cold. He was right; the second my body hits the water it’s like being wrapped from head to toe in an electric blanket … awesome.
“Roark!” I shriek as he grabs for my ankles, tugging gently, dragging me the short distance across to him.
He doesn’t stop until our bodies connect and I’m straddling his submerged lap.
Oh God! Hell yeah ….
“Better?” His husky voice comes out impossibly deep as I inch closer, unable to resist the hypnotic effect of his hot, smooth skin.
Our noses are nearly touching when I whisper shyly, “Mmm, a lot better.”
My hair is floating around us in the backlit water. Cupping the back of my head with his left palm, he pulls me closer until our lips connect. My eyes slide shut as I luxuriate in his fluid control. He practically consumes me in his quest to dominate.
Never, ever have I experienced anything like this … like him.
His probing tongue slips across my lips, demanding entry. My lips part for him, a soft moan coming from deep within my chest—a plea for more. His arm tightens firmly around my lower back and I sense his control slipping a notch. The kiss that began slowly is rapidly turning aggressive and consuming.
I can’t resist.
I let my hand trail down his toned chest, fingers meandering through the fine dusting of hair then lower until I brush against the waistband. Teasing fingers drift back and forth against male flesh. I hesitate, my sexual bravado faltering. In the blink of an eye, the hand caressing the back of my hair is gone. It’s covering my hand, urging me on.
He pulls back from the kiss to whisper encouragingly against my ear, “Your touch is making me so damn crazy. You’re so beautiful, baby. It’s taking everything I’ve got to hold myself in check. Want all of you so badly.”
His raw words spur me on, giving me the encouragement I need to wrap my hand around his sex. My eyes flare at his size, which is slightly north of massive. He’s watching my reaction and his expression turns carnal as my tongue snakes out to lightly flick across his top lip. I begin to stroke him firmly through the saturated cotton.
More. I have to feel him ….
I’m greedy, wanting to know his body, unwilling to wait a second longer. I go for it, working my fingers down low into his boxer briefs until my skin finds his. My hand closes and I sigh … just like warm steel encased in velvet … surreal.
He groans low, the predatory sound making my neck hairs stand on end. His callused hands have taken on a life of their own, caressing my breasts with focused male intent. I feel my bra straps slip down my shoulders right before his thumbs brush against both my bare nipples.
His seductive whisper floats across to me through the steam, “Holy fuck, you’re so pretty and soft. Christ, angel, your touch is ….”
I’m embarrassed by his masculine praise and lean closer, silencing him with a passionate kiss. Things take a frantic turn when one of his hands finds its way down into my panties, his fingers seeking out my pulsing sex.
“Roark ….” I plead in a shaky voice, urging him on.
I realize that I’m grinding my hips against him like a total courtesan, only a thread away from begging him to shove into me.
Where the hell has my sanity gone? At this point, I could care less so as long as we keep up the sexy exploring game.
* * *
Her feminine scent is messing with my head. The fantastic smell reminds me of an endless field of wildflowers I used to bike past on my way to school as a kid. Her little hand is eagerly fisting my cock, sending me into a tailspin of unchecked lust.
I’m trying to be gentle but the powerful effect she has on me is making that next to impossible. She’s writhing all over me as I slip my fingers into her panties, bound and determined to explore her insane beauty. I swirl my thumb across her clit, which causes her to moan out my name.
Nothing sexier …. Fuck ….
“Yeah, you like that, angel. Need more?”
“Mmm, hmmm … please. Don’t stop touching me … feels so unreal.”
“I won’t, promise you that, darlin’.”
I press firmly, working her tight bundle of nerves against the pad of my thumb. The way she’s going to town with that little hand around my cock is shoving my restraint straight into the red zone. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to re-group, nearly coming as her hand slips lower to gently caress my balls.
“Shit, yeah, so damn good, Sabine ….”
She plays faster, running her tongue across my lips, whispering sexily, “I want to watch you cum. Let me make you cum like this … please.”
“You’re killin’ me, beauty. You will, but not yet, not till I get your sweet body there for me.”
She gasps as my index finger slips deep inside her soaked little pussy, pumping in and out, determined to give her what she wants.
Jesus, she’s so tight and silky soft that it’ll be a challenge to get inside of her if we ever fuck, which I hope to God happens. If not, I’ll be fantasizing about taking her for the next several lifetimes.
She’s crying out against my neck and I ask slyly, “You like that, sugar, need more?”
“Yes, yes! Just like that!”
“Mmm, you’re so sexy, baby, love watching you get wild for me like this. It’s erotic as hell.”
I add another finger, gently working them in and out of her slick passage, adding my thumb back into the mix, working that tiny clit hard and fast. Suddenly she tenses. Her grip tightens around my dick, and she cries out, shattering on top of me. I can feel her clenching tightly against my fingers as I work her faster, encouraging her, “That’s right, give it up to me! Give me that sexy orgasm of yours, angel.”
She rides the pleasure out before pitching forward against me, gasping for air, and I can’t resist trailing my tongue along her damp neck.
Slowly she leans back, her face a mask of blissed-out female relaxation.
She shakes her head back and forth, her hair playing against my beard. “You’re a bad, bad man—”
“Oh, I know. I love to be very filthy, especially with someone as addictive as you, Sabine.”
She wiggles against me and in a seductive tone says, “My turn to watch you now, Roark. Stretch your hands out along the sides of the hot tub, palms flat.”
Naughty girl ….
I do it and she wastes no time, feeling around below the gurgling water to pull my underwear down my legs. I kick them off my feet and spread my legs wide. Both her hands get busy, driving me insane with her sexy touch.
“Tighter,” I grind out.
She’s into it, panting, eyes glazed with lust as she watches me.
“So hot, baby. I’m really close.”
“You’re so gorgeous like this, Roark.”
She pumps her clenched fists faster. Her thumb passes over and back against the sensitive head and I lose it, cranking my neck back to shout out into the night as wave after wave of mind-bending pleasure pulses through my amped up body. So damn amazing ….
My body feels electric as I struggle to get the words out, “Christ, woman, your touch makes me crazy. That was unbelievable.”
She snuggles against me, the blasting heat from the steam keeping us safe from the nasty night. Her lips begin a light trail of kisses along my shoulder and she tells me softly, “I wanted to make you feel good, Roark. I wanted to show you how incredibly attracted I am to you.”
I pull her hair back with one hand and use the other to tip her chin up until she is staring into my eyes. “I wish I was better with the sentimental shit, Sabine, I really do, but I need you to understand that I’m a really private man. What’s developing between us is genuine, and that’s not something I would ever say without meaning it.”
“Thank you for sharing, Roark.”
I kiss her long and slow before reluctantly pulling back. “I’m thinking my little snow angel has about reached her limit of excitement today. Off to bed for you, sleepy girl.”
She gives a little stretch, followed by a contented yawn. “I agree. So tired ….”
“Let’s rinse off upstairs and I’ll tuck you into bed.”
“Mmm. perfect, Roark.”