Chapter 17
Bode
Three hours later, right when I was starting to hope that Wade and Lucky had given up on the idea of snowboarding, the front door burst open with a gust of cold air, and there they were.
Their arms were loaded with bags and boxes, cheeks flushed from the cold, eyes bright with an excitement I recognized all too well.
That pre-season stoke I used to feel. That I couldn’t allow myself to now.
My stomach twisted. Of course it was. Of fucking course.
"Wade." Lucky shot him a look, but he was too excited to register her warning.
"Look at the base!" He pulled a snowboard from its sleeve, the familiar Kona logo gleaming on its surface.
"And I got these bindings that the guy said were perfect for beginners but still responsive enough to progress with, and these boots that fit my giant feet, finding boots my size was nearly impossible" Wade was practically vibrating with enthusiasm, his eyes darting between me and his new gear.
"Lucky kept trying to get me to spend less, but Blake gave us the friends and family discount once he realized we lived with you. "
I swallowed hard, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. "That’s... great."
Lucky squealed as she pulled a new pair of goggles from one of her bags.
"And I got these! My old ones were so scratched, and these have a magnetic lens system so I can swap them out depending on conditions." She bounced on her toes, so genuinely happy that it made my chest ache. “And it’s still snowing, so I think we should hike up the run, don’t you? Wow, I can’t believe we’re hitting the slopes tomorrow! First day of the season!"
"You’re coming with us, right?" Wade asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching my face too.
"The weather says another eight inches tonight," Lucky interrupted, pulling out her phone to show me the forecast. "And the temperatures are staying low, so it won’t get slushy. It’s going to be ideal."
I felt trapped, cornered by their excitement and expectations. The walls seemed to close in, the mountain visible through the windows growing larger, more demanding. I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t talk about snow conditions and base layers and which runs would open first.
My chest tightened, the pressure building inside me like a sealed pressure cooker.
I needed to change the subject. Needed to derail this conversation before it went any further.
Needed them to stop talking about the mountain, about snowboarding, about all the things I couldn’t bear to think about yet.
“Can I suck Wade’s cock yet?"
The words exploded from me without warning, hanging in the silent room like a live grenade.
My ears burned as I realized what I’d said, what I’d offered, out loud, without preamble, in the middle of a conversation about fucking snow reports.
My entire body froze, blood rushing to my face so fast I felt dizzy.
Lucky’s mouth dropped open. For one terrible moment, I thought she could read the panic attack that was looming just behind my wild deflection. Then a slow, wicked smile spread across her face.
"Well," she said, her voice dropping to that lower register that made my cock twitch in instant response. "Someone’s eager."
Wade stood utterly still, the snowboard hanging limply from one hand. His pupils dilated visibly as he stared at me, his breath coming quicker. Whatever excitement he’d felt about his new gear was nothing compared to what I saw in his face now: raw hunger, immediate and overwhelming.
"I..." I started, but no follow-up came to mind. What could I possibly say? Sorry for suggesting I suck your cock to avoid my irrational dread about the winter? The absurdity of it all made me want to laugh.
The snowboard hit the floor with a dull thud as Wade let it slip from his fingers. The expensive gear he’d been so excitedly handling moments before now lay forgotten on the rug. He took a step toward me, stopped, and waited for Lucky’s permission.
With that small concession, her transition from excited snowboarder to sexual dominant was complete. "Upstairs," she commanded. "Both of you. Now."
Wade moved, crossing the room toward the staircase, pausing only to grab my hand and pull me along with him. Lucky followed behind us and the snowboard gear lay scattered across the floor, abandoned like the conversation I’d so desperately needed to escape.
As Wade tugged me up the stairs, his fingers intertwined with mine, I felt a strange mix of relief and terror.
I’d successfully changed the subject, but now I had to follow through.
After seven days of waiting, of watching, of wanting.
It was happening. I was about to discover what Wade Kowalski tasted like.
We stumbled into my bedroom, and I was barely restraining myself from lunging at him. Lucky kicked the door shut behind us, the commanding click of the latch falling into place like the starting gun of a race we’d all been waiting to run.
“What are you waiting for? Get naked,” she said with a cheeky smile.
Wade’s fingers were already at my shirt buttons, working them open with surprising dexterity for such large hands.
I reached for him too, tugging his flannel up and over his head, momentarily breaking our kiss.
We’d done this much before, this fevered undressing, this clash of tongues and teeth, but knowing what was coming next made every touch felt electric, significant in a way it hadn’t before.
Lucky stripped with efficient grace, her clothes falling to the floor in a neat pile.
She was breathtaking, all smooth brown skin and soft curves, her nipples already hard peaks against the cool air of my bedroom.
Wade paused his assault on my clothing to stare at her, and I couldn’t blame him.
Even after a week of seeing her naked, the sight still stopped me in my tracks.
"Don’t get distracted," she commanded, snapping her fingers to regain our attention. "Clothes off. Now."
We obeyed without question, my jeans joining Wade’s on the floor, underwear following quickly after.
The three of us stood naked, breathing hard, the tension in the room thick enough to cut.
Lucky’s eyes traveled over our bodies, lingering on Wade’s cock, which was already fully hard, and impressively thick, before moving to mine, which was catching up quickly.
"On the bed," she directed. "Wade, lie on your back. Bode, on top of him, the other way around."
It took me a moment to process what she meant, but as Wade arranged himself, it became clear she wanted us in a 69 position.
My stomach flipped with a mixture of anticipation and terror.
I followed more hesitantly, positioning myself above him, my knees on either side of his head, my face hovering above his groin.
His cock pulsed, jolting up as if it was reaching for my lips. My mouth watered.
Why did he look so delicious? Wade’s cock was beautifully veined, the swollen, silky head already forming a drop of pre-cum. I wanted to lick his slit. To hear him groan.
Lucky climbed onto the bed beside us. "Wade, show Bode how it’s done."
Without hesitation, Wade gripped my hips, guiding me down until my cock was level with his face. The first touch of his mouth was electric; hot and wet and confident as he swirled his tongue around my head, then took me in. I gasped, my arms nearly buckling at the sensation.
"Holy fuck," I breathed, the words punched out of me as Wade hollowed his cheeks, creating a suction that made my vision blur. He was good at this, his tongue working the underside of my shaft as he took me deeper than anyone had before.
Lucky knelt beside my head, her fingers threading through my hair with gentle pressure. “He looks so pretty with your cock in his mouth. Will you show me how much you like his taste, Bode?”
Wade’s cock was inches from my face, and I breathed in the musky scent of him. Lucky’s hand slid down to cup my cheek, guiding me down.
"He’s waiting for you," she whispered. "See how hard he is? How much he wants your mouth? Start by just licking him.”
I stared at Wade’s cock, thick and flushed, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip, and felt a wave of panic. I’d never done this before. Had no idea if I’d be any good at it. What if I was terrible? What if I used too much teeth? What if I gagged?
"I don’t know how," I said.
Wade’s mouth released my cock with a wet pop. “It’ll feel good no matter what,” he said, his rough with desire but warm with affection. "It’s you. I want your mouth so much, Bode. You don’t even understand.”
His easy acceptance loosened the knot in my chest. This wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a competition. It was only us, figuring things out together.
"Listen to him," Lucky said, her fingers still gentle in my hair. "You’ll look so beautiful with his cock in your mouth. I’ve been drawing it for months, imagining it. Now I get to see it for real."
The reminder of her art, those explicit, detailed drawings that had first awakened these desires in me, sent a fresh pulse of arousal through my body. She’d seen this already, in her mind’s eye. Had created it on paper before it existed in reality.
Wade’s tongue traced a slow stripe up the underside of my cock, and I shuddered. “Let’s play follow the leader,” he murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
I took a deep breath and lowered my head, letting my tongue dart out for a tentative taste.
The flavor was unexpectedly mild, salty and pleasant, with just a slight note of bitterness.
Wade’s hips jerked at the contact, encouraging me.
Emboldened, I gripped the base of his shaft and licked the same stripe he had.
The sensation was foreign but delicious, the silky-soft skin stretched over hardness, the weight on my tongue, the pulsing heat of him.