Chapter 4
THE HOTTEST SNOWPOCALYPSE
APRIL
I gazed up into Bridger’s eyes, and anticipation bubbled up inside me.
Our bodies were so close that his hot breath washed over my skin.
That smile of his did something fun and naughty to my lower belly.
And so did his dark eyes, glimmering with desire, hidden cleverly beneath thick lashes. Delicious.
I didn’t always trust men with my body. Especially in New York and L.A. where it felt like the only way to exist was heroin chic. I wanted to prove that curves and thick thighs and soft bodies were beautiful and worthy of being worshipped too.
My failed talent agency had made me doubt that.
Bridger’s absolute lust for me both in this moment and when we’d kissed up at my cabin, helped me remember.
I could read the truth in him. He wasn’t faking any bit of this heat radiating between us just to get his dick wet.
He was hot for me, and that right there made me trust him so much more than I had anyone else in my love life.
Jumping into bed with someone I’d met just a few hours ago wasn’t something I’d ever done before, and I likely wouldn’t ever do again.
Aside from the whole we didn’t die in a snowpocalypse so let’s prove to the universe just how alive we are thing, there was something about him that was just..
. right. Right for me. I felt that at a gut level, and I couldn’t wait to get to know him better to see what truth there was to that instinct.
After we fucked each other’s brains out.
This was going to be lots of fun. I grabbed hold of his shirt and tugged it open so the buttons went flying. With a quick yank of his collar, I pulled him tight against me, our lips mere centimeters apart.
A claim I’d longed to say to the right man, came easily with Bridger. I mouthed the words against his lips. “You belong to me, big boy.”
He chuckled, his amber eyes twinkling in the firelight. I ran my hands along the hard planes of his chest and felt his muscles ripple beneath my touch.
“Say it again,” he commanded. His voice was low and seductive, like dark honey drizzling over me.
“You. Belong. To me,” I breathed against his mouth, feeling out of control in all the best kinds of ways.
His lips brushed against mine and he growled out his reply, “And you’re mine now too.”
He yanked my coat off my arms and tossed it aside, then slipped his hands under the hem of my sweater to pull it over my head.
I expected his fingers to be cold, but his touch seared me as he slid the material up and over my head.
When my head popped out, he waggled his eyebrows at me and trapped my arms in the sweater, holding them over my head, forcing me to arch my back.
With an entirely too-delicious sparkle in his eye, he backed me up against the wall next to the fireplace and trapped me there with his big, strong body.
“I’ve been dying to taste this particular spot of skin since the moment I saw you.” His hand roamed across my waist, then up and up, learning every single nook and cranny of my curves. Shivers went down to my toes, and I leaned into his touch.
“That’s not one spot.” The words came out in a gasp as he skimmed his knuckles over my bra and across the tops of my breasts, not giving me half of what I wanted. Tease.
“I want to taste all of you.”
Bridger bent his head and pressed his lips to the spot his fingers had just been. Instead of a soft kiss, he scraped his teeth across my skin, nipped at me, and then kissed away the sting.
My breath hitched, and I groaned out at every new sensation that crashed through me. “Then taste me. All of me.”
“You are so damn beautiful. Every inch of you.” He whispered these sweet nothings, punctuated with soft kisses and little nips all up and down my throat.
I was a model. I knew I was beautiful, even when what felt like the rest of the world didn’t.
But when he said it, his words empowered me in a way that had me feeling so alive in this moment.
With him, and only him, the binds of any inhibitions or doubts that were holding me back broke, and I was free.
He finally yanked the sweater from my hands and tossed it aside. His fingers went to the back of my neck, and he threaded them through my hair. We stared into each other’s eyes so long, I was sure I’d fallen into a sexy dream.
His eyes flicked from mine down to my lips and stayed there. I didn’t want to break this spell, but I also couldn’t wait for him to kiss me again. I parted my lips on my next breath and tilted my chin up, leaning into him, needing him to meet me the other fifty percent of the way.
Just before he leaned in, he looked so deeply into my eyes as if he wanted to dive into the depths of who I was, and at that moment, all I could think about was how perfect it felt when we were together like this.
We were two souls meeting for the first time, discovering something more powerful than either one of us had ever imagined possible. The look on his face clearly said that he knew this was so much more than a snowy hookup.
Our kiss wasn’t even close to sweet. He nipped at my lips like he had my skin, and it wasn’t long before our tongues were intertwined, wrapping together as if we were made to be together.
He groaned into my mouth and then grabbed my thighs, picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and turning to the open living room.
He was so incredibly strong and after this, I was demanding that he carry me everywhere.
With hardly any effort at all, he bent to his knees, and then pressed me down into the soft, furry rug.
Together, we pulled my jeans down my legs, and Bridger tugged my panties off right after them.
He tossed them over his shoulders, and I giggled at his disdain for my undergarments, until I saw the awe on his face.
He literally licked his lips like a kid about to walk into a candy store with a hundred bucks. With the same careful measure he took with everything else, instead of diving in like I would have, he started slow, running his hands up and down my body to explore every inch of my skin.
His touches weren’t shy. He knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing.
I couldn’t help but moan when he cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over the nipples.
But he was only there long enough to tease me before his fingers were tracing the swell of my tummy and then curve of my hip.
His total possession of each inch of my body left me with a rise and fall of goosebumps, and the anticipation for what he would do next.
I wanted so much to tease him right back with my own touches and words, but I could hardly do more than sigh and moan.
I couldn’t even come up with good dirty talk, and he hadn’t even gotten between my legs yet.
I was the one who was ready to beg now. I’d get him back for that when it was my turn. “Please, Bridger. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m barely getting started. Got to get you nice and warmed up. Just wait until I use your thighs as my own personal earmuffs.”
He moved all the way down, past my thighs, and pressed little kisses and licks across each of my toes and then the tops of my feet.
I’d certainly never thought ankles were an erogenous zone, but every teasing touch had me glowing hotter and hotter.
“Too much more and I won’t just be warm, I’m going to combust and burn the cabin down. ”
“I want you completely melted for me, sweetheart.” He trailed his fingers back up the outside of each leg, inching closer and closer to my core.
“If I melt anymore for you, I’m going to be a pile of goo right here on your carpet.
” The wicked witch of the west, or east as it was, cackled “I’m melting, I’m melting” in my head.
And I might have said it out loud if he hadn’t smiled, dipped his head, brushing his beard along the inside of my thigh, and pulled the fleshiest bit of my leg between his teeth, gently letting it slide between his lips.
I groaned and pushed my hips up, needing him to do that exact same thing to my pussy.
“Bridger, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Not until you’ve melted for me at least a couple dozen times.” Finally, finally, finally he pressed hot kisses against my pussy lips. His tongue darted out, flicking across my clit, tasting me as if I were the most delicious treat he’d ever tasted.
He groaned or growled or both at the same time. It was a guttural moan, unable to hold himself back any longer. That kind of sound that came from a man lost in the moment. Lost in me.
His hands moved from my hips up over my stomach, caressing parts of me I didn’t normally like to be touched.
But with him, every part of me wanted to be caressed, worshipped.
He slid his hands back down and gripped my butt in both hands, holding my pussy tight to his lips, licking and sucking and feasting on me.
The man had a tongue like a god. A really dirty, horny god.
I was going to have the best beard burn after this.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he whispered, as if the words weren’t even for me.
I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved my hands into his hair to hold him right where I needed him most. “Make me come, Bridger. Now.”
Before I even finished my demand, he was on top of me, pushing my arms up over my head and into the carpet.
“I’ll be inside of you when you come for me.
I want to feel your cunt squeezing my cock.
” He said the words with a deep, almost primal force that demanded my submission, and I was powerless to deny him.
I loved this little battle of wills we had going on between us.
Most guys either went all squishy for a dominant woman or wouldn’t play along at all.
“Do you want my cock, April? Or do you want to melt for me some more?”
“Can’t we do both?” I brought my knees up and wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him to me. His answer was to kiss me hard, the taste of my arousal taking me from hot to entirely ooey gooey melted in a second.
Bridger reached into his pocket. How was he still wearing his jeans? He pulled out his wallet and, in a second, had a wrapped condom ready to go. I grabbed the packet, opening it, while he finally undid his jeans and dropped them down around his knees.
Oh. Ooh. He really was the biggest linebacker in the league. Not that I had anything to compare to, but there was no way anyone else in the wide world of sports was... bigger than Bridger Kingman.
Like... if I didn’t know condoms were incredibly flexible, I’d wonder if this thing was even going to fit. But I did know exactly where he was going to fit perfectly. God, I loved a big cock.
Apparently, I’d stared at his equipment for too long, because he grabbed the condom from me and rolled it down. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll go slow.”
He must have thought my open-mouthed, slack-jawed gape was trepidation. He didn’t know how wrong he was. “Don’t you dare.”
I loved the way he commanded what he wanted from me, but I had just as much fun telling him what to do. I wrapped my legs around his waist and twisted until he was underneath me, my weight holding him to the floor, just as his had done to me.
“I want all of you, big boy.” I positioned myself and reached between us, grabbing his cock and notching the head right at my entrance. Then I moved my hips just a few inches and sank down onto his thick shaft, slowly, until he was buried as deep inside of me as I could take him.
His eyes were closed, and his head pushed down into the carpet.
He was taking long, deep breaths, and I recognized his attempt at controlling himself.
But I wanted him out of control. I squeezed my inner muscles rhythmically, punctuating my need for him with my body and my words at the same time. “You’re mine, you are mine.”
I don’t know why it was so important for me to say it out loud like this again, but I needed to verbalize this claim on him. It felt like if I didn’t, he’d slip away from me.
He gasped at the intensity of it all and his eyes shot open, staring up at me before they rolled back in his head. He grabbed onto my hips and held me tight. “You want me to beg you to go faster, don’t you, sweetness?”
“I definitely want to hear you beg.”
I’d never been so bold and had definitely never said anything like that out loud before. Somehow, Bridger’s tough exterior mixed with his sweet but boldly protective inside brought out the truest parts of me I’d hidden from even myself. “Say it, Bridger. Beg me to ride your cock until I come.”
“Holy fuck that’s hot.” His fingers dug into the flesh at my hips. “Yes, fuck me, April. Let me watch you come apart, make yourself come on my cock.”
Okay, so he was probably new to begging, because that was straight up telling me what to do.
But it still hit those buttons for me. I pressed my knees into the soft rug, closed my eyes, threw my head back and resisted every impulse I had to ride him like a naughty, horny cowgirl.
Instead, I slowed both his movements and mine, so that each thrust brought greater pleasure and more intensity than anything I had ever felt before.
Bridger groaned and shifted his angle slightly so that every movement massaged my inner walls in just the right way. He pulled out ever so slightly before plunging back in, each thrust slower and deeper than the last.
Our hearts pounded together in rhythm, and it felt like we were meant to be together.
Like our bodies already knew we were a perfect match.
His hard muscles to my soft curves, his grump to my sunshine, his careful protectiveness to my willingness to jump in with both feet.
We were laying claim to every inch of each other, and nothing could be better.
Oops. I was wrong.
Just as I was about to reach down to stroke myself as I rode him, Bridger shoved my hand out of the way and slid his fingers between us, cupping my pussy, stroking my clit with his thumb.
“This pussy is mine, and so is the orgasm. Ride me, April, take my cock, but I’m the one who’s making you come.”