Chapter 26 Henri #2
I yelp as my body is dragged to the center of the bed. He yanks the boxers from my body, leaving me in only the sweater as he gets to work. The brown scarf he winds around me then secures to a bedpost is soft, but tight enough that I won’t slip free if I tug against it.
“Open those legs for me, baby,” he instructs and I obey.
Fuck there it is again, that thrill that comes with not having to make decisions and just giving up control.
With both legs spread wide he crawls over me, pausing for a moment to swipe his tongue over my slit. I buck, but my legs stay where they are.
“I’ve been imagining what you’d look like all tied up for me since the day I showed you around my office and you rubbed your ass all over me.” The back of his hand trails up my thigh, sending a spray of goose bumps up my flesh and causing my nipples to tighten. “Perfect. Arms up.”
“The sweater,” I say even as I hold up my arms and he secures my wrists together over my head.
“My sweater is staying on while I fuck you.” He leans in, pressing a kiss against my cheek. “Gotta keep you warm. Now, close those eyes for me and relax.”
The final scarf is folded so it covers my face and I’m in complete darkness.
He gets off me and my body protests, arching to find him, to call him back to me. The crinkle of a wrapper cuts through the air.
“You brought the condoms?” I laugh.
“Of course I did. I wasn’t going to get here unprepared in case, well, in case this happened.” He chuckles.
I hear him walk toward where I think the end of the bed is. Everything in me tunes into him and this moment. Anticipation builds alongside my increasing heart rate.
The bed moves. Fuck. What is he going to do? Is he going to fuck me? Eat me out?
His mouth connects to my clit, sucking. I moan, pulling against my restraints.
He laps at me hungrily before fucking me with his tongue and I scream his name.
Not seeing him and not knowing what he’ll do next adds a dose of adrenaline that heightens every sensation swirling through me.
I’ve never gotten this close to coming so fast.
And then he’s gone, pulling away.
“Fuck you,” I bite out. “Edging me after this morning.”
“Call it payback.”
He thinks he’s so clever. And he just might be, having me like this to play with as he likes.
There’s another shift, then his thigh brushes over mine and his dick teases along my pussy as he coats himself. He thrusts into me in one go and I curse for all I’m worth. He’s relentless, picking up a brutal, punishing pace that causes the iron bed frame to rattle against the wall.
“Maybe I’ll just keep you like this forever. Splayed out for me whenever I want. Tell me that doesn’t sound good.”
But my brain has officially melted and I can’t think of any other word besides his name. It bursts out of me over and over again as my body tenses. The orgasm causes stars to explode in the darkness of my covered eyes. All I am is blinding pleasure as he fucks me through it.
He pulls out and I sag into the mattress. His legs straddle me, knees landing near my waist and there’s a sound? Fuck, what is that?
Cold flashes across my chest as he flips up the sweater.
“These tits.” His fingers work over my nipples, pinching and rolling them between thumb and forefinger in a way that zaps down to my clit. “I’m going to use them to make myself come. Okay, baby?”
“Yes, fuck. Do it.”
Large hands cup my breasts and press them together. His hard cock pushes against them and works into the tight gap. He groans as he thrusts, still toying with my nipples, as he chases his own pleasure. I can't think of anything hotter than how he is obsessed with every inch of my body.
It can’t be more than a minute before he groans and a gush of warm liquid covers me.
“You have no idea how good you look, Henri.”
“There’s one way to show me.”
I have to blink against the light as the scarf is removed. Then Liam runs a finger through the cum coating my breasts and stomach. He lifts it to my mouth and I lick it clean.
“All warmed up?” he asks with a smirk.
“Nice and toasty.” I lick my lips.
He unties me from the bed and cleans me up with a warm towel.
We end up agreeing to stay at the cabin the amount of time we originally intended to, and will be heading back on Christmas Eve.
We go to bed together again that night and the heater struggles against the low temperature, but with Liam pressed against me it’s not bad at all.
The next day, I join him on the slope, cheering him on as he slowly regains his confidence on the run. After, I work the tension from his stiff muscles with a massage that ends with us both naked and ravenous.
I can’t push past the feeling that this all feels like a dream. Like we’re trapped in a snow globe while the rest of the world continues to move around us.
After a slow morning, we call Jasmine and Iris on Christmas Eve.
The intention was just to call Iris and apologize, but she heard Liam and then it turned into a FaceTime call.
We caught up on what we’ve been up to while they tell us about the New Years masquerade party they’ve been planning with Marty and Alexi.
“Speaking of work, this one has kept me so distracted that I haven’t finished the article,” Liam says, kissing my cheek as he gets up off the couch.
I wrap myself tighter in the blanket. “Um, Jasmine, could we have a moment?” I ask.
“Sure thing.” She nods. “I need to pick up dinner anyway. My girlfriend is craving a good slice.”
This has me raising my brows as Jasmine maneuvers off screen and the muffled sound of a door comes from the other side of the call. “Girlfriend?”
Iris bites her lip. “You know I haven’t been a girlfriend for a long time.”
“I know. I’m really happy for you and really sorry for being an ass when all you ever do is help and accommodate me,” I say.
“Oh, bitch, you’re not the only one with commitment issues here. We’ve been enabling the fuck out of each other. I just let you think you’re the mastermind.”
“You’re so brave admitting that miles away.”
She sticks her tongue out. “So, are you going to open the email or just live in limbo?”
“I did.”
“And.”
“I . . .” I let my face fall for a moment and can practically see her trying to find people to cover her shifts so she can fly out here and comfort me. “Got in with an assistantship!”
“Rude. You had me worried there for a second. I wish I could throw a pillow at you.”
“Payback and you’ll have plenty of time for pillow throwing when I’m back.”
“And the deal with Liam? I mean besides the fact that you have the most severe case of sex hair I’ve ever seen.”
“We’re using all the time we have left here, and I’m trying to pretend I’m going to be fine at the end of this,” I admit.
“I’ll have a bottle of wine ready when you get back and a full day where we can watch Sex and the City and I promise to listen to all of your fashion commentary like I understand it.”
“But for now. I’m happy.”
“And thoroughly dicked down, thank God.” On the screen we both wear goofy smiles.
That night, Liam and I pack up the snowmobiles and head back to the house. Juniper and Peter are out working, but we spend the night with Ally and Penelope, who gives us a smirk the moment we get inside.
All of this is actually happening. The house with the big windows, giving us a clear view of the snow falling outside, and too many hastily decorated trees.
The laughs that bubble out of us as Liam tries to drink hot chocolate and gets whipped cream on his nose as A Christmas Carol plays in the background.
And after, when we pad up the stairs and Liam pulls me into his childhood bedroom. With its walls lined with medals and newspaper clippings, I know for the first time in years, I’ll get to wake up and spend Christmas with someone I love.