Chapter Twenty-Two #2
The trail led to an overlook before splitting in two. Alistair parked a safe distance from the edge, angling the snowmobile sideways so we could enjoy the view.
He unclipped his helmet and hung it over the handlebar, and I tugged mine off, too.
“Check out this view, sweetheart.” With each of his breaths, a cloud of white smoke jetted from his nostrils.
“I can’t get over how beautiful it is.”
As much as I was into him, there was no way I could ask him to leave all this behind. The mountains, his house, his job.
There was just no way.
Alistair stepped in front of me, leaned over, and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m glad you like it. Happy Valentine’s Day, Pam.”
He gripped my chin and tilted my face up so he had access to my lips.
Our mouths crashed together, tongues tangling and hands roving over the layers that covered our bodies.
Even through our snow pants, I could feel Alistair’s cock jutting into me, reminding me of just how good it felt when he fucked me.
Suddenly, I was too hot. Too horny. Desperate for him to take me.
“Let’s go back home,” I mumbled against his lips.
“No. I can’t wait. Bend over the snowmobile, and I’ll fuck you right here.” He took off his gloves and shoved them into his coat pocket.
“What if someone drives by and sees us?” My heart raced at the idea, making me aware of how much I liked these risky rendezvous. Alistair undid the button of my snow pants and slipped his hand inside. He swirled his fingers along my entrance and made my breath hitch.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Already so wet. I think you’d like it if someone rode by and saw me fucking you. Wouldn’t you?”
He pumped a finger inside, smiling at the gasp that slipped past my lips. “Go on, babe. Lean over the snowmobile. Enjoy the view while I pound your tight cunt.”
Fuck.
I pulled away, walked around the snowmobile, and stretched out over the seat.
Alistair came up behind me, and I heard the whir of his zipper. He tugged my pants down just enough to give him access to my pussy, and I shuddered when the cold air hit my skin.
“Now this, this is a perfect view.” He ran his palm over my ass and gave it a soft swat.
“Gods,” I groaned. “Again.” I never thought I’d be into spanking, but under Alistair’s hand, I was very much into it.
He brought his palm down on the other cheek, a little harder this time, the sting warming away the cold and making me moan.
“I like seeing your ass covered in my marks. I might have to spank you more often. Now spread those legs and arch your back.”
I spread my legs as much as my bulky pants would allow and pushed my ass out toward Alistair. The snow crunched under his hooves, and I felt the tip of his cock sliding back and forth over my entrance.
He teased me like that, one light thrust after another, just rubbing the tip over my clit.
“Alistair,” I whined, growing frustrated.
I wanted to be fucked, not edged.
He chuckled, dug his fingers into my hips, and forced himself inside with a sharp thrust.
“Shit,” I moaned, bracing myself against the snowmobile.
He ground his hips against me with a satisfied hum. “Fuck, I love being buried inside you.”
He withdrew slowly only to snap his hips forward and drive himself deep again.
Puffs of breath and little moans of pleasure left me each time he forced himself inside me.
Alistair released one of my hips, and I braced myself on the seat, knowing what was coming. His hand clapped down on my ass, and I cried out from the heady mix of pain and pleasure.
He leaned over me slightly and ran his fingertips alongside his cock, coating them with my arousal before massaging my clit. With this new position, his thrusts were shallower, but he increased the speed, slamming into me hard and fast.
Our gasps and grunts were joined by the roar of snowmobiles off in the distance, which meant we weren’t the only ones on the trail.
“You hear that, babe?” Alistair asked. “Better hurry up and come for me, or someone might see us.”
Someone might see us.
Someone might see my massive minotaur boyfriend railing me against a snowmobile on the side of a mountain.
The thought made my core tighten and my pussy throb.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I can feel you getting tight, my little exhibitionist.” Alistair chuckled.
He pushed down on me, arching my back as much as he could and burying himself to the hilt. He pressed his fingertips into my clit, rubbing it back and forth in rapid succession exactly how I liked it.
“I’m so close,” he rasped. “You’re going to ride back to the house with my cum dribbling out of your cunt. Scream for me, sweetheart. Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”
I lost myself to my orgasm, crying out with a series of moans and looking at the beautiful snow-covered valley below us through hooded eyes.
It was rough and dirty and romantic.
It was all the things I’d come to expect with Alistair.
It was all the things he’d taught me about myself.
It was perfect.
He leaned over me and thrust hard, his body jolting while he filled me with his cum and fucked me through my orgasm.
“Pam,” he groaned.
Over and over again, his cock spasmed inside me, leaving cum trailing down my thighs.
The rumble of the snowmobiles was getting louder by the second, pulling me out of my postorgasm haze.
“Fuck,” Alistair whispered against my shoulder, giving it a soft kiss before standing upright.
He pulled out, and quickly yanked up my snow pants to catch the deluge of cum spilling out of my pussy.
I knew he came a lot, but this—it was so much that it was almost uncomfortable.
He turned me toward him and gave me a sly smile while he tucked his cock back into his pants.
Four snowmobiles raced down the trail toward the overpass but veered left and took one of the offshoots.
“That was close.” My chest heaved, and I felt like my body was on fire despite the cold.
Alistair ran his tongue over his lip and grinned. “I think you would have liked it. Maybe we should look into one of those sex clubs.”
“Alistair!”
I mean, it was a no from me at the moment, but I wouldn’t rule it out completely.
And if I did something like that with anyone, it would be with him.
He smiled like he knew that and passed me my helmet. “Let’s get you home and showered. Oh, and by the way”—he leaned in until his whiskers tickled my ear—“no one has ever made me come that hard.”