40. Aspen
ASPEN
I want him to come. I want to please him with my mouth, to show him I’m capable of making him climax.
I take him as deep as I can, practically swallowing him.
I bob back and forth, my lips sliding up and down his length, my cheeks hollowed as I suck him deep.
I don’t care about my own discomfort. How my eyes fill with tears and my throat will be bruised.
All I want is for him to be so obsessed with me that he never so much as thinks about another woman.
But he has other ideas.
“Pen, I want to fuck you, but there is no way I’m taking you on the ground the first time we’re together.”
All I hear is, ‘I want to fuck you.’ My pussy hears it, too, and clenches with pleasure. I’m desperate to ride Blake’s big, hard cock. I have been pretty much since the moment he came back into my life.
He pulls me back up to my feet, and I grab my sketch pad again, unwilling to leave it on the ground, no matter the circumstances.
He puts himself away, and then scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.
Literally over his shoulder, like a caveman, and I’m some innocent cavegirl he’s claimed as his own.
He marches through the remainder of the woods, not breaking his stride or pausing for a moment.
He reaches the hotel and slams open the main door.
The work in the entrance hall has been completed since I had my freakout about the bat/bird, and is now decorated with gilt framed pictures and a rug and a large chaise lounge.
It’s to this Blake heads. He throws me down onto my back, and I set my sketch pad on the floor beside us.
He gets to work, yanking off my boots. I’d thought the walk back to the hotel might have given him some time to cool off, and perhaps allow second thoughts to enter his head, but he doesn’t seem to be having any.
It only takes a brief glance to the front of his jeans to see his cock isn’t having doubts either.
Blake yanks off my jeans, dragging my panties down with them. He presses my legs apart and stares down at me.
His gaze is intense, heated. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty. Pink and puffy and wet.”
His fingers make contact with my pussy, and I cry out with need.
I’ve been wanting this moment for so long, picturing it, fantasizing about it.
I can hardly believe it’s really happening.
He traces a finger around me, and I squirm with pleasure.
I am wet, soaked, in fact. Sucking him like that has made me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life.
I’m sure it’s only going to take a little attention to my clit and I’m going to be screaming this place down.
“I want your pussy all over my tongue,” he growls.
Blake seems to know exactly what I need.
He drops to his knees and buries his face between my thighs.
I reach to the back of his head, spearing my fingers through his soft hair and gripping on for dear life.
The heat of his mouth covers my clit, and he sucks then flicks it with his tongue.
It’s like electrical sparks going through me, and my hips jerk.
He pushes his tongue inside me and feasts on me like he’s starving, moaning his pleasure.
I’ve never been eaten this way before. Tobias went down on me, but only to lick my clit a couple of times while he fingered me.
I always got the feeling he only did it so he could request a blowjob in return.
But Blake can’t seem to get enough. His fingers dig hard into my thighs, as he yanks me even closer, holding me in place.
My orgasm builds, and I lift my hips to meet him, grinding against his face with as much passion as he’s feasting on me. My stomach muscles quiver, my thighs tensing as they grip the sides of his head.
“I’m close, Blake. Oh, my God, I’m so close—”
“What the fuck is going on?” a different voice demands.
Blake jerks away from me, and I turn my head.
Levi is standing over us. His expression is thunderous, and he’s glaring at us both.
Fuck. In our desperation to take what we needed from one another, we’d completely forgotten about the possibility of Levi catching us. I snap my legs shut, wondering how much of a view Levi got when his dad sat up. Did he see my pussy? I’d been on the edge of climaxing, and I was soaking wet.
He can certainly see plenty right now, and I reach for my discarded clothing, needing something to cover myself with. I manage to grab my jeans, but I can only hold them against myself. If I try to put them on, I’ll give Levi another look at my pussy.
Levi shakes his head. “This is sick. You’re more than twice her fucking age.”
“Levi, don’t do anything stupid,” Blake warns him.
I wonder what the hell he means by that.
“I’m not the one doing something stupid,” he throws back.
“Levi, your dad and I—”
I was going to argue that we’re both adults and can do what we like, but he turns on me, his finger stabbing in my direction. His blue eyes flash with fury, lightning across an azure sky. His square jaw is clenched, the muscles popping on either side.
“You don’t get to fucking speak right now.” Levi shakes his head and turns his attention back to his dad. “You were the one who said we had to wait. You said we needed to wait until the weather turned, and then I catch you doing this.”
“Levi, please?” Blake says, but Levi turns on his heel and stalks out of the hall, toward the kitchen.
Blake has put himself away and gets to his feet.
It’s like he’s forgotten all about me, still sitting on the chaise longue, half-dressed, and now incredibly sexually frustrated.
It’s not as though I expect him to finish me off, but it would have been nice for him to not act as though he’s completely forgotten about my existence.
No, he’s more worried about his precious psychopath of a son.
Anyone would think Levi is ten years old instead of twenty-something.
Blake goes after him.
They both vanish from the hall, and their voices grow fainter as they make their way through the hotel. Levi, I’m assuming, leading the way, while Blake chases along behind him.
I let out a sigh and fall onto my back again, covering my face with my hands. I squeeze my thighs together, and a rush of tingling heat gathers there. Is Blake likely to come back and finish what he started? I doubt it.
Fuck, that had been hot, though. Maybe it hadn’t ended well, but having Blake all over me like that had set my blood on fire.
I remember how big he was in my mouth. I’d had to stretch my lips as far as I could to take his girth, and it had felt like he was only able to get a fraction of his cock inside my mouth before he hit the back of my throat and made me gag.
I squeeze my thighs again, wondering how I’d even fit Blake inside me.
The stretch and burn would be intense, but I guess he was getting me wet and ready for him with his mouth.
I picture myself gasping and panting and telling him he’s too big as he pushes inside me, and how he’d tell me what a good girl I am and how well I’m doing.
My pussy throbs, and I drop my jeans to one side. I groan and slide my hand back between my thighs. I circle my clit, feeling how swollen and sensitive it is. It won’t take me long to bring myself to climax.
What if he comes back, though? What if they both do?
I have the idea of them both returning and finding me spread out on the chaise lounge with my legs spread and my fingers in my pussy.
What would they do if they found me like that?
Would they be disgusted? What if they both decided to take me?
To fuck me together? Would they do that—a father and son taking the same girl at the same time—or would it freak them out?
I don't know why I'm thinking about Levi in that way.
Just because he's beautiful to look at doesn't mean I should let him anywhere near my body.
But while I might not want him near me in real life, it doesn't stop me from fantasizing. Fantasies are safe, right? A place to explore what we want without there being any repercussions. And now I’m thinking about Blake flipping me onto all fours and fucking me with his huge cock from behind, while his son kneels in front of my face and holds my hair in a tight fist as he slides his erection between my lips.
I rub my clit faster, feeling my muscles tense and my pussy flutter.
I'm so close now I almost want the pair of them to come back and catch me. I want my fantasy to come to life.
My climax builds, growing stronger, taking me over. I clamp my hand over my mouth, while my other hand brings me to my peak. My hips lift from the chaise longue, spasms of pleasure jolting through me, my cries muffled by my palm.
I ride the wave of my orgasm, breathing hard, and then slump back on the cushions. Shit. I suddenly become aware that I’m lying here, naked from the waist down, masturbating. Had I wanted to be caught?
I open my eyes, and a large, black shadow moves on the stairs.
With a gasp, I snatch up my jeans and cover myself with them again. Had someone been watching me?
Had it been the same man from the woods?
He could have slipped in while we were distracted. I’m mortified that this strange man—a man who seems to be stalking me—just watched me get myself off. Did he take pleasure in it? Was he touching himself, too?
My head is a mess.
Suddenly, a thought hits me. What the hell did Levi mean by ‘you said we had to wait’?
Panic grips me because I know it’s nothing good.
They clearly had some sort of sick pact.
Was he talking about me? About them fucking me?
Had they had some kind of agreement that they wouldn’t get to touch me until the snow fell, and the pass was closed?
Until I was no longer able to leave of my own free will?