28. Home for Christmas #2
Kourt sits up with me in his lap, his lips glossy from my arousal as he looks at me with starving eyes. “What did you just do?”
For a moment I don’t understand, until he looks down at my bra strap, his eyes primal, and he drops one strap to the side.
He kisses my shoulder obscenely, and reaches around to unhook my bra, but surprises me instead when two hands large enough to palm a basketball slide, with ease, up the front of me, through the underwire of my bra, and he palms both my full breasts.
My nipples are painfully erect as he catches them between his fingers, massaging me like my breasts are his new obsession.
“Fuck me,” he growls as he discards my bra and replaces one hand with his mouth,
Oh, God…
“What are you doing to me, Erika?” he mutters as his tongue plays with my nipple.
Nothing yet…
Then my hands move down to unbutton his jeans. The fireplace, crackling behind us, illuminates everything we see. I’ve never had sex with the lights on, not like this.
Kourt looks up from devouring my breasts, and his eyes freeze on mine as I reach my hand back and unzip his jeans to release his more than substantial cock. I nudge myself down over the zipper I undid to view the prize.
A demented smile takes agency across my face as I look up at him, hitch my breath and bite my bottom lip. My core throbs just looking at it.
Only I must have lost my mind as this thing could kill me. Jesus.
I want to take him in my hand so badly, but he pulls me back up to him, holding my face above his. My lips can’t resist, and I lean in to find his mouth, licking myself off him, letting him know how unbelievably turned on I am.
Kourt takes over the kiss, exchanging my tongue with his over and over until I’m senseless. He drags his lips away panting into mine.
“Fuck it. I want to be inside of you so bad.” He opens the end table drawer and pulls out a condom.
Rolling me carefully onto my back, he slides my panties down.
A smile negotiates the condom in his mouth when he gets to my tights and heeled boots, still trapping me at the ankles.
I see his cock twitch at the realization, and he tilts his head.
I can only guess, contemplating whether to leave them on or not.
He frees me instead, tossing the boots and peeling the black tights from my feet.
My body is on fire. I want to taste him. I almost came twice moments ago on his face, but I don’t want anything else right now but him. Enough foreplay.
Kourt moves between my legs and brings his face to mine, hovering over me. “Spread your legs for me Erika.”
Oh… my… God.
Something that would be so foul coming from anyone else’s mouth has me salivating and pulsing inside. I do as I’m told, and he whispers in my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you, Erika?”
I buck my hips toward his tip and lean up to his ear. “I need you to, Kourt. I need it.”
Kourt fists his cock to line it up to my entrance, and I rise on my elbows to meet his face, whispering in his ear, “Do you want me to take your cock, Kourt?”
He growls and closes the gap between us. His mouth and cock crash into me at the same time and I’m stretched further than I have ever been stretched. He groans into my neck, and my breath catches as I try to adjust. I knew he was big, but this is a whole other level.
He pauses, staring at my blinking eyes as my walls stretch to take him, contracting wildly around his shaft.
“Fucking hell, Erika. You are so… unbelievably… tight.”
I wince when his eyes meet mine again, as he stays still inside me, savoring the moment. My heart throbs as fast as my center around his cock. My breath is quick and steady underneath his chiseled, warm chest that smells like him .
Is this what it’s like for other people? Is this what Archer’s been boasting about all along?
Kourt balances with one arm and pulls a stray hair from my face, then looks down at my chest pressed against his. My nipples trace his pecks as my chest rises and falls.
He smiles at me. And then he pulls out and thrusts back inside, the way I begged for him to. It’s so rigorous, the friction of our bodies together. I can barely keep up underneath him when I buck my hips forward to meet his cock diving into me.
Thrust after thrust, I roll my hips into him and we keep up the over exhilarating pace of finally being together. It’s abrupt, raw, and feels like the most natural thing I’ve ever done when I look at him watching me the entire time.
His eyes don’t shift from mine as my body moves up and down beneath him from the magnitude of him pushing as deep as I can take him.
The urge to lean up and kiss him battles the euphoria of lying underneath him, captivated by the way he looks at me.
My fingers press into his upper back and the palm of my other hand presses onto one of his tight pec muscles to brace myself against him.
Kourt’s brows pinch together and his eyes flicker back at mine as if he’s experiencing a conflict of his own as he breathes heavily above me. “Fuck. Erika.”
I close my eyes and let my head roll back as my back arches, and I feel like I’m going to come from the stimulation of his cock alone. He pulls my body back to him, with his hand across my lower back, pressing my chest to him again as he fucks me until I do come like that.
Kourt lets out a guttural moan and collapses on top of me.
He’s so large inside me, I feel his release even with a condom on, and my mouth stands agape.
What just happened here?
I had sex like I just got out of prison.
“No clothes. Not in the living room. That’s what the blankets are for.
” Kourt tosses the bra and sweater dress I reach for to the side.
We both must have dozed off for a minute.
Whatever it was moments ago, it was so intense, I needed the physical and mental break from it.
I’m still catching my breath from being that connected to him.
Reaching for my clothes seconds ago was the only nervous distraction I could think to rely on.
Unabashed and naked, he rises and heads to the kitchen, opening the fridge. “You thirsty? Hungry?”
“Oh, am I invited to dinner?”
Good. I still have sarcasm.
“I already told you. You’re staying for breakfast.”
I wrap a blanket around myself and traipse toward the kitchen to join him. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever be invited in after that night you pulled up just to grab the sweats. I guess I thought I wasn’t allowed in.”
Kourt spits the juice he just swallowed out of his mouth. “You weren’t allowed into my house because you made me so hard that night we wouldn’t have left for three days if you’d have come in.”
“Really? When and what brought that on?”
“Erika, the sound of your voice makes me hard as a fucking rock. All you had to do was start talking. And in all those truck rides—I was set up for the longest night of blue balls in history. Which you can understand how maddening that is when you say asinine shit.”
Kourt takes another swig of juice and pours a glass for me.
“What about you?” He sets the glass down where he stands and stalks over to me.
“When did this start happening for me?” Pulling the blanket apart, he slides a hand between my thighs and slips a finger inside me.
I swallow a breath, looking him in the eye. “The first time I rode in your truck with you, when you reached over to buckle my seat belt.”
Kourt’s eyes darken. The blanket falls behind me on demand of his fingertips. He stands above me, tilts my head back and kisses me without restraint. I feel his length harden against me, and I don’t know what it is about this man, but I don’t ever want to get dressed again.
Archer wouldn’t know me if he saw me right now.
My legs lift when Kourt pulls my thighs to wrap around him. His tongue still feverish, tasting every corner of my mouth as he moves us to a small rolling desk chair, sits, and watches me squirm in his lap.
Losing my mind from the friction as I grind on his erection, gliding my slit back and forth on his shaft—without letting him inside me.
Kourt halts me, his palm pressed and splayed firmly across the middle of my back. He’s supporting me and holding me still, while honey green eyes dart back and forth between my longing face and my breasts. He bites down on one nipple, reaching for a condom from his desk drawer with his free hand.
I lick my lips as he tears into it like a mad man.
I’m breathing like I just ran for my life, and I scoot away from him, further down his lap as he lines the rubber to the tip of his hard cock. He looks at me curiously.
“I like to watch you. I mean, I want to watch you put it on.” I’ve never been so open or brazen with a partner in my life, and somehow Kourt brings this wicked curiosity out in me.
He rolls the latex up his shaft slowly to give me what I asked for. “Do you want to watch me put it in?” He studies my face. “That’s—my favorite part.” Kourt props me up and leans me farther back as he lines up to my entrance, with me craning down to see.
He doesn’t watch this time. His eyes search mine as I watch him disappear inside me. I gasp at the sight and the feel of him filling me again.
I’m sore from being stretched the first time. But… oh. My. God. If it’s not a good sore.
He glides me slowly back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me while watching my face as he uses the position of me straddling him on the small chair and him holding me up as leverage.
I lean up to cradle into him and he growls as the angle fills me deeper. I buck my hips toward him. I can’t stop. He feels so good. This feels so good.
“What—is—this, Kourt?” I whisper almost drunk off him into his ear, my hands latching onto his neck as I clench uncontrollably around his cock.
He kisses my cheek intimately as he thrusts deeper. “It’s you and me, Erika.”
“Please,” I beg as I feel like I might come undone this second. “Don’t let it stop.”
“I have no intention of letting it stop.” Kourt licks my earlobe, and I can’t help but moan.
I’m on the verge of panting when his eyes drift behind me for a moment and I catch them dazzling.
“Erika,” he says, as he pulls my ear to his mouth by the nape of my neck.
“It’s snowing.” Long arms of steel lift me off him and he turns me in his lap to the open view of the window spanning his living room and kitchen.
It’s his very own view of nothing but trees, sunsets and sky, as he lives so high in the mountains.
With no other houses behind him, there’s nothing to block his panoramic view and no one can see in.
My eyes flutter like the flurries falling, as I chase them on their way down to cover the empty branches in front of us. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
“Does this happen a lot?” I mutter, sitting in front of him on his lap.
“Only this high up the mountain. Not as often downtown Blitzen or even where you live,” he whispers in my ear so slowly, calmly… His voice like his scent—it sooths me when he purposely speaks so tenderly to me.
The pads of his fingers soften and trail down the side of my arm.
Shifting from the snow outside the window, my body tingles as goose bumps rise from his touch, reminding me how intimately I’m sitting naked in his lap.
A snow flurry has my gaze drift to look directly out in front of me, catching our reflection.
Clear as day, staring out the snow-covered night, I see myself sitting on Kourt’s lap. I watch his eyes meet mine in our reflection. His cock swells underneath me and he slips into me from behind, startling me into pure, unadulterated bliss.
I don’t pull my eyes from our reflection.
I can’t. And when he picks up our pace, one hand reaching around and circling me above me taking him inside me—I realize I’m bouncing in his lap.
My ample breasts bob up and down in a way I would normally be embarrassed by.
I can’t think of anytime I’ve taken it to the point that I’m bouncing like a porn star, but I can’t stop myself.
I pick up his rhythm and go faster as the snow falls heavier, surrounding us in the background nature laid out before us.
I hear him moan so guttural and loud behind me as we watch each other, and I know he’s close.
I stare as hard at our reflection as he pushes me down onto his cock and I watch myself come undone in the window.