I take my fingers out of her mouth and say, “Scream my name, darling. Go ahead and tell Everest who is fucking this tiny little pussy of yours, tell him who knows how to make you feel good. Tell everyone. I want them to hear you.”
I can tell I’ve scared her, but she doesn’t back down. No, she’s too stubborn.
“Aspen! Fuck you’re so big!” She screams.
“That’s it. Now, I’m going to make you take this for that stunt you pulled earlier. You kiss another guy again, and you’re going to pay for it. Who is the only one that can touch you?” I ask her.
“You!” She screams as our bodies are clapping against each other. Her hands grip the sheets behind her and her eyes are closed shut.
“Ahhh!” She screams, “I’m coming!”
My sweat drips off my chin and drizzles down her stomach.
I pound into her harder, now that I’m about to come. I pull out just in time to come on her tits. Her perfect round tits.
I grind my teeth as I let everything out. I could fuck her every day for the rest of my life, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. Where has this girl been?
We’re both breathless and panting afterwards, like we just completed a triathlon together. I mean, we kind of did. I gave her head, she gave me head, and we both had sex. Sounds like a triathlon to me. A triathlon I would do any day.
Before I can catch my breath fully though, I feel something dripping from my nose and landing onto Genevieve’s stomach. I look down. I’ve got it all over Genevieve’s stomach. It’s my blood.
“That was amazing,” She says between breaths, not noticing my blood on her.
I take off my shirt and get closer to her so I can clean her up.
“That really was,” I say as I clean up her chest with my t-shirt.
I’m so embarrassed. It must be from the coke. I rarely get bloody noses, but of course I had to get one right now while I’m fucking Genevieve. This couldn’t have come at a better fucking time.
9
Genevieve
I wake up in the same bed as yesterday, only this time, when I look to see Lana, I notice she’s gone and is replaced by a slip of paper.
I pick up the piece and read it through my sleepy eyes.
“Let me show you how to ride the real mountain today? ;) Come to the resort at 10 and ask the front for Aspen.”
I turn towards the nightstand and look at the time on the digital clock.
9:50!
I’m gonna be late! I jolt out of bed and rip open my suitcase to grab an outfit. I put on a pair of leggings, a long sleeve shirt and two layers of fuzzy socks. I finish off the ensemble with a coat, hat and scarf. It’s then that I realize I still need to brush my teeth and use the bathroom.
Shit! I’m gonna be so late!
This breath needs to be fresh if I’m going to be getting any action today.
I remove the coat, hat, and scarf and brush my teeth. Fast. I also forgot to comb through my hair because I didn’t see it until I looked in the mirror and it needs desperate help. At least I’ll be wearing a hat most of the time. I look like I got railed by an entire frat house. I mean, I did get railed, but by someone way hotter than anyone involved in a frat. God, that was the best sex of my life. Now,this guy will never leave my mind. I brush through the bird's nest I call my hair, put back on my coat, hat, and scarf, and rush out the door.
I stop before I get to my car, though, because I remember something else. Lana. Where is she? I can’t just leave her.
I go back through the door, walk to the living room and see her sleeping on the couch with a smug smile on her face. Crap. She also looks like death with half of her body hanging off the couch and her hair all knotted up and… wet?
“Lana! I’m going snowboarding,” I shake her awake. I take my credit card out from my coat pocket and throw it on her, “take my card and buy whatever you want. I’m sorry, I’ll call you later! Go to the spa or something, it looks like you might need another massage.”
“Mkay!” She says as she flings her arm up like a dead zombie while I rush back out the door. She looks like she got railed last night too. Damn. What a successful night. If it was half as good as mine, she must feel as good as I do. Hopefully she’ll enjoy that massage. God knows I need one.
