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He moves his hand under my shirt, tracing the contours of my bra. My nipple peaks in response. He keeps trailing his fingers over my breast, and my breath hitches in the back of my throat. The fire crackles, and my body shakes in response while his fingers dance over my jaw.
“You okay?” he whispers against my exposed neck.
“Better than okay,” I reply. Because you’re with me, I want to tell him, but I don’t.
He kisses my jaw and lifts my shirt up, his big hand moving over my stomach. “Never stop, Jesse,” I plead.
He pushes me down on the rug. The warmth of the fire heats my skin. Helping me pull the shirt over my head, he straddles me, staring down at me, his eyes blaze.
“What?” I grin.
“Nothing. I just—” He takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Can I keep you?”
I chuckle. “You know that’s a line from Casper, the movie?” My heart skips a beat. I can’t keep track of his thoughts.
Color creeps up his neck. “Guilty, babe. I was watching it the night before the race.” He leans forward, smashing his lips against mine, then turns on his side. The red and yellow from the flames cast a shadow over his face. I stare into his gray eyes. Damn, he’s beautiful.
“What?” he asks, tracing the line of my bra.
“You mess with my plans,” I whisper, caressing his cheek, and he leans into my touch. He helps me sit up, and I move on top of him, helping him out of his shirt. Softly, I trail my fingers over his chest. He puts his hands under his head, watching me explore each dent and valley of his ribcage and six-pack. I place my palm flat on his chest, and his heartbeat speeds up while he leans his back against the couch.
Resting his hands on my waist, he keeps looking at me. My throat tightens because this feels different from before. Trying to put some distance between us, I turn my head away and watch the snow falling outside through the large windows.
“Come here,” he rasps, his hands traveling in my hair.
Leaning forward, I kiss him, and he strokes his knuckles down my spine. “Jesse,” I whisper, running my lips over his temple.
Reaching out, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head toward his eager mouth. Our breath mingles, and he says, “I’m going to keep you,” against my lips. Kissing me frantically, his left hand grips my ass cheek, pinching before he turns me on my back. Moving down, he tugs off my jeans, and my eyelids drift closed.
“You okay, Ace?” he asks, his voice rough, running his calloused hands over my naked legs.
“No,” I whisper, because I know I’m not. I’m falling for the snowboarder, and a part of me wishes he would fall for me too.
He chuckles, stands, and opens the button of his jeans, then his zipper, and kicks his pants off. I lean up and slowly tug my panties down my legs, tossing them to the side. Jesse swallows hard and watches me, before taking off his boxer shorts. His erection springs free, long and thick. The enlarged tip brushes his abs. The knot builds inside me even more. I love how he watches me part my legs. He falls to his knees and grabs my ankles, pushing my thighs farther apart.
“I want to watch you touch yourself,” he murmurs seductively.
“What?” I gasp, not knowing if I heard him right.
“Touch yourself, Ace,” he orders, licking his lips as the tip of his dick moistens with pre-cum against my thigh. His hands drift up and down my legs, and I reach out and let my middle finger slide through my wet folds. “Rub your clit for me.”
Groaning, I stop and move past the slick little nub and start to rub in circular motions.
“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” he grunts. Every part where he touches my legs starts to tingle. I keep rubbing until my butt lifts up and he growls. I want to close my legs, but he holds them open.
“Look at me,” he says.
My eyes flutter open, and I watch him stroke himself. “Oh, fuck,” I whimper when the first spasm of an orgasm reaches me.
“Keep looking at me,” he says through clenched teeth. He stops stroking his dick and restrains my legs with his.
I circle my clit with my index and middle finger, rubbing fast and hard while he holds my ankles captive with his knees and stares at me. His fingers dig into my flesh. Him watching me drives me out of my fucking mind. Working my clit harder, I pant. Suddenly, he grabs my hand, stopping me, and I cry out.
“Please, Jesse, I need to come,” I beg.
His smile almost pushes me over the edge. It’s smug and dirty at the same time. “You’ll come with my dick inside you, Ace,” he promises. I’m moaning, anticipating the burn as he aligns his shaft with my throbbing, wet pussy.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I groan and cry out his name when he drives himself inside without warning. Although I’m slick from my own arousal, the intrusion still hurts.
