Page 12 of Baby, It Snowed Outside

“I bet,” I say, pausing to growl in her ear. “If my hands were to slide beneath this waistband.” I give it a snap. “That they would find your panties drenched and waiting. I would wager my fingers might even find that if they slipped beneath those soaking wet panties I would find your pussy dripping, slick with the desire for me to fill you for the first time.”

Her body buckles, but I hold her in place as she cries out, writhing against me. My words are too much for her to maintain the control she’s been holding on to all night. Who can blame her? Even I am finding it hard not to act on the very things I am saying. My fingers are so tempted to slide beneath the waistband of the sweatpants to find out just how badly she is holding out on me.

“Do you still want to go home, Aspen?” I ask, my tongue flicking the shell of her ear, tracing it sensually.

She doesn’t answer my question. I pull her hair, arching her body against mine, nibbling her ear and growl this time, “Do you still want to go home?”

She shakes her head no.

“I can’t hear you, Aspen.” My deep, throaty voice rumbles.

“No,” she gasps.

“That’s right, baby. It’s cold outside.” I rasp.

“It snowed outside. There’s too much to get home,” she replies, eagerly going along with my narrative now.

I pinch her nipple, then drag my hand down her flat stomach to the waistband and trace its outline.

“That’s right, baby. There’s way too much snow.” My words are like the soft, gentle caress she needs to be pushed over the edge as I anxiously await her consent.

“Baby, it’s cold outside,” she repeats, as if convincing herself one final time.

“What do you need, Aspen?” I ask, continuing to trace the waistband of her sweats.

“Mmmm,” she moans, melting against my touch.

“Maybe just a shot,” she confesses.

“A shot? I think I can handle that. Go sit by the fire and touch yourself. I want to watch you do it while I pour you just one drink.”

She tenses. “Will you take one with me?”

“I’ll do anything you want, Aspen.” I spin her around, dip her, then surprise us both by dragging my tongue across each of her nipples.

Once I’ve righted her, I give her ass a smack and watch as she takes her place by the fire. She sits down on the mantel and begins tracing her nipples, dragging her dainty fingers through the trail of saliva I left on them.

That took a lot of convincing, I think to myself as I walk to the bar and pour us each a shot of peppermint schnapps.

Chapter nine

Aspen

Zane leaves me panting, my head spinning, and my body wavering on the brink of destruction at his touch. I’m ready to crumble beneath him. Offering my virginity is the best Christmas gift I’ll ever be able to give him. Even now as I watch him with ease as he pours us each a holiday themed shot, I can think of nothing more I would like to do than drown in wave after wave of orgasms as we finally do the very thing I’ve tried to talk myself out of all night.

Against my back, the bricks surrounding the hearth are warm and welcoming, inviting my soft skin to settle in against them. I playfully swirl my fingertips gently around the hard peaks my nipples have formed, playing in the saliva left behind from Zane’s mouth. The way it felt when his tongue flicked across each one was pure bliss. Never have I ever wanted him as badly as I do right now. As I sit here playing with myself the way he instructed me to, I replay the sound of his raspy voice over and over in my head. I’m tempted, oh so very tempted, to dip a hand beneath my panties, drawing long strokes across my pulsing clit like I have to elevate the aching he ignites in me so many times before. The only thing stopping me is the way his insatiable stare holds my eyes as he makes his way over to where I wait for him.

His eyes sweep over me quickly before returning to watch as my fingers continue their motion round and round my pebbled nipples, keeping them hard and taut in anticipation of his mouth devouring them once more. I can tell from the outline of his hard cock against the soft fleece material that I have his full attention, but it doesn’t stop me from arching my back just slightly and allowing a soft moan to escape my lips.

“That’s my good girl, Aspen,” he says, rewarding me for my endeavors and handing me the double shot glass.

I eye it wearily. He’s clearly afraid of me backing out of this again, and who can blame him? I’ve done nothing but try to leave since I got here. Well, that and remind him over and over of the disapproval this will earn him from my brother.

“Bottoms up,” he offers as a toast before raising his glass to his lips and tipping it back.

I do the same, trying my best not to gag at the way the burn from the peppermint coats my throat in agony. He takes the empty glass from my hand, returning them to a safe place far away from the two of us. As he walks away, I stare at the hard, detailed, muscular lines of his back. Each one more toned and defined than when we spent all summer poolside at the country club a few short months ago. My eyes travel further down his back to where two dimples on either side of his hips indent. I suck in my breath, waiting for him to say something as he turns to catch my greedy stare. My hands have stopped swirling around my nipples and I look on eagerly as he returns, silently to tower over me in the most alluring way.

“Don’t stop,” Zane rasps, staring down at me hungrily.

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