Page 66 of Snowed Under

I laugh quietly. “There’s that stigma floating around still, huh? About the office geek?—”

“The hot librarian office geek,” he finishes.

“I’m not hot,” I gush. “There’s so many more prettier?—”

He cuts me off with a sharp look. “Don’t even say it, babe. You might not be aware of this, but you are, in fact, a hottie. You’re way prettier than you give yourself credit for. Not only that, you’re smart and you’re genuinely a nice, kind person. I’m sick of meaningless hookups. It feels different with you. I knew it last year and I should’ve grown some balls and asked you out then.”

“It feels different with you, too. Not that I’ve had any meaningless hookups.”

He smiles and pulls me to his side, kissing the top of my head as I revel in his warmth once more. I can feel the heat building between us again. It’s like a palpable energy that neither of us can deny. And from what we’ve said tonight, it seems neither of us wants to. “Glad to hear it.”

My hand glides across his rock hard abs, my fingers trailing under his shirt touching his hot skin underneath. He hisses just from that touch and I can already see the bulge in his gray sweatpants. My throat runs dry and my heart constricts; I have an overwhelming urge to slide down the couch and pull out that hard bulge and wrap my mouth around it. My fingertips graze his waistband and as I lean into him, he turns his face toward me and captures my mouth with his. He presses his hot lips to mine the same moment I slide my hand down over his hard length.

“Fuck, Ains.” His voice is so hoarse, it makes my sweet spot throb even more. My nipples pebble under my top as we kiss deep and slow, his tongue sliding overmine. I squeeze his dick, and he looks down to watch me massage him with my palm. I know we should be trying to bust out of here so we can escape to safety, but when he says; “Get it out, babe.” I waste no time in hooking my fingers under the waistband and sliding his sweats down. He lifts his ass slightly to pull them past his hips, tugging his shirt up to his armpits. I watch his dick jump out ready for action and I lick my lips in anticipation of what he tastes like.

My hand grips around his sizable girth, now that it’s freed of his pants, and I massage him up and down, loving the feel of him in my palm and the way his eyes fall closed for a moment.

“That’s it,” he groans, moving his hand over mine and setting the pace to jerk him off.

“I need to taste you,” I dare murmur.

His eyes spring open. “Fuck.”

A little laugh escapes me as I move over his lap and slide down between his legs until my knees find the floor and I lean forward. He slides a little further down on the couch and looks down at me. “You look so god-damned beautiful,” he whispers.

I smile and lean into his crotch, my tongue quickly finding him as I swirl it around his large tip.

He hisses again as soon as my mouth is on him and I can feel that he’s watching my every move, and that turns me on even more. My teeth gently graze over him, then I sheath his base and lave my tongue down his underside as I feel him jolt.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Just those two words tell me everything I need to know and it gives me all the encouragement I need to keep going. He starts to slowly move his hips as I move my lips back over him as he slides into my mouth. I suck up and down, gripping his base at the same time.

“That’s it,” he says as my eyes flick up to meet his. “Just like that, babe.”

And we quickly find our rhythm as my head bobs up and down and I reign in my gag reflex as much as I can. He feels so full and big in my mouth, and I feel myself dripping between my thighs. Heat pools all over me at how much he’s enjoying this; his soft moans only egging me on.

“So beautiful,” he leans up a little to touch my breasts over my top. He runs his thumbs over my hardened peaks, sparking a new fire in my core hotter than the furnace he just lit.

“Oh, Cole—ohh—” I could orgasm just from this alone, but I’m greedy and need to keep tasting him.

His sexy gaze on me is half-lidded and his mouth slightly open. Watching me suck him off as he plays with my nipples, his eyes grazing my hardening peaks as I slide up and down his length. We move faster and faster and I feel his breathing change. He’s gotta be close.

“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come—” He jerks his hips back, ready to pull out of my mouth, but I keep my lips wrapped tightly around him and push my head further down. I want to taste him, every last drop. “Ains — oh, fuck—” and on a long groan he stills and then convulses, his release pulsing as I feel his warm juices hit the back of my throat. He lets go of my breasts and pushes his back into the couch. His hands run through his hair as he rides his orgasm out in long waves of pleasure. It makes my heart soar like a thunderbolt, and my insides melt watching him. When I’ve milked every last drop from him, successfully swallowing, his eyes open and he reaches down for me, pulling me up onto his lap. “Baby, that was amazing. Watching you take me like that, takin’ all of me?—”

“You taste so good.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and I straddle over his thighs, his cock resting against his ripped stomach between us.

“To hear you say that,” he breathes. “That dirty little mouth. Man, that makes me feel good.”

He pulls me to him and we hold each other close for a good few minutes as we calm our breathing, the silence between us not at all bothersome. Neither is Fudge, who lays at the end of the couch, balled up asleep. I’d almost forgotten he was there.

My body is still on fire and I know I need some friction before we try to get out of the basement. But I’m nowhere near ready to go yet, and knowing all that waits for us is a building snowstorm outside, means we don’t have to be anywhere anytime soon. Not until morning, then we can go and get supplies. I’m quite confident that Cole will get us out of here. “I loved doing that,” I breathe, pushing my body into his.

His hands slide to my butt and he squeezes, pulling me further onto him. One hand breaks free and glides up to my breast, hooking under my top, cupping me, then tugging on my sensitive nipple. “And I love these,” he says. “Next time I want to come all over them.”

My sweet spot tingles at the thought of that, and I push my hips into him. “That’s so sexy.”

“You’re sexy.” He lifts my shirt from the hem and leans forward, pulling my bra down, taking my nipple into his mouth as his other hand slides off my butt and meets my other nipple. Tugging on it with his thumb and forefinger, I murmur something incoherent and rock against him.

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