Page 150 of Snowed In

“It feels so good, Wren.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle and then get back to work, alternating between eating him out and sucking his cock. By the time I let him come, he’s crying, tears streaking down his face, his entire body shaking. When he explodes, he screams, my tongue and finger massaging his prostate, my free hand stroking his cock.

And I don’t stop when he’s depleted, just keep going until he comes again. A dribble of cum spurting from his cockhead.

“Oh, gosh. I can’t move,” he says with a small sniffle.

I chuckle and sit up, running the back of my hand across my swollen, sore lips.

“Good. You stay right there,” I reply, my voice hoarse.

I knee-crawl up his thighs and stare down at him, my cock hard and aching.

“The way you taste, the way you feel,” I groan as I stroke myself. He watches it all with drooping eyelids and when he reaches out and takes over, my cock explodes. The feel of his hands on me, anywhere near me, makes me crazy.

I fall onto the bed near him, his chest coated in our combined cum, and try to catch my breath.

“We should really get going,” I say, hating to pop the bubble, but also not wanting to miss Bree’s wedding for some hot ass.

“Yeah,” Christian says and then leans toward me and pulls me in for a small kiss. And I let him because while this won’t last, can’t last, I still want to live in this little bubble for a while.

After another long make-out session, we move into the shower and stand under the warm water, shivering slightly as we wash and then get changed into our wedding attire. My eyes slide to him, and how handsome he looks in that dark blue suit, the color accentuating his eyes. I’m in all black, a color matching my attitude at the moment.

“You look real nice,” Christian says softly, his eyes roving over me.

“You do too,” I say and then reach over and straighten his tie. “But we should go. Don’t want to be late. Bree will have our asses.”

“Yeah,” he replies and then leans forward and pulls me in for another kiss.

And fuck, I shouldn’t, but I let him kiss me.

He kisses me for so long that I contemplate the ramifications if both of us were late to the wedding. Then decide that while it may be worth it, we can’t do that to our friend.

So I pry myself away and adjust my cock.

“We really need to go.”

“Yeah,” Christian says and then grabs the suitcases, carrying them out to the car. The snow has let up and I see the highway has been cleared, allowing people to hit the road and make their way to their destinations.

“Oh, we have reception. We have like twenty missed calls from Bree,” Christian says, looking slightly guilty. “Let me call her.”

While he does that, I get the car started and decide that in order to make it for the next four hours, we need to stop for coffee and breakfast. Eating ass didn’t quite fill me up.

I need sustenance.

“She’s just happy we’re okay. She was worried when we didn’t answer.”

“And what did you tell her? That we were busy fucking each other?”

He sputters and blushes, so pretty.

“I didn’t say that. I didn’t know if you’d want me to tell her.”

I don’t answer because I don’t know if I want that either. I don’t know what I want.

No, I do. I want to end up back in that room, exploring more of Christian. His body, the way he moves, the sounds he makes. I want more. And yet I know I can’t have it. We’re too different. We’d never work in the long run and that’s what Christian is. He’s a long-term kind of guy.

But then, as I drive away from the coffee shop we stop at, Christian shyly reaches over and links his fingers with mine and I melt.

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