Page 13 of Going Down

My body tenses and Dash rubs my arms. I’m not a fool. He’s used humor to lighten the mood, break down my defenses, in an attempt to make us acknowledge something we already knew.

The heat between us will run cool before the spring thaw.

“Do you understand?” Dash asks.

“Yeah,” I shrug. “It’s co-workers with benefits.”

“Kat, the benefits are exclusive. I don’t stick my dick in everything on skis. It’s not my style and never has been.”

I appreciate Dash’s honesty. Yet, the only sound louder than my audible swallow is the crackle of the fire nearby. I don’t want my encounters with Dash to be a series of nights strung together in my memory. Ones where, with a clearer head, I will wonder if he was biding his time with a disposable person until something better came along. I also don’t want this taste of recklessness to pass me by.

Dash patiently waits for my response. I stand poised at the top of the proverbial double black diamond, readying myself for the moment I push off and let the wind whip against my cheeks or turn away, living half a life and only willing to accept the security of unchallenged skills.

The only thing certain about us is we have a definitive end. This knowledge convinces me that what we’re doing is safe. My eyes are open and my cautious heart’s not on the line. I take Dash’s hand and guide him up the narrow steps to his platform bed. The ceiling is low and we can’t stand upright. I allow Dash to lay me down on his bed.

“I’m on the pill.” I nibble my lip.

Dash uses his thumb to pull it away and stop the incisor from cutting through. He licks the indent, kissing me softly.

“Don’t worry. I have you covered.” Dash has dropped my overnight bag with the condoms in it onto the mattress.

We lie for a moment listening to the crackle of the fire below, touching one another with reverence, and playing with the fabric edges of one another’s clothing as it comes off piece by piece.

I arch my back to remove my shirt and bra. Dash takes the invitation to feasts on my left breast, licking and sucking in my nipple, worrying it to a taut peak. I run my fingers across the back of his neck, holding him to me and moaning as one of his palms caresses the other breast, kneading and pinching the soft point until it’s as hard as the first.

I’m not very well endowed, which with an athletic job, works in my favor. Boobs have a tendency to get in the way…Until you’re naked underneath someone, hoping they don’t mind the size of your chest. Dash worships my tits. I get the impression he likes how tightly they sit against my body and that they’re a perfect fit for his hands. He’s brushed his fingertips against the bottom of them when he holds me from behind or snakes his palm up under my sports bra to touch me while I’m dressing.

His empty hand trails lower, down my stomach. My legs spread in anticipation, eager to please him and find pleasure. Dash has the instincts to know every exquisite and torturous thing to do to make me want to be fucked. And I am so fucked when this ski season is over.

Like flakes fall in a snow globe, it settles on me that no matter how many lies my head tells my heart, my emotions are becoming wrapped up in this now. I may not be in love with Dash, but at one time thought I’d love someone like him. He makes me remember the possibility.

“You have two choices.” His blue eyes gleam as his knees move between mine.

“Options are always good.” I bite my lip again, intent on listening. This man has made me come in so many incredible ways I’ve stopped wondering where he learned to fuck and want him to teach me. I want to do all the things that make him hot and get him off. Whatever fantasy Dash is to me, I want to give back to him.

“You feel up those gorgeous tits or hold onto the headboard. But no touching me. At least not until you can’t stand it anymore.”

“How will I know when that is?” I ask.

It’s now. The conversation has me wanting to scrape my nails down his back and sink them into the flesh of his ass while he drives into me.

“We’ll both know.” He reaches for my hands. “Are they going up or down?”

Dash’s hard nipples scrape against my own. I’m not sure if I can touch myself and concentrate on what he’s about to do to me. There’s always next time.

“Up.” The words leave my mouth without hesitance, but he has to guide my hands over my head to place them on thin, carved spindles nailed to the wall.

“Wise choice because I’m definitely going down.” If words could make me any wetter his have. Dash’s tongue on my most sensitive places is a heaven on earth.

I expect Dash to duck his head between my knees and devour me. Instead, he leans back on his haunches and rakes his eyes over my body. When he gets to my hips his gaze moves back up to my breasts while he snags a condom.

“This is another one of those moments that’ll be sewn into my memory, Kat. You laid bare to me, trusting me with your body.”

He grips his already hard cock, stroking it. His eyelids close ever so slightly. I’ve never seen a guy a jack off. The torment on his face is beautiful in a way I can’t explain. His jaw clenches and his abs tighten with each pull of his hand.

“All you have to do is acknowledge me with ‘hello’ while working at the peak and my mind wanders to the million ways I can fuck you and make you come.”

“Oh, God.” A rush of warmth spreads lower. My pussy quivers. Is there some special word for a girl orgasm without penetration or dry humping? Because I’m sure I just had one of those while listening to Dash while he masturbates over me. My fingers tighten around the bedpost so that I don’t let go when all I want to do is shimmy down the mattress and suck his dick.

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