Page 91 of Born in the Spring

She turns her smile to the landscape, and my eyes fall to thebending of her fingers, still on my thigh, as the light scratching of her nails shoots prickles along my skin too pleasurable for being stuck in this lift. “Our first ride of the season together. . .”

I work a swallow down my throat as her nails dig in a bit more, crawling a bit higher.

“Thank you for getting me up here,” I murmur, and the look she gives me is a soft acknowledgment of my words that becomes heady as she licks her lips, mine having parted with anticipating breaths.

I don’t know what could possibly be on her mind, right here and right now, but I know that look. And I know those nails.

“Wanna make it memorable?”

“Yes,” I say immediately. When I’m me—which I have been much more of myself since she came back—I’m rarely a no man, but when I see that sparked fire in Elara’s eyes, I’m nothing but a yes man.

I almost double back and tell her how memorable it will be already, because this season, we’re taking our first ride as a couple, but when her hand slides higher up my thigh in a grip that inflames every nerve in my body, I leave it atyes.

Then when she shifts to face me more, stroking a finger over the button of my pants and licking—wettingher lips again, I know exactly what’s on her mind.

“Elara.” Her name is a burst of shocked adrenaline, though I shouldn’t be surprised by how she shows she wants me at this point. Last week, she had me take her in the storage closet of the main lodge and I came on her back for the first time. We weren’t out in the open like we are now, but we could’ve been caught at any moment.

Up here? Peoplewillsee this.

My cock already thinks it’s a good idea, now half-mast under both of her waiting hands.

And so do I.

And holy fucking shit, so does she, as she pops my button and lowers my zipper.

At my tied tongue, she pauses. “Tell me you don’t want to get off before we have to get off.”

And now I’m bricked. The flirt in her voice as she teases part of my own words. But they’re still imploring, as mine were, for assurance, to hear me tell her she can do this for me, here. Andwithme? Yes. I fucking love this side of her.Myside. My Elara.

“I do,” I say with a hiss as cold air hits my cock when she springs me from the opening in my boxers. “Get me off, Elara.”

My groan is loud enough for anyone’s ears when she dips her head and slides her warm, slick mouth down my length. I’m trying not to make a show, but I can’t help myself. She feelsso. Good.

I scoot forward and lean back as much as I can to give more space for her to work me and for me to enjoy her. My head falls back, one hand reaching up to clutch the bar near my side and the other fisting gently in her hair as I let her have control. I grow even harder on her tongue, stretching her mouth as I hit the back of her throat.

She gags as I buck into her, my fist winding in her hair tighter. Another groan draws from my throat as I watch her head bob with the slowest, most sensual licks to my cock.

I think I hear voices swelling from places around us, but that’s not at all what I’m focusing on. And neither is Elara, as she takes her time,reallygetting her fill of me. And fuck, I’m running so hot.

When the lift starts to slow, she gets to business, sucking me faster as she cups and rubs my balls. But it’s her moaned gag when I buck into her again that does me in. I explode, into her mouth and from mine.

I keep my hold on her hair as she rises from my lap with apopof her lips, puffy and wet, my cum in her mouth. My eyes drift down to her throat, and my hand drifts there next to feel every movement of her swallow.

She smiles, and I breathe a smile back as I relax completely against the seat, not taking my gaze off her and the delicately smug way she tucks me back inside my pants.

My legs are so weakened, I can hardly stand up when we have to leave the lift, and I almost get knocked over by the chair. Elara chuckles, with her hand in mine, as we slide on our boards, then come to a stop once we’re out of the way.

And that’s when the commotion starts.

Everyone who caught what she just did to me gives us stares as they pass by. Some laughing. Some scowling—especially the woman approaching us now, with a kid at her side.

“Inappropriate,” she scolds us, talking for the other scowlers, then pulls her kid away by his hand.

Elara’s eyes widen as I fail an attempt to not laugh. “The kids,” she blurts out. “Iworkwith the kids.” She scoffs, but it has some snickering behind it that tells me she’s not entirely upset. The feeling of being with me is stronger than her feeling of alarm. “I guess this is what happens when I don’t think.”

“Amazing things happen,” I tease. She lost her head as her heart took control.

She starts to smile before more alarm widens her eyes again. “This could get back to your mom.”

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