Page 72 of Avalanche
“Lily.”
Teeth nip at my lower lip, bruising, and then he’s pulling me against him, cradling my helmeted head with his hands. His goggles knock against my helmet as he kisses me, the lenses probably scratching. He doesn’t seem to care, or perhaps he doesn’t notice. I open for him, melting against him, letting him take control of the kiss, sink his tongue in deep.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, is the niggling awareness that we both need to get back to work. That this was just supposed to be a short hour run together between lessons.
I peel off my gloves, dropping them carelessly on the log beside me, hoping they don’t slip into the snow beneath, and reach between us. Liam groans into my mouth when he feels my fingers fumbling at the zipper of his snowboard pants. I feel his cock buck against the back of my knuckles as I slide down the zipper, then tentatively slip my fingers in, trailing them over the straining fabric of his boxers beneath.
“Fuck. Lily.” He pulls back, shivering, pupils blown wide as he stares at me in silent question, his breaths panting and hot against my ice chilled face. He glances nervously around the empty forest, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. “Are you sure?”
I dip my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers in answer, watching his face as my cool hand wraps around the hot length of him.
His eyes roll back, lashes fluttering against his cheek, a strangled sound catching in his throat. Heat pools low in my belly at that sound, the insistent tugging behind my naval becoming something more demanding, something heavier.
I want him so much. Want to feel him inside me.
I drag my thumb over the head of his cock, swiping at the precum beading there, then toy with the little dipping arrow beneath the head. His lips part on an exhale, his gaze dropping to where my hands are tucked between us, inexpertly teasing him.
“I… I don’t have a condom,” he admits, shooting me a sheepish grin. The look is so unfamiliar on him, it has something squeezing behind my ribs. “I don’t usually carry them with my in my uniform.”
“What?” I tell him with mock surprise. “You mean you don’t normally lead your students into the forest to seduce them?”
He shudders, giving me a horrified look, making a laugh burst out of me. The sound is swallowed up by the trees around us, muted.
“I could go down on you,” I suggest, my mouth watering at the thought of taking him between my lips. “You don’t need a condom for that.”
I wrap my fingers around him, sliding my palm down the length of him and dragging another moan from him. He eyes my mouth hungrily, then swipes the tip of one gloved thumb over my lower lip.
“Ungh,” he agrees. “But what about you?”
I eye the cold damp log behind me dolefully. There is no way I’m taking my pants off in the snow, exposing myself to the freezing cold, getting my thermals wet. It sounds decidedly unappealing, even with the heat of lust clouding my decision-making.
“You can make it up to me,” I tell him decidedly, “when we get home.”
He looks like he’s going to protest, but his lips part on an exhale when I drop to my knees in the snow in front of him and tug his cock free from the confines of his boxers.
“You better be quick,” I tell him, teasingly darting my tongue out to lap at the swollen head. “We only have a few minutes to get to post.”
He narrows his eyes at me, but the effect isn’t quite the same with his flushed cheeks and blown pupils, and those little panting breaths making clouds in the air in front of him.
“It’s fucking cold,” he hisses, a tinge of panic lacing his tone. “My cock’s going to shrivel up if you just leave it out there like that.”
I huff out a laugh, the sound breathless. “Don’t be such a baby.” But then I’m opening up for him, drawing him into the warmth of my parted lips, curling my tongue around him. Because I’m nice like that.
“Oh shit,” he exclaims, his gloved hands flexing at his sides, his eyes going wide. “That’s… fuck your mouth is hot.”
I squint up at him with amusement, drawing him in deeper, till the head of his cock is hitting the back of my throat. I swallow, my eyes fixed on him.
I love seeing him like this. Cool, unaffected Liam. Love watching him lose control. Love knowing that it’s me that’s breaking him down.
His eyelids flutter shut, dark lashes resting against pale skin that’s made even paler by the dappled light filtering through the pines. His lower lip catches in his teeth, his fluttering pulse visible above the collar of his instructor’s uniform as he tilts his head back. I let my hands wander beneath his jacket, finding the warmth beneath, dipping them beneath his waistband, untucking his thermals until I can feel the smooth skin of his hips, his stomach, his sides.
His skin pebbles beneath my touch, muscles rippling beneath silk, trembling. His gloved hands settle on my shoulders, holding me to him as he shamelessly chases his pleasure.
“That’s it,” he urges when I hollow my cheeks, increase the pace. “Oh my god. Yes. Just like that.”
Above us, a faint wind dances in the swaying tops of the pines, making them chatter like wood chimes, bringing a flurry of sparkling snow down around us—light, airy flakes that dance and swirl around us like glitter in a snow globe. I feel them catching on my eyelashes, feel their icy brush across my cheeks.
I can taste Liam now, the salty-sweet flavor of him against the teasing drag of my tongue.
