Once my legs dropped, he climbed to his feet. The designer underwear hit the floor, and he wrapped his fist around his cock and stroked it while I watched with greedy eyes. I reached to pull him on top of me, but he evaded because he needed to make a pit stop to grab protection. I couldn’t take my eyes off the motion of him rolling the latex along the thick and long length. The way it pointed at his navel as his abs contracted was a seduction in itself.
He moved to the end of the bed and lowered his head to kiss me in a mirror image of the move I’d pulled on him earlier. He switched our positions, and once again, I found myself straddling his lap. Our faces were close together, and his cock was pressed right against my entrance. My pussy fluttered with excitement, and my nipples tightened even more when our chests dragged together. Everywhere we touched was an erogenous zone, and I was already so far gone that all it took was the tip of his cock gliding through my sensitive folds to make my insides clench.
Risky’s golden eyes glowed, and a knowing smirk flashed across his face. “Make yourself come, Lucky.”
I felt burned alive by the heat in his gaze and the warmth radiating off his body.
“Regardless of whatever is happening, I want you to know that with me, you’re always in control. You’re the boss.”
It was an inopportune time to cry.
I had a big dick between my legs and tears in my eyes, and I couldn’t decide which one to focus on. Risky always knew what I needed to hear and what I needed from him.
Right now, my life seemed to be out of control. I was helpless. Weak. Attacked. The thing I longed for the most was the powerto decide things for myself. I was sick and tired of standing still while situations happenedtome. It was woefully unfair.
We were here together like thisbecauseof me.
I was the one he wanted.
It was me who made him excited and turned his touch impatient.
My name clung to his lips.
The touch of my hands as I lowered myself and situated his rigid erection inside of me, making him shudder and sigh.
Having such power over a dominant man went to my head quicker than the cheap wine, and it chased away the last bit of cold that encased my tattered heart.
I let my weight pull me down onto his cock and moaned at the feeling of being stretched and filled. I curled my arms around his neck and rested my cheek against his slightly sweaty temple as I started to move. The glide up and down pulled more sounds of passion out of my mouth. And the drag of hard against soft sent my head spinning. It was like I became untethered from Earth. There was nothing tying me to all the difficult things trying to hold me down and disrupt my dreams. I was above all of that, somewhere only Risky and the satisfaction he gave me could reach.
I was untouchable. Invincible. Unbreakable.
I was also more turned on than I’d ever been.
Fuck being frigid. I was an inferno.
My body enveloped Risky’s with its heat and then pulsed happily around his girth. I started moving faster since he’d already put in the work to make me pliant. It wasn’t going to take much for me to come apart.
I dug my fingernails into his back and used my teeth to bite his ear. It wasn’t a soft nip. I tugged hard and felt his hands dig into my ass as his hips shifted underneath mine. The friction was enough to make me gasp and moan. However, I wasn’t undoneenough for Risky’s liking. The fingers of one of his hands slipped between our grinding bodies, and he pressed the pad of his thumb on my eager clit.
The heady sensation of both his hand and cock bringing me to completion was addictive. It was very easy to envision myself needing more of this man and the way he made me feel, the more time we spent together. Exquisite sex wasn’t enough to make me surrender my heart, but tossed in with all the other ways Risky had shown up for me and supported me, how could I resist giving him the only thing of value I had left—my heart?
Our pace quickened as Risky followed my lead. He held me tighter and turned his head so he could skate his tongue along the side of my neck. His cock throbbed inside me, and his skin burned against mine. Everything became an incoherent kaleidoscope of thoughts and feelings that were brand new to me. Risky panted my name and clutched me close when I came and bowed backward so far that I nearly fell off of his lap. In the blissful spiral of my orgasm, he flipped me below him and trapped me with his weight as he planted a hand next to my head.
His thrusts were fast and frenzied. Apparently, all that foreplay and teasing had taken a toll on him as well. He hammered into me, chasing his orgasm like it might slip away from him if he wasn’t quick enough to catch it.
When he came, he said my name in a deep, serious voice. I got the sense that he was making certain I knew that he knew exactly who it was who made him anxious enough to lose control and let some of that precious care slip.
After we were both limp with satisfaction, I let him carry me to the shower—where one thing led to another, and I nearly drowned with his cock halfway down my throat. By the time he bundled me up in his bed, I was bleary-eyed and too tired tothink straight. I fell asleep in seconds and didn’t sense Risky climbing in next to me.
I was dreaming of s’mores and campfires. Happy memories mixed with those from the stormy night my nightmares had started. I felt trapped in place, no part of me free from the lodge. When it thrived, so did I, and when it went up in flames …
I woke up with a start when Risky jumped out of bed, his eyes wide and his entire body tense. I struggled to get my bearings and realized in a rush that the smell of the campfire in my dream had been so strong and potent because something was burning.
The lodge was on fire.
The snow had picked up, and the temperature had dropped while I was drowning my sorrows under Risky’s sexy body.
I stood, shivering in front of a scene that looked like something out of a movie. I could see the flames eating away at the interior of the hand-built building. Thick black smoke colored the night air as a blanket of fresh snow protected the surrounding foliage and structures.