by Lara Swann
Definitely something she could have done alone.
I find that I’m glad she didn’t, though…which surprises me.
When we’re done, we head to one of the bonfires a little closer to the live music and Lauren starts roasting marshmallows while I go back to my camera—appreciating the chance to take a few pictures of the sticks over the fire now that Lauren is here too. Since I’m not in any kind of official role here, I’ve had to be careful about the kinds of photos I can take…but with Lauren I figure it’s fair game. I can show them all to her afterward and delete any she doesn’t like—and the way she glances up occasionally and grins at the camera makes it obvious she doesn’t mind, even if I do get the occasional arch look.
“Here, I made you a s’more.”
I look up from checking the last few images to see Lauren holding it out to me, marshmallow oozing out between the crackers as the faint scent of sugar tantalizes me. I hesitate, glancing back at my camera as she takes a step closer. I’ve dodged the occasional marshmallows she’s tried to offer me, but this looks seriously tempting—if very sticky.
“I…”
“C’mon Tristan, they’re really good.” She enthuses. “You could stop for just a few moments…come and enjoy the fire and the marshmallows for a while, instead of just looking at them through a lens?”
“Okay, okay. I’m sold.” I give in, quickly packing my camera and equipment away, before taking the s’more from her. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Actually, I’ll make you another—you’re definitely going to want a second.”
“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head, mumbling around the blissful combination of marshmallow, chocolate and crackers. “I’ll make it myself—that’s half the fun.”
She laughs. “Okay, fair point. I’ll make one for myself then.”
I finish the s’more eagerly, then grab the skewer she hands over to me and spear a marshmallow for myself to join her by the fire. I bask in the warmth of it with a sigh, the change being more than welcome after standing just outside the heat to take photos with my bare hands suffering for it, and we spend a while like that, toasting marshmallows together and laughing at our attempts not to make a complete mess with the very sticky s’mores.
Lauren buys us a couple of beers from the hut nearby and as we approach sugar overload we alternate roasting marshmallows - more for the fun of it now - with simply enjoying the fire. Eventually we wander away over the crowd gathered around the band playing nearby and watch the fire dancers performing there, weaving in and out of the people in an impressive display and making the occasional kid shriek.
Lauren grins at me, laughing as she shakes her hips in a subconscious response to the music, and even though I don’t join her I still find myself getting swept up in some of the feeling behind it, smiling alongside her and enjoying the performance. I don’t go back to my camera - don’t even feel the slightest itch for it as we watch - and I’m surprised just how much I’m enjoying myself.
“You were right.” I murmur.
“Hmm?” Lauren asks, her head turning toward me.
“About tonight. I’ve had a great time.”
Not that the event has been any different from what I was expecting. There are still kids running around - even though it’s getting late now and the performances are starting to wind down - and none of the activities on offer seem particularly interesting by themselves. But somehow…it works anyway. I guess I never realized this kind of thing could be quite so enjoyable.
Lauren smiles, which only makes her face softer and more appealing, as everything about her seems to glow in the firelight.
“Thank you for coming with me.” She says, taking a step closer to me, and I can’t resist anymore.
I lean down, taking her chin in my gloved hand and cupping it lightly, tilting her face up to mine and taking that gorgeous mouth in a kiss.
I expect her to pull away almost immediately - to object, or to start telling me all the rules for sharing the cabin that I’m breaking - but I do it anyway. I can’t help myself.
And…she doesn’t do any of that. Instead, she leans in, her hand coming up to the back of my head as she embraces it with the same enthusiasm she’s brought to everything she does, and—fuck, it feels good.
So good.
My hand moves along her cheek to cup the back of her head and press our mouths together tighter, the sweet soft taste of marshmallows still on her lips and totally intoxicating me. I wrap my other arm around her waist as I take a step closer, our bodies flush up against each other and her breathy sigh whispering past my cheek. Fucking hell. My cock strains against my pants as I wish we weren’t wearing quite so many thick winter layers out here in the snow. Right now, I’m feeling hot enough I could strip off every one.
“Shall we go back to the cabin?” I murmur, in between snatched kisses as she nibbles at my bottom lip.
I half-expect that to break the moment between us and I’m just waiting for her to refuse, but she only presses harder against me as she nods. That sends heat flaring through my blood and I kiss her deeply, our tongues twisting together and the feel of her warm mouth beckoning me ever-onward before we separate for long enough to start walking towards the gondola, my arm wrapped around her waist and pulling her tightly into me.
We don’t stop kissing or touching as we board the gondola car, the whole thing tilting as we take a seat together, our bodies tucked into one another. It jerks into motion a moment later, leaving Lauren breathless and laughing, which only makes me want to kiss her some more. I tug off my gloves so I can feel the softness of her cheek against my fingers, and I’m surprised by the warmth there. She grins up at me as she leans forward, her tongue playing over my lips and into my mouth in a gesture that almost makes me groan.
“Are we actually going to do this?” She asks, her eyes bright as they look out from within a face wrapped up in a hat and scarf.
“Why not?” I smile, knowing it’s filled with all the decadent things I’d like to do with her when we get back to the cabin. She shudders under me in a far-too-appealing way and I growl a little as I nip at her bottom lip, my tongue slipping inside and swirling with hers again as she moans into my mouth. “We’re stuck sharing a cozy, romantic mountain cabin together…maybe we should make the most of it.”
“You sound just like my sister.” She laughs, the sound musical and light.
“That doesn’t sound like a good thing.” I say, my voice deep with lust as I pull back to look at her. “I’m not sure it’s your sister I want you thinking about right now.”
“Not even if I’m thinking that maybe you both have a point?”
“Mm, well…”
She kisses me again before I can finish the thought and I stop trying to talk about it.
I’m not quite sure how we got here, but damn, I’m not about to object. There’s just something magnetic about her that draws me in and has me wanting to be close to her, in a way I’m not at all used to. I can’t remember the last time anyone pulled me out of my work enough for that, and I’ve worked with plenty of people in forced-close-proximity before. It’s never done this to me.
But hell, right now? I’m not complaining.
We get as close as we can on the gondola and this time the spectacular lights of Aspen pass without us even noticing, too intent on stumbling off it as we stop and finding the first cab we can to get us back to the cabin. Lauren doesn’t even insist on calling her favorite cab driver—how she even has a favorite in a place she’s spent less than three days in, I have no idea, but she does—and within minutes we’re on the slow ride back to the cabin.
The need to be semi-respectable in public and just how long it’s taking to get back is starting to drive me crazy, but it’s also building the kind of simmering anticipation that only promises this is going to be a very good night indeed. With every minute that passes, I can see the heated look in Lauren’s eyes deepen, and practically feel her impatience as she shifts against me. I’m growling at
her mouth and trying - totally unsuccessfully - to find a subtle way past the seemingly dozens of layers she’s wearing against the cold in the back of the cab.
Just as I think I might have gotten somewhere, the cab pulls up at the edge of the path to the cabin and I shove a fistful of notes his way without even bothering to stop to look at them. He can have it all, for all I care right now.
By the time we finally burst through the door of the cabin into blissful isolation once again, we’re tearing at each others’ clothes and more than ready to be out of our winter gear. Lauren unwraps her scarf and pulls her hat off in one quick movement, leaving her hair mussed and looking adorable as it springs up around her in a halo. Before I can even think about my own clothes, I’m pulling her to me and running my hands through it, kissing her all over again. She digs at my jacket, unzipping it and pulling it open while I kiss her, our bodies bumping up against one another in excitement and need.
We leave a trail of clothes as we steer ourselves toward the bedroom, our jackets, hats and scarves discarded first, followed quickly by sweaters and tops, my shirt and vest coming off easily while my eyes remain glued to Lauren as she removes first one top…then another…and another…
Damn it, how many different tops is she wearing?!
They’re all alluringly skin-tight too, showing a generous hint of the perfect cleavage beneath that I’m waiting for, as she grabs the bottom of one and catches my eye, smiling wickedly as she finally pulls it over her head and—oh fuck. I’m on her in a moment, grabbing her to me again as I start kissing along her neck and shoulder, down to her collarbone and further, my eyes on the sensual black bra cupping the creamy skin of her cleavage the whole time. She moans against me as she takes a step back, then another one, as we push open the door to the master bedroom and edge back toward the bed, my fingers dancing across her skin and my tongue reaching for the generous dip between her breasts—when she stumbles, too much of her attention on me as the back of her foot bumps up against something and throws us both off balance. I grab for her, narrowly avoiding us both tumbling to the floor as she curses—before coming up with an exasperated look in my direction.
“Fucking hell, Tristan…you really do have every inch of this room covered in camera equipment, don’t you?!”
“Sorry…here, I’ll help.” I reach for her before she can say anything else, lifting her into my arms in one smooth motion as she gasps and throws her arms around my neck. It makes me feel like some kind of hero out of a book, and I laugh as I take another step, threatening to unbalance us both all over again.
“Tristan—what—” She gasps, laughing with me.
“I’m helping.” I explain.
“Yeah, um—” She doesn’t get a chance to object as I cross the room in a well-practiced motion, having navigated through my camera equipment often enough that I don’t need more than the moonlight coming through the window to see by.
I set her down on the bed, where she wriggles out of her jeans before wrapping her legs around my waist and drawing me forward, her hands running over the bare skin of my chest and up to my neck to pull me down for a kiss. I groan as our mouths meet, my cock straining in my pants as the bare lacy fabric of her panties slides over me, tantalizingly close but with far too many layers between us for me to feel it properly.
Oh fuck, I’m not sure how much of that teasing I can stand.
My fingers are curled in her hair as my tongue slides into her mouth, wanting to taste every inch of her as she rakes her hands across my back. She’s so fucking hot like this, her almost naked body too tempting to resist, and within moments I’m pushing her back on the bed and dropping to my knees as I spread her legs in front of me.
“Oh…fuck!” She gasps, falling back onto her elbows with her head tilted back as my fingers stroke along her thighs, getting closer and closer to her center while my head dips down to follow them with kisses and little nibbles.
She squirms under me and I can almost feel the heat coming off her as I hold her steadily in place, raising my head to catch her eye for one brief moment before nuzzling my way to the panties spread out before me. The prominent wet spot waiting there only makes my pulse pound harder, my cock thick and impatient within my pants, but for now I can barely think about that. I just want her., with a prominent wet spot waiting that only makes my pulse pound harder.
I breathe softly over her, wanting her to feel a hint of me before I follow up with my mouth and tongue, groaning as I taste her sweet musky scent through the panties and press them harder against her, enjoying the unique friction there even as I’m eager for more. She squirms harder, moaning as her legs wrap around my back, tugging me forward. I chuckle at how eager she is, the sound deep in my chest as it fuels my own desire, and within moments I can’t resist any longer, pushing the thin strip of material aside and flicking my tongue against her most sensitive area.
She cries out and I press further, using long, sweeping strokes of my tongue over her pussy and then flicking around her clit as she shudders under me. I slip my tongue inside her, groaning at her warm, wet center and thrusting it in and out as hard as I can, coming out to circle her clit again before dipping back inside and making her moan with every movement. As her breathing starts coming faster, I slip a finger inside and run my tongue along her inner lips, up to tease her clit as I press further into her, my finger thrusting in and out as she grinds against my face in quickly rising desperation.
It’s so fucking hot that my cock feels about ready to explode as it strains against my pants, but I ignore it, slipping another finger inside her and stretching her wider while my tongue flicks harder and faster, circling her clit again and again until—
“Ahhhh!” She cries out, her whole body shuddering as her pussy thrusts up into my face and the rest of her falls back on the bed, spasming around me. Fucking hell. I don’t stop there, taking her through the climax with my fingers and tongue and letting her feel every thrust and flick as she gasps.
“Tristan…fuck…I…ohhh…”
She shudders another few times, but she’s barely come down from the high before she’s tugging me up to her, trying to pull her panties off with the same motion—and I can see exactly what she wants in the dark gleam in her eyes. My own pulse races, heat flooding through my veins as I whip my belt off in one quick motion, her gaze fixed hungrily on the hard bulge in my pants. It drives me crazy just to see that and I pull my pants off as she wriggles back on the bed, making room for both of us while my cock finally surges up, red and pulsing now that it’s finally free.
“Fucking hell, Tristan…” She murmurs as she looks at it, eyes wide, and it only makes me even hotter.
I grin at her, my familiar smirk with a far darker glint to it, as I prowl forward and join her on the bed, kneeling above her in heady anticipation. I lower to kiss her fully exposed pussy again, juices glistening on her inner lips as I take one last long taste of her, before making my way up her body with my mouth and tongue and teeth. She groans against me, her legs wrapping around my hips and urging me forward until I get to her breasts, still cupped seductively in that tempting black bra.
I reach under her and undo the hook of the clasp, finally letting them spill out into my waiting gaze, before cupping them in my hands and starting to kiss and lick and suck the way I’ve wanted to do since that first hint of them.
“Oh fuck, Tristan…” She mutters, arching her back to press them up against me as my thumbs trace over her hard nipples, the thick pink nubs enough to have my hips rocking against hers. I can feel her entrance against my cock now too, wet and ready, and I tease us both for a little while like that, giving her gorgeous chest all the attention it deserves before she finally pulls me up into a kiss, long and hard.
“Now, damn it, I want you.” She mutters against me, her hips bucking as her pussy rubs up against my cock.
I groan, totally unable to wait any longer, and lean back to spread her legs wide, positioning myself against her. I meet her gaze and ho
ld it, then thrust forward with one hard motion and split her wide—her eyes opening and her breath coming out in one sharp gasp as warmth and pleasure and perfect heat meets me.
“Oh fucking hell…” I mutter, then groan, totally overwhelmed by how perfect she feels. “Lauren, I…fuck…”
She doesn’t respond, clinging to me as I sink into her, taking a brief moment to adjust before pure need overcomes me and I start moving, holding her hips against me as I thrust deep and hard while pleasure and heat build impossibly within me. My cock is pulsing with it and every stroke has Lauren moaning against me. She brings my head to hers and I kiss her hard, my tongue as insistent as my hips, and the pitch of her cries gets higher and faster as we crash together, our bodies moving frantically against each other and every thrust setting my blood on fire. My cock is throbbing hard as I slide against her inner walls, filling her completely, and she’s so tight and perfect around me that I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
I drop one hand to her breasts, cupping one and running my thumb over the firm nipple as I nibble and bite at her lips while she gasps my name. I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, the deep and breathy way she says it, and it makes the pressure building within me impossible to contain.
“Lauren…fuck, Lauren…”
“Tristan, I…”
She clutches my shoulders just as it feels like it’s too much for me—the hot tension narrowing to that one point, to the blissful feeling of my cock inside her—and her whole body rocks against me, hips meeting mine with every thrust as she flings her head back and screams.
“Fucking hell…” I mutter, as it hits me that we’re all alone out here—that we can do whatever we want—and then it’s all too much for me. Thought is impossible, as it all catches up with me and I just can’t stop. “Fuck…fuck…”
I grab her hips, slamming into her again and again as she climaxes around me, her pussy squeezing and milking my cock and sending red-hot pleasure rocketing through me as I thrust hard and fast, carrying us both up and over the peak until I’m seeing stars and my whole body feels weak with the force of the pleasure that just ripped through me.