Christmas in the Mountains (Mountains Series Book 4)

by Phoebe Alexander

  “Now this is my kind of surprise!” Charlie exclaimed in his sexy accent. He wasted no time climbing onto the bed to inspect the scene from a closer vantage. He stroked his hand down his wife’s long, shimmering tresses and murmured, “That’s a good girl. Show Sarah how grateful we are for her hospitality.”

  Sarah gasped as Zora sucked her clit between her teeth, the sensation burning right through her core. When her eyes fluttered open, she noticed a bulge had grown in the crotch of her husband’s jeans, and with one finger curled, she beckoned him to the bed.

  James obliged, unbuckling his jeans as he approached. He joined the three on the bed, perching on his knees with his pelvis aligned with his wife’s head. Reaching into his boxer briefs, he freed his engorged cock from its confines with a relieved grunt. Sarah stretched her neck to lick a pearly bead of pre-cum off the tip before locking her eyes onto his. As soon as her tongue darted out to capture the new drop that appeared, his blue eyes snapped shut with pleasure.

  Zora continued her devoted ministrations, her face completely buried between Sarah’s thighs. She was clearly enjoying the endeavor, her moans of delight nearly as loud as Sarah’s. Once Charlie mirrored James by positioning himself on his knees opposite him, he unzipped his pants, unleashing his monstrous cock. Sarah couldn’t help but notice the enormity of his manhood as he pressed it against her hungry lips. She estimated it had to be at least eight or nine inches long and nearly as big around. She stretched her mouth as wide as it could go, but could still only manage to take a few inches of it.

  Sarah was not one to shy away from a challenge. Though she wished she were able to unhinge her jaw like a snake, she adjusted her angle so as to better accommodate Charlie’s massive cock. Soon, he was able to take turns with James thrusting in and out of her eager mouth. When she was working on one cock with her lips, she took the other into her hand, showcasing her exemplary multitasking skills.

  She couldn’t believe how quickly it all came back to her – how fully engulfed she was in a matter of minutes, as though she’d never stepped away from such pursuits to have a baby. The visuals of bitten lips and closed, enraptured eyes; the musky, heady scent of arousal; the quick bursts of gasps and long, throaty moans – the sights, smells, and sounds of the scene unfolding all at once around her felt both familiar and exhilarating. She was in her element, her freest state of being.

  “I’ve never been so thrilled to be stranded!” Charlie gasped as Sarah took his beautiful black cock deep into her throat. The last word came out in a grunt as Sarah’s oral prowess stole his voice.

  “Sarah, do we have any condoms?” James asked from the other side of the bed. He moved to standing, slowly stroking his erection in his hand as he anxiously awaited an answer.

  Sarah’s response was garbled as Charlie continued to move in and out of her mouth, his head thrown back and his smooth, round, muscular ass contracting with each thrust. Zora’s head popped up from Sarah’s pussy to interject, “I have some in my purse. Just a moment.”

  Sarah felt all of the heat escape her body as Zora climbed off the bed and headed back into the living area. Charlie followed.

  “You’re flushed,” James observed, leaning down to plant a kiss on his wife’s lips. “You okay?”

  “Fuck, I was right on the edge,” she sighed with a bit of a laugh. “Is this okay with you? Zora seems like she’s a bit of a Domme! She just pushed me down on the bed and went at me.”

  James glanced down at his erection. “I don’t seem to have an issue with it,” he said, chuckling.

  Zora returned to the room waving a long package of gold-wrapped condoms and wearing a victorious grin. Her small, perky breasts jutted out the top of her red lace bra, and her hair had settled in golden waves around her shoulders. Charlie had ditched the rest of his clothes, and Sarah could not help but rake her eyes up and down his gorgeous male form. His shoulders were broad and muscular, and his chest perfectly sculpted as if cut from a smooth, rich, umber-colored slab of granite. Her eyes wandered down the ripple of his abdominal muscles to the striking V carving his hips. And there, bulging out from between his massive, well-defined thighs, was that glorious cock she’d already gotten acquainted with. She had thought eight inches before, but now she was sure it must be nine. It had been a long time since she’d attempted something that large, and in the past, she’d had a bit of trouble taking a man that size. But if she’d stretched her mouth to accommodate his thickness, she was hopeful her pussy could perform just as well. She only hoped her cervix would still be intact when he was finished with her.

  She glanced at James, who wore a skeptical expression, his brow cocked and eyes narrowed. Sarah couldn’t quite make out why he was looking at her when Zora was standing right there in all her slender, delicate glory. She looked like a nymph, so beautifully shaped that Sarah could envision her as a ballet dancer, arching her graceful limbs like an exquisite rosebud trailing off a vine. Her neck was long and narrow, and her stomach so flat and smooth. Sarah didn’t think she’d ever been so svelte, not even before her daughter Abigail was born.

  Sarah gave her husband a look as if to ask, Are you absolutely certain everything is alright? He nodded, and the corners of his lips turned up as if he understood her perfectly. She smiled, loving how well they communicated even in the absence of words. She watched his eyes trail toward Zora, sparking with lust as she began to unfasten her bra, letting her petite breasts gently bounce against her ribcage as they were released.

  She turned her attention to Charlie, whose lustful gaze caressed her curves as he made his way toward her. Zora handed him one of the condoms, and he reached out to intercept it without once breaking eye contact with Sarah. She bit down on her bottom lip as he tore the package with his teeth and then unrolled the condom down his magnificent shaft. The way it stretched to accommodate his length and girth nearly made her gasp with excitement as she tried to imagine what he would feel like inside her.

  She noticed James had left the bed to move toward Zora, helping slide her red lace panties down her thighs. Then Zora returned the favor, guiding his jeans down his legs as he lifted his shirt over his head. James had let his chest hair grow in, and it curled around his hardened nipples, casting a light brown shadow over the tattoo he’d gotten to commemorate Lynnea’s birth. His pecs were still round, smooth and firm, and his abs still defined, though not quite as sharply cut as Charlie’s.

  Sarah watched Zora’s expression as her eyes drank in James’s nude form. She looked pleased, a sheen of moisture appearing on her lips as she wet them with the same tongue that had just moments ago been buried in Sarah’s pussy. It was only a matter of seconds before she was dropping to her knees to run her tongue up the length of his thickened shaft. There’s something so satisfying about another woman enjoying your man’s cock, Sarah thought with a salacious smirk.

  After removing his glasses, Charlie climbed onto the bed right between Sarah’s legs in the space his wife had moments before occupied. He pressed his bulky, hard body against her soft flesh, and it was impossible to miss his arousal as it jutted insistently into her inner thigh. He lifted her up with one arm so she rested in his embrace and locked his gaze onto hers. She studied his face from his wide, expressive eyes to his broad nose, which eagerly drank in her scent, to his full, moist lips perched mere inches from hers.

  “I’m glad to make your acquaintance,” he said in his most proper, formal accent before dropping his lips to her neck and planting a trail of kisses across to her collarbone. She felt her core ignite with lust, his massive cock throbbing against her. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he declared as his eyes trailed down the length of her form, caressing her with his soft voice before his eyes lifted back to hers.

  When her eyelids parted, she saw his desire radiating out. She loved how open his eyes were, how transparent and unashamed. There was something raw and moving in them that captured her imagination, and she felt their primal lust for each other twist together until it was stronge
r, like iron and carbon forged into steel.

  When his lips met hers, a firestorm of need burst down her body, straight into her pulsing core. She shifted her hips, wishing she could feel his cock pressed against her opening, seeking her heat. His lips were so soft, so full as they gently sucked hers between his teeth that she barely noticed James guiding Zora onto the bed next to them.

  Zora moaned as James entered her, and Sarah glanced up just in time to see the look of ecstasy that flashed across his face the moment his cock was ensconced in the warm wetness of her pussy. She wrapped her slender legs around his hips and pressed her hands into the firm flesh of his ass, trying to take every inch of him deep inside her. Sarah was suddenly grateful they’d already had a romp earlier in the day; hopefully he would be able to showcase his stamina. But he grunted softly as he pulled her body to his, slowing down his rhythm as if he needed to hold back.

  Meanwhile, she was dying to experience the rest of Charlie’s charms. So far, his lips, his touch, his slightly musky scent from helping James out in the snow were all riveting. She could only imagine that his cock would be the cherry on top. But he seemed hell-bent on teasing her as he slid down her body to taste her nipple. As he nibbled on the left one and then the right, she couldn’t help but writhe underneath him. She swore she could feel her heartbeat in her clit, which was so swollen with need from his wife’s attention that she was afraid she’d explode as soon as the crown of his cock brushed against it.

  He could obviously sense her struggle and was delighting in it. “What do you want, Sarah?” he asked, raising his eyes to meet hers again.

  Zora was moaning so loudly at this point, Sarah was sure she was teetering on the brink of orgasm. “I’ll have what she’s having,” Sarah purred, quoting the famous line from When Harry Met Sally. She felt his amused chuckle rumble straight through her as he leaned back onto his heels, his thighs forcing her legs to spread even wider.

  “I’m going to go slowly,” he promised her, pressing the tip of his enormous cock against her opening.

  She was panting with desire at this point, not caring in the slightest if he ripped her in two, as long as he was inside her. She was beyond words, reaching out to grasp his hips, urging him to lower himself into her. But he was so controlled and deliberate, sliding himself inch by inch until he met resistance.

  “God, you’re so tight, Sarah. Relax a little, baby,” he moaned when he was only halfway submerged.

  Sarah opened her eyes in time to see James’s ears perk to hear Charlie’s words. Zora had just orgasmed and was now a melted pile of whimpering goo beneath James as he continued to slowly pump inside her. He looked distracted for a moment, then he turned his attention back to Zora, tapping her shoulder and gently instructing her to turn over. She did as commanded, presenting her small, firm ass to James as her satiated head collapsed onto the mattress.

  Charlie rocked his hips back and forth, trying to break past the point of resistance while Sarah watched her husband slide his cock into Zora, planting his hands on either side of her slim hips. His hands look huge gripping her like that, Sarah thought as he found his rhythm and his eyes closed again. He began to slam into her much more intensely, causing little bursts of “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” to spew out of Zora’s mouth with each thrust. Watching her tiny frame absorb the shock of his pounding made Sarah wet, which helped Charlie finish easing his way into her narrow passage.

  When he was fully inside, he stopped to give her time to adjust. She felt her walls squeeze his cock tightly as they throbbed against him, willing him to move. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she thrust her pelvis forward, forcing him back a few inches, and then pulling him to her again.

  “Careful there,” he whispered, leaning down to press his lips against hers again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I need to come,” she winced, feeling his crown press forcefully into her cervix, straddling the thin line between pleasure and pain.

  “I know you do, and you will,” he promised her with a smile in his eyes.

  The dimensions of the room began to fade as sparkles rained down behind her eyelids. The pressure surging through her core was so intense, she felt as though she might combust. “Oh, god!” she cried out as he began to move inside her.

  She couldn’t remember ever feeling so full before. When she’d been with men close to Charlie’s endowment, it seemed they didn’t get quite as hard, meaning there was a bit more forgiveness in their thrusts. But Charlie’s cock was as rigid as a steel rod, a steel rod with a pulse. Her body tensed as she felt the sensations rip through her, bringing her ever closer to the climax that had been hanging in the balance for what seemed like an eternity at that point.

  He held her body close to his, anticipating her undoing. And then, in one sharp burst of light, she shattered, pulsating and quivering around him, while sending her pleasure reverberating through his body like a tidal wave rippling on the shores of a beach a thousand miles away.

  Space and time were irrelevant, and for a moment, she floated in a purple abyss.

  Four: Playing Games

  When Sarah awoke, she found herself in James's arms. She wrestled with lucidity, wondering for a moment if Charlie and Zora had been characters in her dream. But as she slowly gained consciousness, she realized she heard their voices murmuring in the distance, from the other half of the small cabin.

  She nudged her husband awake after she surveyed the orange sliver of sunlight that was slipping behind the mountain. The entire snowscape glowed golden as towering fir trees cast dusky purple shadows across it. "James?"

  He stirred, a small yawn escaping his lips. "Yes?" he asked before opening his eyes.

  "What happened with the truck?" She’d almost forgotten that James and Charlie were on a mission to secure shovels from Charlie and Zora's cabin so they could unearth James's pickup truck from its snowy prison cell.

  "Oh, yeah," he answered, as if he too was just remembering. Apparently, their early afternoon romp had wiped out both of their memories.

  He moved up in the bed so his head rested against the headboard, still trying to gather his bearings. "We got two shovels, but it was still snowing so hard when we got back to our cabin, we figured it was pointless to start shoveling."

  "It looks like it's eased up now. The sun is out," Sarah observed.

  "True. But we were planning to stay tonight, anyway. It's going to be dark soon, and I'm not driving down the mountain at night, even if we did manage to get the truck out. We won’t be able to see the road."

  "So we're not even going to try?"

  "We were supposed to stay here tonight anyway,” he reiterated. He smiled at her, hoping it would unstitch her tightly furrowed brows. "Don't worry, darling. Now that Charlie is here to help, we can work on shoveling out the truck first thing tomorrow."

  She tried to smile, but it came out a smirk. "Okay,” she conceded. She scooted herself to the edge of the bed and slowly stood up, her joints and the tender muscles of her inner thighs reminding her of the activities she'd participated in a few hours earlier. Guess it wasn’t a dream, she mused.

  She turned back to look at James, who was still reclining on the mattress with his arms behind his head, making his biceps pop out into smooth, round bulges on each side of his face.

  "You're okay with everything that happened?" she asked him, trying to keep her voice neutral. Then she realized she should have phrased it "are you" instead of assuming he was.

  She watched a flash of ambivalence cross his features before they settled into a relaxed nod.

  "James?"

  "It was fun," he clarified.

  "Okay, but I'm trusting you to let me know if something isn't right. That's how this works, you know. Communication and transparency."

  "I know," he retorted, as if he was a little irritated at her patronizing tone.

  Sarah stared at him a little longer, and then, satisfied he was telling the truth, she made her way into the other room to check on thei
r guests.

  "Everything okay out here?"

  Charlie had put on his boxer shorts and the t-shirt he'd been wearing under his sweater, and Zora was wearing just his sweater. "Yeah, we just woke up too," she said, stretching her slim arms high above her head.

  "So I guess it looks like we are staying here tonight," Sarah said. "I was going to make some pasta for dinner. Does that sound okay? I also have plenty of wine."

  The mention of wine totally transformed Zora's expression from one of regretful wakefulness to one of full anticipation. "Did you say wine?" she confirmed, following Sarah into the tiny kitchen like a puppy dog.

  Sarah went to work uncorking a chilled bottle while she contemplated the fact James hadn’t yet emerged from the bedroom. Then she heard the shower start to run. I hope he really did enjoy our playtime. She wasn’t sure why a shred of doubt still niggled at her.

  It had been a while since the two had engaged in any form of swinging or polyamory. Sarah had seen her friend and former lover Pawel, a Polish man she met when he was a visiting professor at Sarah’s former university, exactly one time since Lynnea arrived, but they didn’t sleep together. That meant – until today – neither James nor Sarah had any other partners since James had been with the woman he’d dated while Sarah was pregnant. I know it’s only been a year and a half since that, but it feels like an eternity, she reflected. Something about having a baby – it was difficult to remember what life was like before Lynnea was born.

  Sarah and James had been through so much in six years. She remembered meeting him for the first time the night she spoke on a panel about gays in the military on the campus of the University of Maryland, where she used to teach. James was an ROTC instructor and had brought his students to hear the panel speak. Then they’d had coffee to discuss the matter in more detail not long after.

  There was an instantaneous attraction between them, and at first Sarah thought the situation was ideal. She wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship, and James was younger and between deployments. He didn’t seem ready to make a commitment either. They enjoyed some stimulating conversations and playdates before James admitted he was thinking of getting back together with his high school sweetheart.