by Mazzy King
The need—you know, that need—sweeps over me. The cabin is warm from the fire. The snow is beautiful and violent outside. I’m fed and safe, if a little banged up. And I’m cooped up with the sexiest man in the world who’s looking at me like I’m something to eat.
Why can’t I be? For just one night, why can’t I give in to someone who wants me? Someone I instinctively know will blow my mind. Just one night. Throw caution to the wind. Get the ugliness out of my mind. Let this man worship my body the way the look in his eyes tells me he desperately wants to.
I deserve it. I deserve Asher, even if it’s just for tonight.
And goddammit, I want him.
I stand up slowly, never taking my gaze off him. He doesn’t move, but his eyes track my every move.
Reaching down, I pull my soft, cozy top up slowly, then over my head. Underneath, I wear the lacy bralette I’d packed that offers no support whatsoever but makes me feel pretty to wear.
His eyes widen—or his pupils dilate. I’m not sure which in the dim lighting, but something changes on his face. Something comes over him that sends a thrill through me.
A possessive desire falls over his features as he slowly sits up straight.
“I have some selfish needs too,” I murmur, sliding my fingers into the waistband of my leggings. I inch them off my rounded hips. “It’s been so long, Asher. So long since anyone ever made me feel good. Made me feel beautiful. Wanted. Made me…”
“Made you what, Stephanie?” he asks, his breath hitched as he leans forward.
I push my leggings down and slide them off my legs, revealing the fresh black lace panties I changed into earlier.
“Made me come,” I tell him.
His tongue slides out to wet his lips, then he teethes his bottom teeth. A sexy, predatory grin tugs at his mouth.
Asher stands slowly and unbuttons his shirt.
“Then let me do something about that for you, beautiful.”
6
Asher
Is this real life?
The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is standing in my living room in front of a roaring fire, wearing a tiny bra and panties with all those goddamn glorious curves on display, asking me to make love to her?
I might never see her again. And if I’m being honest—which, I guess that’s my new thing—that hurts a little. Stephanie is special. I can feel it in my bones, I know that like I know Sadie is a literal angel on earth. I don’t want to let her go. I want to spend more time getting to know her. But if all we have is a night…I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.
I pull my shirt open and let it fall off my shoulders. Sadie whines and I hear the tick-tick of her nails as she heads into her corner on the other side of the room, where her big, plush doggie bed is located.
Stephanie’s dark eyes gleam as I pull her against my chest. “Are you sure about this?” I ask huskily. My dick is at full-mast and I know she can feel it, but I press it against her hip anyway. God, I want to be buried to the hilt in her now.
Her soft hands slide up my chest. “I’ve never been surer of anything. Kiss me, Asher. God, it’s been so long…”
The thought of this beautiful creature going so long without having a man to treat her like the queen she is both breaks me and ignites me.
I tilt her chin up, slide a hand into her thick, dark hair, and lower my mouth to hers.
I hate to be cheesy or cliché, but goddamn. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
Kissing Stephanie Ramirez, feeling her soft, lush mouth bloom underneath mine, feeling our bodies meld together as our tongues meet each other for the first time, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
Where have you been all this time? Why has it taken so long to get to you? Why did I waste so much time and get my heart broken with that other person when you’ve been in the world this whole time?
Even thinking that, of my past pain, suddenly makes no sense as Stephanie’s mouth shifts underneath mine, her lips hungry and urgent. When was I ever in pain? How could I be, with this winter siren in my arms? What even is pain?
Our bodies sway gently as we devour each other’s mouths, as if slow-dancing to the music nature has created for us, with the crackling fire as percussion and the howl of the wind outside the melody.
“I know we only have tonight,” she whispers when we part for air, “but please…please make love to me, Asher. Like no one ever has before. I just want to know what it feels like…to be wanted. What real passion feels like.”
We only have tonight.
The words hurt, strangely, even though I know better. But I force them aside to focus on her request. She’s a beautiful soul, inside and out. I know that because my soul recognizes that in her. She deserves much better than what she’s gotten.
“It’s my pleasure,” I murmur against her lips. “All my pleasure…”
I step away just long enough to grab a heavy blanket from the back of the sofa and spread it on the floor in front of the fire. Then I take her hand and tug her down onto it.
“Lie on your back,” I tell her, unbuckling my jeans.
Her eyes go wide but she does as she’s told.
I lower my jeans, then reach down to grip my huge erection. “Do you see what you do to me? You’re the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, Stephanie. Anyone who says otherwise is lying.”
She licks her lips, her gaze glued to my bulge. I tug off my tight boxer briefs, letting my thick cock bounce free. Then she moans a little, and I swear I could blow my load just from the sound.
“I want all that inside me,” she says, panting lightly. “So bad.”
I smirk. “And you’re going to get it. But first…” I crawl over her as she leans back, her smooth, ample thighs parting automatically for me. I grind my heavy dick right against her lace-covered pussy as I lower my mouth to hers, dipping in tongue-first. “First I need dessert.”
I pull the little scrap of lace she calls a bra over her head. Her tits are glorious—full and soft, her nipples pink and pert. I waste no time helping myself, teasing and suckling each one to an even harder point. The glisten of my saliva shines on her nipples in the firelight.
“That feels so good,” she gasps, her head falling back, long hair trailing on the blanket. “I never knew that could feel so good. Asher…I’m so wet.”
I gently nibble her nipple as I slide one hand between her thighs to see for myself. I slip a finger inside the crotch of her panties and am met with the warm, slick slide of her excitement coating her slit.
My eyes on her, I lean back and deliberately bring my finger to my mouth, sucking all her juice off. “I knew you’d be sweet. Can I have some more?”
Even in the dim light, I can see her blush. She nods.
I pull her panties off and grunt appreciatively. She’s all bare, smooth skin, except for a neatly trimmed landing patch, and her pussy is plump and fleshy.
I lean down and kiss up the insides of her soft thighs, one hand on the equally soft curves of her belly, then hover over her center, grinning as she quivers. I run the tip of my tongue over the delicate skin, the creases where her thighs meet her body, and lightly up each pussy lip, purposely ignoring that key spot where I know she wants my tongue the most.
“You’re teasing me,” she cries softly, writhing under me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I tell her in a wicked tone that suggests I’m not sorry at all, which I’m not. “But I promise all my torture feels so, so good…”
I open her slit with the tip of my tongue and slide it all the way up over her clit. Her wail almost drowns out the noise of the wind outside.
“Oh my God, Asher!”
Hearing my name on her lips is probably the greatest thing I’ve ever heard. I do it again, and again, until her fingers tangle in my hair.
“Suck my clit, please,” she begs.
Her polite bossiness edged with desperation makes precum leak out of the tip of my dick, and a real surg
e of panic fills me. I want to make this a night she’ll never forget—I can’t bust my load now.
I focus on her sweet little clit, sucking with my lips while rolling my tongue against it. In a matter of seconds, she cries out, her body seizing, and her juice bursts over my tongue.
I growl into her pussy. “Fuck, yes, baby. Come for me. Do it again.”
I continue sucking her clit and work two fingers into her drenched pussy. Fuck. She’s tight, and I only have two fingers in her. She’s going to feel like a vise around my fat cock.
She bursts for me again, but I need one more. I wedge my shoulders under her thighs and throw her legs over my back, pushing her knees back to her ribs, and devour her. I could eat her for every meal of every day. She’s a drug, and I’m hooked after one hit.
We only have tonight…
Her hands grab my head as she comes a third time, rolling her hips up, pushing her pussy against my tongue to milk every last drop of pleasure.
But this night is only just starting.
“My turn,” she says huskily, pushing back to a kneeling position.
Before I can protest, she tilts her delicious ass in the air and swallows every last inch of me.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl, winding a hand into her hair. Immediately my balls tingle hotly. I won’t last through her mouth, let alone five minutes buried in her tight pussy. But I’m helpless against the miracle that is her mouth and tongue, leaning back on my heels. I brush all her hair to one side and wrap it around my hand. If I’m helpless to her sucking me dry, I want to see it in action.
Her lips pout around my dick as she moves her head up and down. Her cheeks suck in around me as she works my base with one hand and massages my balls with the other, sneaking a finger back to brush that magical kryptonite spot between my balls and my anus. Her mouth is tight and wet and she sucks me with a hunger I’ve never experienced before.
“Baby,” I moan, “you’re going to make me come.” I tug her hair gently.
Instead of pulling away, her mouth and hands tighten on me, and she seems to redouble her efforts, moaning.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Baby. I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
She winks up at me, sucking me harder, faster.
Oh shit. She wants my cum.
My abs contract as I hit the point of no return. My cock stiffens in her mouth to an impossible point and pleasure floods my body.
“Shit,” I hiss out as I spurt thick jets of cum into her mouth. She swallows audibly, moaning with excitement again. I swear the tip of my dick hits her tonsils, but she never flinches.
Finally, she pulls away, reaching up to wipe off that amazing mouth. “You have the most delicious cock.”
Miraculously, my thoroughly worked dick twitches at the words. I reach out to pull her into my arms. “Trust me. Nothing compares to your pussy. In fact, I’m hungry again…”
This time I position her above my face and let her ride my mouth and tongue exactly how she wants to. By the time she’s come another two times, my cock is back in the game.
She slides down my chest, leaving a wet, sticky trail from my mouth down to my belly button. “I want to ride you,” she breathes.
“I want you to do whatever you want,” I tell her, watching through hooded eyes as she positions herself above me. We moan together as she finally sinks onto my cock. Her tight, wet pussy is so indescribably amazing my resolve to last as long as she needs starts to crumble.
Stephanie places her hands on my chest and rolls her hips back and forth. Is there nothing about this woman that’s not one hundred percent pure sexy? I doubt she’s even aware of it, how she looks as she loses herself in pleasure, gasping on top of me, her head lolling back.
“Shit, Asher,” she moans. “God, you’re so huge. You feel so fucking good.”
“It’s all for you, baby,” I say, clenching my jaw against the pleasure. I’m as deep inside her as I’m going to get and it still doesn’t feel close enough. “Only for you.”
She stills.
Fuck. Why did I say that? I mean, it’s true. But now I’ve probably scared her off.
Instead, a tender look comes into her eyes. She pulls my hands from where they’re firmly planted on her hips and places them on her breasts, then starts a slow ride on top of me, gazing into my eyes. I gently squeeze her breasts and brush her nipples with my thumbs.
No words pass between us, but the shift in our sex is obvious. What started as desperately needed fucking has become…true lovemaking. In the past, I thought I made love to someone. But until now, I’ve never made love with someone.
My breath hitches.
“Asher,” Stephanie breaths softly, “I’m gonna come. Come with me. Please.”
Considering I’ve been holding myself back by the collar from doing that very thing, her request is music to my ears. I guide her hips into a strong downward stroke while I thrust upward hard.
“Oh yes,” she cries, digging her nails into my chest. “Oh fuck. Just like that, baby!”
Per her command, we explode together. The rapid clench and release of her pussy around my steel cock pulls me down just after her, but we gasp and moan in unison, moving in sync with each other as if we were designed specifically to fit the other’s body.
I pull her close. We’re both sweaty and warm from the fire, breathing hard. Her arms wind around my neck and our lips find each other.
After a moment, I tilt my forehead against hers. “Well, ma’am. Did I successfully fulfill your request?”
Stephanie giggles, and the sound makes me smile. “And then some.” She snuggles against me. “This feels like a dream.”
The words tug at me.
It does feel like a dream…and dreams aren’t real.
And I want this to be real. I want Stephanie to still be here when I open my eyes tomorrow morning and in the morning a year from now, and a year from that…
“Maybe it is, Sleeping Beauty,” I tell her lightly, moving away just long enough to grab another blanket and a couple pillows from the sofa. We snuggle underneath it. I hold her to my side with one arm and pillow my head on the other, blinking up at the ceiling.
After a while, she says, “The snow stopped.”
I lower my gaze from the ceiling to out the window. It has stopped. There’s a fuckload of snow, but…it stopped.
That means my cell signal will probably be back. That means I can probably have someone drive up and take her back to Hawk City so she won’t be stranded up here. That means she’ll be back to her life in no time at all, and tonight really will be little more than a dream, after all.
I wish it would have snowed much longer, but…
It stopped.
7
Stephanie
It was easy to pretend the night could go on and on forever in the dark, but when a wet nose pushes against my cheek and brightness flares behind my eyelids, I know I can’t ignore the morning.
I crack my eyes open, meeting Sadie’s big brown ones. Her ears are back and she wags her tail, and I can’t hold back a smile. She’s stretched out beside me and the blankets under her are warm despite the fire having gone out, suggesting she’d been there a while. I shift so that my back is to Asher’s warm chest and make a little more room for her as I scratch her ears.
“Looks like she’s telling you good morning,” Asher says in my ear, “and that she has to pee.”
I chuckle. “Well, you should never keep a lady waiting.”
“Of course not.” I feel his lips against the back of my head, and one arm snakes around my waist. “I guess…we should see about your car today. Get a tow back to the city.”
There’s a sad but sort of distant note in his voice that makes me frown. “Yeah, I guess so.” Despite the incredible intimacy we shared last night, I’m nervous now. Self-conscious. Scared.
We did say it would be one night. And that night is over now. Real life waits for me, and real life waits for him. I don’t know where or how o
ur circles can overlap to make a Venn diagram.
It doesn’t matter. It was one night.
“I guess…I should shower and get dressed,” I add.
“I’ll take care of Sadie,” he says. “You’re welcome to use my shower.”
In his bathroom, I run the water to get it hot and turn to study myself in the mirror. I don’t know if I expected to look different this morning, but I do. I’m glowing. There’s a lightness in my face I haven’t seen in years. It makes me look younger.
It makes me look…happy.
I don’t want to lose that.
My phone, nestled inside my weekend bag that I hauled into the bathroom with me, chirps shrilly. I grab it, shocked I have cell service and immediately stressed out at the sight of all the texts that have come through from Lisa.
But it’s not Lisa calling—it’s my mom.
“Hey, hon,” she says as soon as I say hello. I hit the speaker button so I can pull toiletries for my shower out of my bag and clothes to change into after. “I’m so sorry to bug you during your long weekend away—how is Lisa, by the way?—but I just wanted to see if you decided on the wedding next weekend.”
“Can’t this wait?”
“No. Cousin Greta called me a little bit ago. They need a final headcount. Shall I tell her you plus one?”
My head spins. I could possibly have a plus-one…
Just one night.
“Actually,” my mom purrs, “maybe you should come single. There’s going to be lots of eligible men there.”
I wince. “Eligible meaning what?”
“Oh, you’re smarter than this,” my mother snaps. “You know exactly what I mean.”
I am smarter than that, and my mom just proved she really can be as shallow as I suspect. “A rich doctor or lawyer? A stockbroker? A CEO?”