by Hunter King
But when we get closer, we can see this pool is even more packed than the others. While we were drinking bourbon, everyone else had the idea of staying warm in the hot springs.
“What now?” I ask. I’m disappointed and on the verge of being distraught.
A guy in the pool sees us and says, “They’ve got a fire pit going in the parking lot in front of the lodge.”
“I guess that’s our only hope,” Josh says, leading me up the last part of the trail toward the lodge. We round the corner to see a roaring fire, and the flames look so inviting, I feel like a moth.
Unfortunately, there are three tight rings of humans circling the fire. Josh and I pull up behind them, but barely feel any warmth. We stand there for a minute, then he takes my robe and wraps it around me and adds his own robe on top of that. It’s a noble gesture, but it doesn’t help.
Meanwhile, my teeth continue to chatter so loudly I feel like an idiot. This is insane. I wonder if we’ll all die out here, to be discovered in the morning, frozen like statues around the ashes of a fire.
Josh pulls something from his jacket and holds it up with a smile.
It’s a flask! I nod and take it, slugging back a big gulp of bourbon. Again the warmth helps a little, if only in my mind. Josh takes a long slug himself.
Some of the others are talking amongst themselves, and I see a bottle of tequila being passed around. The two of us don’t seem to be in the talking mood but continue trading the flask. The air around us is frigid, and a stiff breeze has picked up to make it seem even colder, if that’s possible.
“Your lips are blue,” he says as I hand him the flask. “Are you okay?”
His concern is sweet. “I’m so fucking cold,” I whimper. I look at Josh and a thought pops into my brain out of nowhere: I like this guy.
He removes the robes from my back, drapes them over his own shoulders, and slides behind me. His arms wrap around my upper chest, covering me once more with a robe as he pulls me back against him.
“I’m freezing too,” he whispers close to my ear. “I know this is kind of awkward, but maybe it’ll help us both.”
I don’t object in the slightest to his bold move. First of all, I’m shivering pretty hard. And secondly, I’ve always liked strong men who take what they want. Sure, this is the survival-in-winter version of that, but I can’t help but be a little turned on by it.
Josh and I remain like that for a few minutes, neither of us talking. Slowly my body stops shivering and my teeth are no longer chattering.
“Look,” he says, pointing his chin upwards. “It stopped snowing.” I follow his gaze and see an ink-black sky filled with what look like a million twinkling stars. It’s breathtaking.
“So beautiful,” I say softly, my breath a little cloud.
We gaze at the stars for a moment. When a shooting star crosses the sky, I turn to Josh to make sure he saw it. His expression tells me he did. It’s a sweet little shared moment that endears me to him.
I rotate in his embrace until we’re facing each other. “This side now.”
His eyes reflect the fire behind me. He’s so very handsome. I wrap my own arms around his waist and pull us tightly together.
“It’s not really that awkward,” I say with a sly smile. “And I think it’s working.”
The tequila-fueled crowd has begun to get louder and we’re still not close enough to the fire to benefit much from its warmth.
“Maybe we should go back to your cabin,” Josh suggests.
I don’t hesitate for a second. “Yes, we should.”
Josh
Sarah and I hurry back to her cabin, quickly shutting the door behind us as a strong wind blows a big gust of loose snow into the room with us.
I hang the lantern on the wall, then turn to look at Sarah’s lovely face. Her lips have already turned blue again and the shivering is back.
“I know what you need,” I say, lowering my face and pressing my lips to hers. She doesn’t resist, whether because of the cold, the bourbon, or a real attraction. Probably a combination of all three.
The kiss starts out tame, just two people warming each other’s lips with an old-fashioned chaste movie-star kiss. That quickly gives way to a passionate one as I slide my tongue gently between her lips and she parts them to let me in. When out tongues touch, it’s electric and the heat between us rises quickly.
When we finally come up for air, I have a hard-on and am glad for the layers of clothing that are keeping it secret. I don’t know if it might scare her off to know I got an erection the first time we kissed, but I haven’t had sex in a while. Not to mention that I’m insanely attracted to this gorgeous woman.
“Well, I’m no longer shivering,” she says with a smile. “When I invited you to bring your bourbon over, I pictured an awkward hour of freezing while drinking.”
“But you invited me anyway,” I say.
“I didn’t want to freeze by myself. Plus, you have the bourbon.”
“Speaking of which…” I pull the flask out and offer it to Sarah. She sits on the edge of her little bed and pulls the blanket around her. Looking at me, she pats the bed next to her and opens the blanket on that side.
“Get in here,” she says. I take a seat, our thighs touching, and she pulls the blanket over both of us, then takes a big swig and passes me the flask.
Just as I’m about to drink, my stomach growls audibly, eliciting a giggle from Sarah. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything to snack on, would you?” I ask, laughing.
“I only brought hot chocolate mix,” she says, sliding her free gloved hand into mine. “How can you be hungry after that amazing buffet earlier?”
“I missed dinner,” I say. “I was still in the pool.”
She squeezes my hand and says, “Should’ve gotten out with me when I offered.”
I consider telling her why I missed dinner, but don’t know how she’d react. “That wasn’t an option.”
“Dinner with me wasn’t an option?”
Great, now I’ve painted myself into a corner.
“I had to stay in the pool for a while,” I say, hoping that will suffice.
“Well, you didn’t actually have to. You chose to.”
“It wasn’t a choice, I assure you. Can we drop the subject?”
She looks at me with curiosity. “What’s going on here? What are you not telling me?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know. Really.” I laugh, despite myself.
She squeezes my hand again and says, “Like I said earlier, we’ve already seen each other naked. What do you have to hide?”
“That’s the problem. I saw you naked.”
Now she’s confused. “That’s a problem?”
I blurt out the truth. “Sarah, I had to stay in the pool because I was excited.” There, it’s out in the open now.
“Excited?”
I suppose I have to spell it out for her. “I had an erection.”
“No, you didn’t,” she says, matter-of-factly. Then she realizes what she’s just said and adds, “Oops.”
“You peeked, did you?” I tease.
“Everyone peeks, it’s natural. I saw you peeking when I was getting dressed. Admit it.”
“I definitely admit it. That’s when the problem arose, so to speak.”
“You’re just saying that,” she says.
“No, I swear it’s true.”
She looks skeptical. “Just like that? You see five seconds of naked lady-flesh and you get all excited?”
“Apparently, your lady-flesh is particularly erection-inducing.”
“You’re such a pervert, getting a boner in the nude pool!” she taunts.
We both laugh, and she says, “That’s kind of cute, actually.”
“You should take it as compliment.”
“If you say so.”
We both have another couple of drinks. Sarah takes a slug from the flask, swallows, then looks into my eyes.
“Is it now?” she asks.
“Is what now?”
She rolls her eyes with mock exasperation. “You know. With us this close to each other? Are you…?”
“Now? No. Earlier by the fire, though, to be honest. When you hugged me back.”
“A guy doesn’t get an erection just from hugging a girl, especially not when it’s this freezing cold.”
“I don’t know about other guys,” I say, “but I know I did. And it happened again a few minutes ago, when we were kissing.”
Sarah looks at me. “Did it really? During the kiss?”
I nod, beginning to feel a little weird about my admission.
“What about right now?” Her voice is low and sexy. “Right this second?”
“No, not now. You’re safe.”
Sarah ignores my little joke and slips a hand behind my neck, pulling my face down to hers. A split-second later, we’re kissing again. This time she’s quite aggressive, playfully entangling our tongues over and over. Her breathing gets louder and she releases a sexy little moan against my lips.
She breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes. “How about now?”
“Yes.” I hold her stare and add, “As a rock.”
She removes her hand from my neck and places it in my lap, feeling around.
“You’re such a liar,” she accuses playfully.
“It’s down there somewhere,” I say. “Under all those layers.”
Sarah arches an eyebrow skeptically.
“You need proof of the erection you just gave me?” I ask incredulously.
She nods. “Seeing is believing.”
“It’s freezing cold.”
Sarah makes a chicken sound.
Okay, now it’s a dare. Even if I were the kind of guy to decline a dare—and I’m not—I’d be stupid not to show this woman the hard-on she induced. It’s pretty obvious what that would lead to, and I’m certainly up for fucking someone as beautiful and fun as Sarah.
I stand and face her, then begin to unzip my heavy jacket. I have to take off my gloves, and my fingers are instantly cold as hell. I lift my two sweaters, then fumble for my belt and undo it. By the time I get my fingers on my zipper, I’m hoping I’ll still be as hard as I was a moment ago. It’s kind of impossible to tell.
I unzip, then look at Sarah for final approval to actually do this. If this was a joke-dare, I don’t want to be the flasher who takes it too far.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” she says, then lowers her eyes back down.
She’s got a good view from her seat on the bed as I slip my numbing fingers into my briefs and pull out what is—thankfully—a very solid erection, pointing upwards toward her at an angle. An erection that is immediately cold but nevertheless holds its position.
“Oh, my,” she says breathlessly. I see a lust in her eyes matching my own, then she looks up at me. “I’m on the pill.”
I stand there for a second, pants undone, my cock pressing against the fabric of my briefs in an effort to gain its freedom again. Then I rip off my jacket and let if fall to the floor.
“Take your clothes off,” I command her as I pull a sweater over my head.
Sarah quickly removes her own coat and tosses it aside, then peels off a sweater as I work my way out of my second sweater. She stops momentarily as I begin to unbutton my plaid flannel shirt.
“All of it?” she asks. “We’ll freeze to death.”
“We’ll be fine,” I say, pulling off my T-shirt and exposing my bare chest to the elements. Suddenly, I’m not quite as concerned with the cold. Bourbon and a beautiful, willing woman can do that to a guy.
I kick my way out of my boots and look at Sarah in time to see she’s wearing only a tank top and her jeans and is working on her own boots. While she struggles, her hard nipples push against the fabric as her braless tits sway, and I feel my cock strain anew.
She gets her boots off and looks up to see me standing there naked, waiting for her to finish so we can get under the covers. I grab the two robes and the blanket, then watch her peel off her jeans, then her tank top and panties.
“Holy fuck, it’s cold,” she says, climbing under the covers and scooting to her side of the bed. I throw the blanket over her, then the robes, and climb in next to her.
I won’t lie, it’s still cold as fuck.
But the moment our naked bodies touch, the temperature becomes less important than what’s about to happen.
Sarah
This all happened so fast. It’s been less than two hours since the power went off, and now I’ve got an incredibly hot, shamelessly naked man in my bed.
And one with a very big cock, at that.
When I glimpsed Josh’s member by the nude pool, I would never have thought it capable of reaching the size of the one I saw a moment ago. The one I’m currently wrapping my own fingers around, with no glove to prevent me from feeling its soft-yet-so-hard shaft, it’s long and thick, and feels so, so warm in my hand.
So why are my teeth beginning to chatter again? Then Josh touches my shoulder and within seconds, I’m in the middle of a quite nasty chill, convulsing like crazy.
“Shh,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my body against his. Our flesh touches as he whispers in my ear, his breath warm. “Give it a minute until the blanket traps our heat.”
I love the thought of he and I creating heat together. Josh kisses me, his tongue sliding blissfully between my lips where I greet him with mine. That incendiary kiss, with my hand still firmly wrapped around his still-hard cock, removes the worst of the cold from me. He kisses his way across my jawline to my neck, then up towards my ear. When I feel him nibble my earlobe, a warmth spreads outward from between my legs.
A noticeable throb brings my attention back to his hard-on, and I stroke his thick shaft. Josh works downward, leaving kisses over my collarbone and his head disappears under the covers. When his fingers brush against my breast, they’re still cool enough to instantly pucker my skin, and his lips quickly close around my stiff nipple. His tongue glides across it, over it, around it, until I can’t stand it.
Josh traces a finger from my knee, slowly up the inside of my thigh. I can already feel the wetness by the time he’s half-way to his destination, and I part my legs to give him access. He toys with me, pushing a finger just right inside my opening before bringing it back out again. Then he moves up to my clit and I nearly detonate right then when he touches it with a gentle fingertip.
All this time, my face is freezing, while the other parts of my body are still quite cold. I reach under the covers and pull Josh out. “I’m cold, Josh. Warm me up from the inside.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He moves his hips between my legs, and I grab a hold of his sides and hang on tight. I feel his big cock slide between my wet lips, then pause. “It’s okay,” I reassure him. I’m on the pill and really want him inside of me right now.
A second later, he pushes just slightly inside, maybe an inch. “Tell me you want it,” he commands.
“I want it,” I moan. “Give it to me.”
“More.”
“I want it bad,” I say insistently, my voice hoarse with need. “I want your cock in me.” I’ve never talked to a man like this before, but he’s pushing me and everything I’m telling him is the absolute truth.
“You want my hard cock?” he asks gruffly.
“I want it so much, Josh. Fuck me now.” I grab his ass with both hands and pull him into me, tilting my hips to give him the perfect angle.
Josh responds by driving that big cock into me, then he slowly begins working it in and out. It’s absolute heaven the way he fills me up just enough, putting exquisite pressure on my walls. I spread my legs wide and urge him to get as deep as he can.
Holding onto his tight body is just as blissful. My hands roam from his tight ass over his back, up to his shoulders, then across his chest. Everything about this man is taut and lithe. Between his skillful thrusts and the way his body feels under my fingertips, I find myself float
ing faster and faster towards the big orgasm I need.
Josh is close, too, I can tell by his breathing and the short, deep moans that vibrate his body. Just hearing that from him takes me closer. I hear a moan escape my lips when that familiar tightness takes hold of my lower abdomen. My pussy feels like it’s on fire in a good way.
“Fuck me hard,” I urge.
Josh responds by pounding me, hammering his cock into me again and again and again, each thrust taking me that much closer.
“Harder,” I tell him. “I’m close.”
“Hurry,” he says. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Don’t hold back. Come with me.” I moan again, this one loud. I’m almost there. His cock feels so amazing in me and I slip steadily toward—
I suddenly come hard, seconds before I expected to. It’s like someone lit my fuse and it couldn’t be stopped, and my entire body shivers, this time in a good way. Wave after wave fires through me as my muscles spasm all at once. I forget all about the cold and my entire focus is on the big, hard cock that Josh is hammering into my eager pussy.
“I’m coming,” Josh says urgently. Then I feel him start to withdraw from me while I’m still coming, my muscles continuing to spasm.
“No, don’t!” I half-scream at him. “Come inside of me.”
He hesitates, then drives all the way into me. Four or five times he pounds me like that, then he moans loudly, and I feel his hot liquid inside of me. It’s such a gloriously sexy sensation that I fall right back over the waterfall, only this time I’m coming even harder.
“Oh my god!” I yell as Josh continues to pour his thick seed into me.
Suddenly the room fills with light and for a split second I think my massive orgasm has ripped my consciousness wide open.
Then I see the most handsome face ever hovering over mine. A sheen of sweat covers his brow and his heavy breaths turn into condensation when he exhales into the frigid air.
“Don’t stop,” Josh urges me, still moaning himself. I hold his shoulders and ride the blissful waves as long as I can before slowly coming to a stop at the same time Josh does. His cock throbs inside my cunt, sending a final shiver through my body.