by BJ Wane
“What a pretty pussy, all swollen and wet, ready for me. Turn the water away and watch me, Morgan.”
Morgan gazed down at him, unable to refuse the demand in his voice. With tormenting slowness, he ran his tongue up her slit, his thumbs keeping her open as he lapped at her. His soft beard brushed her inner thighs, the slight prickles adding to the pleasure of his mouth as his tongue caressed her inner walls, his fingers moving as he stroked her. She couldn’t keep from clasping his head and pushing further into his face. His chuckle vibrated through her sheath, making her thrust against his mouth harder, praying for a deeper, harder touch.
Jack pulled away from his succulent feast and looked up at her red, needy face. “Do you like having a bare pussy, Morgan?”
“God, yes, what’s there not to like? But dammit, Jack, I need to come.”
Jack was pleased to see the sad, haunted look her mother had put in Morgan’s eyes replaced by frustrated, unfulfilled need. Throughout the years he’d had plenty of practice erasing that look from her face, but none were as pleasant as his current method. “You sure are a demanding little sub.”
Her brows drew down in a frown. “Is that what I am, your submissive?”
“You, princess, are my everything, including my sub. Put your hands on your breasts, play with your nipples for me. I enjoyed watching you last night. I haven’t come that hard from jacking off since I was a twelve.”
If she hadn’t needed to get off in the worst way, Morgan would have laid into him for spying on her. As it was, the fact he had seen and watched her at her most vulnerable only turned her on more. Despite the blush heating her face, she smiled down at him. “You’re bad, Jack, very bad.” Her eyes on his, she cupped her breasts in her palms, lifting and squeezing her pliant flesh just the way she liked.
Jack never took his eyes from the sight of her caressing her breasts as he bent his head to taste the succulent flesh between her thighs again. With a voracious appetite, he lapped at her pussy, his lips, tongue, and fingers covering every inch of her bare, wet, soft flesh. In moments she was gasping and thrusting against his face. As his thumb rasped against her clit and his fingers stroked her while his tongue lapped her, seconds later she exploded against his mouth. Her juices coated his tongue and his fingers, her cries rang in his ears, and her body trembled above him as she came apart again and again.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Jack grabbed her buttocks in a tight grip, held her to his face, and set his mouth over her aching swollen clit. With teeth and tongue torturing that sensitive bud, hard hands gripping her sore ass, and her fingers pinching her nipples, Morgan exploded in another climax so fast and so strong it drove the breath from her body.
Without giving her a chance to recover, Jack rose to his feet, turned the showerhead until water cascaded over both their shoulders, then gripped her ass again. “Put your legs around me,” he demanded, his voice rough as he lifted and rammed his cock into her still spasming sheath in one smooth move.
She obeyed without hesitation, wrapping her legs around his pistoning hips, her arms tight around his shoulders, holding onto him as he hammered into her. The warm water running between them assisted in allowing their bodies to move smoothly together as he took her against the wall, his cock huge and hard as he moved with ruthless intensity inside her. The hairs on his chest grazed against her sensitive nipples, and when he finally, finally bent his head to take her mouth in a scorching kiss, his beard rubbed against her face, heightening her pleasure. Moaning into his mouth, she accepted his tongue, tasting herself as she savored her first real kiss from him. She didn’t know which she found more erotic, the way his lips took her mouth or the way his cock took her body. The two together were an irresistible combination causing electrical currents to sizzle through her veins, a forewarning to another impending, mind-blowing orgasm.
Jack reluctantly pulled his mouth away from hers with a low groan. “Christ, what you do to me. Hold on,” was all he managed as he exploded inside her, unable to stop from pounding into her over and over as his release erupted from his balls, up his cock, and into her clasping womb.
As Jack lowered her, Morgan gave him a tight hug. “Remind me never to argue about showering with you again.”
Grabbing a large, warm towel, he dried her off with brisk movements before lifting her and plopping her on the bathroom counter. “Stay there a minute.” Wrapping another towel around his waist, he went into the bedroom and returned with a small package.
“What’s that?” Curious, Morgan watched him open it and remove a small plastic device. His teeth were startling white against his dark beard when he grinned at her, a grin she didn’t trust.
“It’s called a bullet. Trust me, princess, you’ll like this.”
“Someone told me once never to trust a guy when he said ‘trust me.’”
“I meant other guys, and you know it, just as you know you can always trust me with anything. Now, lean back and spread your legs.”
Morgan did as instructed, her look wary as she watched him lift her feet and prop them on the counter. Spreading her knees wide, arousal spiked again, stunning her. She had never been able to get aroused so fast nor so often in such a short time. Nor had her orgasms ever come close to what she experienced with Jack. She either really got off on this kinky stuff, Jack or both. As he spread her labia and inserted the small round object, she decided it was mostly Jack. She couldn’t imagine allowing anyone else to do this to her with the same ease and the same lust-inspiring results.
Jack smiled at the consternation on her expressive face. Between the dampness seeping from her pretty pussy, her flushed face, and her heavy breathing, he knew she liked having him teach her new things. Pulling out some bondage tape, he attached the small control box to her side before lowering her legs and lifting her down.
“There. All set for some fun on the slopes. I’ll put a snowsuit and jacket on the bed for you. Slip my shirt on first and a pair of my socks. Really, Morgan. I looked in your bag. What were you thinking, coming up here in the middle of winter and packing nothing but a pair of jeans and a few tops?”
“Can we discuss my piss-poor packing later? I want to know what this thing is you have shoved in me.”
Kissing her nose, he nudged her out of the bathroom with a hand on her ass. “I’ll show you in a little while. Marc already has some of our guests on the ski slopes. I need to see if he needs my help. Get a move on.”
Fifteen minutes later Morgan sat bundled in Jack’s Tahoe enjoying the view as he skillfully maneuvered the four-wheel drive the few miles to the ski lifts and slopes. The bright sun had chased away all the clouds and shone against the pristine whiteness of the landscape. Now that she wasn’t fighting blustery north winds and blinding, blowing snow, she could appreciate the beauty of the mountains. Though the temperature remained frigidly cold, the bright blue snowsuit Jack had selected for her along with the boots, gloves, and attached hood, kept her plenty warm. The soft, pulsing vibrations starting up in her pussy spread that warmth even further.
“Jack,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I thought you wanted to know what the bullet does. That’s just the first setting, enough to let you know it’s there, not quite enough to get you off.”
Glaring at him, it took all her willpower not to shift against the seat or rub herself to ease the ache of unfulfilled lust. This was nothing short of torture. “Dammit, turn it off, you sadistic bastard.”
“Now, princess, is that any way to talk to the man who spent the morning giving you numerous mind-blowing orgasms?” God, he loved her open expressions, enthusiasms, and frustrations. With Morgan, he would never have to wonder if something was too much or too little. She had no problem expressing herself.
“I’m going to give you a mind-blowing smack if you don’t stop that thing. Please, Jack,” she pleaded, trying to ignore the way her pussy clutched the small plastic torture device, attempting to coax it into giving her more stimulat
ion.
Reaching into his pocket, he switched it off with the remote. He didn’t want to frustrate her too much; at least, not yet. “Better?”
Morgan let out a relieved sigh. “Yes, thank you.”
Marc saw Jack pull in and strode over to greet him, masking his envy. Having known Jack for over fifteen years, since their Army days, he well knew of his fondness for Morgan and the war he had waged within himself since returning from her college graduation. He knew of the love he had for first the young, neglected girl, then the insecure young woman, and the battle of keeping her at arm’s length he was losing. He knew all too well how the best of intentions could backfire when lust interfered, how those feelings could quickly change when one couldn’t accept the demanding lifestyle of a dominant lover.
Jack and Morgan got out of his Tahoe and Marc knew just by looking at them they had spent the past few hours exploring some of Jack’s preferences in the bedroom. From the look of stunned, sated pleasure on Morgan’s pretty face, he’d say she had no problem with whatever Jack had dished out. Recalling the look of her draped over Jack’s lap, her round, soft buttocks lifting for the feel of Jack’s hand, the wetness of her pussy evident between her splayed legs, he was pretty sure she had accepted everything else he had heaped upon her with equal ardor and enthusiasm.
“Nice of you to join us,” Marc greeted Jack.
“Sorry, man. Time got away from me. I’ll take over if you want.” Jack felt bad about leaving his friend and partner to see to their guests alone. “Any problems?”
“No, and I’m just giving you a hard time. This group has been here enough times they know the ropes and the rules. Jeff’s up on the slopes answering questions and giving pointers to those with little or no experience. We have two of the Arctic Cats out, the rest on skis.”
“Okay. We’ll ride up and help Jeff then I want to take Morgan out on one of the Cats.”
“What’s that?” Morgan asked.
Marc smiled at her. She looked cute all bundled up with only her face showing, her nose pink with the cold. “They’re snowmobiles. We have five two-seaters and a few one-seaters. They’re built for smooth riding, but they’re fast nonetheless.”
“Boys and their toys,” she quipped with a grin.
“You like the toy you’re wearing now, Morgan, don’t deny it,” Jack teased her, referring to the small vibrator nestled inside her pussy.
“Jack!” she hissed, mortified Marc might know what he’s referring to.
Marc looked at Jack and when he simply said ‘bullet,’ Marc chuckled at Morgan’s reaction. “Considering what I saw this morning, darlin’, knowing you have that little toy tucked inside you is nothing. Are you enjoying yourself?”
Morgan glared up at Jack. “He’s as insufferable as you. I want to go skiing now.”
“Now that’s the Morgan Jack has described to me over the years. She’s pouting, Jack. You’d better let her have some fun so she’ll be more malleable tonight.”
“What’s tonight?” she asked the two grinning loons.
“Come on. Ignore him, he’s just jealous and wants to cause trouble.”
Thinking he was right, Marc watched Jack swing an arm around Morgan and lead her to the lifts that would take them up to the slopes and snowmobiling trails. Yes, he was jealous. There seemed to be a good chance this would work out for Jack and Morgan, and he couldn’t be happier for them. He would have liked the chance to explore the strong feelings he had for Cassie last year, but he blew his chance with her through sheer arrogance and stupidity. He knew Jack would proceed with more caution with Morgan than he had with Cassie.
Chapter Five
“Are you ready?” Jack asked Morgan after he lowered the safety bar on the lift chair and they started their ascent.
Swinging her legs and looking down as they lifted off, she asked, “For what?”
“This.” Jack flipped the remote to the vibrator on high, sending Morgan into instant arousal.
With a startled shriek, Morgan clutched the safety bar in her gloved hands as the small gadget vibrated with strong pulsations inside her. Feeling it nestled right next to her clit, she could do nothing but go with the flow and ride out the instantaneous pleasure. Burying her face in Jack’s shoulder, she groaned in sheer frustration, pressing her legs tightly together, hoping that would either ease her arousal or send it over.
“Let go, Morgan. Go flying, right here, right now, while we’re up in the air. Don’t worry, I’ll be here to catch you.”
It was too much. The dizzying height their lift had taken them, Jack’s deep voice, and that insistent vibration between her legs all combined to throw her into a shattering climax that left her breathless and limp with pleasure. By the time they reached the top, Jack had turned it off and her shaking was reduced to small tremors.
“Don’t worry, princess,” Jack chuckled as he helped her down. “We were too far away for anyone to notice anything.” He wondered how long it would take her to lose enough modesty so she could climax and not care who knew or saw. While he found her embarrassment and shyness cute, he looked forward to the day she’d let go without giving a damn who was around to see.
After introducing her to Jeff, a young ski instructor who donated time to these groups in exchange for free use of the lodge’s facilities for him and his girlfriend, he outfitted Morgan with skis. “I’m going to relieve Jeff for a spell, but you go ahead and have fun. The slopes are marked as to degree of difficulty: beginner, intermediate, and experienced. I know you’ve skied before, but it might be best to start slow and work your way up.”
“Always protective, aren’t you, Jack?” Morgan asked, secretly pleased he hadn’t stopped looking out for her even though she was no longer that pathetic, ignored little girl he had first met.
“You’re my responsibility while you’re here. And I take my responsibilities seriously. Go, I’ll join you shortly.”
An hour later, Morgan was tired and cold, but exhilarated in a way she didn’t think she had ever been. Up here, away from her boring tedious job and from her parents’ negative influence, she could relax and be herself. Huddled in front of an outdoor wood stove, she warmed herself as she took in the breathtaking view of the snow-topped mountains from the elevated height. Icicles hung like teardrop diamonds from trees with a glimpse of greenery peeking out here and there. The different views of the mountains and the valley below from the ski lift and then the slopes had her longing for her pencils, aching to imprint the stunning vistas on paper. It had been years since she’d sketched or painted, and she’d missed the challenge of putting her creative juices to work.
Jack had always encouraged her art, buying her several art kits and supplies over the years. Her apartment held some of her paintings and she had sketch pads filled with drawings she’d always promised herself she’d paint someday. Life would be perfect if she could remain up here with Jack, spending her days drawing and painting and having sex. She just had to prove to him how much she wanted him and convince him to let her stay.
“Pretty, isn’t it?”
Morgan turned from the fire to smile up at Jack. His brown eyes were warm and his dark blond hair shone brightly in the sun, accentuating the contrast with his dark beard. “Yes,” she answered, referring to the deep valley. “It makes me want to draw again.”
Jack frowned down at her. “Tell me you haven’t given up on your art. I’ve asked you several times if you were still drawing and you assured me you were.”
“When I have time, I play with it. But I’ve never pursued it seriously, you know that. I have to make a living, and painting won’t pay the bills. Just because my parents have money doesn’t mean they’ll support me.”
“No, and you wouldn’t want them to. But that doesn’t mean you can’t pursue a career in art or look for a position in that field. You told me you had paid off your college debts last year.”
Morgan smiled with mockery. “Can you imagine mother’s reaction if I told her I was going to teac
h art classes? She’d die of embarrassment right after she disowned me.”
Jack shrugged as if her mother’s opinion was of no consequence. “So what. Let her disown you. At least you’d be doing something you want to do instead of what they want you to do. You broke off your engagement. You don’t have any attachments or obligations to keep you from pursuing another career, this time one of your choosing.”
Just the thought of someday being able to quit her job at her father’s company and spend her time doing what she loved gave her a heady feeling. “You really think I’m good enough to teach or sell my work?”
For twenty years Jack had been trying to bolster Morgan’s self-confidence, trying to undo and countermand the damage her negative, indifferent parents had wrought on their daughter. Sometimes he wondered if he was fighting a losing battle. In the past five years, ever since her college graduation, he had made sure he kept his contact with Morgan long distance. Phone calls and email were all they had shared in his attempt to give her a chance to find her own way, attain her own goals and grow as an independent, self-assured woman. He could see now that not helping her get out from under her parents’ control was a mistake. As long as she was around them, she’d never build up enough confidence in herself to challenge herself.
“I wouldn’t have encouraged you all these years if I didn’t think you had potential to be successful. When have I ever been anything but honest with you? Come on, let’s get a hot chocolate then I want to take you for a spin on one of the Cats. You’ll love it. You have a few days to think about what you want to do when you get home.”