by Kelly Alexis
But why did it have to end? Maybe I could talk him out of being a gigolo, or maybe I could hire him to be my companion once I got back to Denver. I had a lot of money now. I could afford to pay for us to have a great lifestyle. I could…
I heaved a frustrated sigh. I knew that would never work. Yes, he was with women for money, but that didn't mean he could be bought. And, most importantly of all, he couldn't be owned. If he were put into a subservient position, it would be demeaning and humiliating, and I would never want to see Frisco like that. He was proud and free, and he could never be mine.
My vision blurred as my eyes filled with tears. How could so much pleasure become such great pain? We had one more day together. One more day to make love, to laugh, to create wonderful memories that I could revisit in the dark of the night when I was all alone in my million-dollar loft. Blake had been right. I knew exactly what I wanted now. But I could never have it.
Frisco stirred and rolled onto his back. The sheet fell away, and my eyes were drawn to the swell of his manhood. I had expected it to be relaxed and sleeping like its master, but it was swollen to full-mast, jutting out from his body. Heavy balls rested on his leg, and I couldn't resist reaching out and cupping them in my hand.
"Don't stop now," he murmured, his voice husky. He reached down and guided my hand up to his cock.
"Is this what they call morning wood?" I asked, taking over and stroking his hard dick.
"It's what I call Sami wood," he answered, his eyes focused on me.
"Ha, you were sleeping."
"I was dreaming about you."
"Good answer." I smiled and continued milking his swollen cock.
He groaned, and his eyelids lowered as he squirmed under my touch. "If you want him to do anything else this morning, you'd better stop," he warned.
But I was enjoying this as much as he was. His cock's skin was smooth and stretched tight over his shaft. My thumb focused on the heavy vein running on the outside while my fingers squeezed with each long stroke. I couldn't resist leaning over and taking it in my mouth. My lips closed around the head, and my tongue swirled around its circumference. I hummed my approval, and his penis grew even harder.
"Oh God…oh God…" The words escaped from his open mouth as his head lolled back on the pillow.
I tasted a squirt of precum and knew he was close. I wanted to watch him orgasm, so I pulled my head back and continued caressing his cock until I felt it convulse, and a fountain of hot white cum shot out. I didn't stop, and his flow continued, splashing on his tense abdomen. It was so intimate and exciting that I felt liquid pour from my own swollen pussy. I wanted him inside me, but this was his moment, and I wanted to stretch it out for as long as possible.
My mouth returned to his cock, and I sucked out the juices from the aftershocks that jerked through him. I loved the taste of his cum and his skin. I couldn't imagine any other man's cock in my mouth.
He pulled me up, and I slid up his cum-slickened skin. He hugged me tight against him and buried his face in my hair.
"Now that's what I call a good morning."
I could see the clock now, and I corrected him. "Actually, it's a good afternoon. It's almost one."
His stomach growled. "It's been a long time since we ate dinner. Do you want to call for room service or go downstairs?"
"I saw a sign on the bulletin board about a Christmas bazaar, and I'd like to check that out."
"Sounds good. It's Sunday, so they have a spectacular brunch we could catch first."
"I love brunch."
He pulled me farther up his body and gave me a proper kiss. "I want us to eat in the restaurant tonight, to celebrate."
I swallowed back the thought that it would be our last meal together. "I'd like that."
Reluctantly, Frisco moved me off to the side and stood up. I found myself fascinated by the bobbing of his relaxed cock as he headed toward the living room where he collected his discarded clothes and dressed. I knew the majestic Rocky Mountains were right outside the window, but I was quite enjoying the view inside my suite.
"I'll be back in about thirty minutes. Is that enough time for you?" he asked.
"Sure, I'll be ready," I said as I sat up on the edge of the bed.
"God, you look sexy in the morning." He crossed the room and pulled me to my feet then kissed me thoroughly and deeply. "Maybe I should stay and help you with your bath."
"Actually, I thought I'd take a shower. A long, hot shower." I looked up at him through my lowered eyelashes.
He jerked his sweater and shirt over his head in one move and was out of his pants and boots while I watched with amusement.
"Feeling dirty?" I teased.
"Filthy." He grabbed my hand and led the way to the shower. He reached in and turned it on, testing it until it was the correct temperature before stepping into the spray and pulling me in with him.
I noticed his cock had already recovered and was partially erect. It continued to grow as the water sluiced over us. He poured liquid soap into his hands and started with my neck, half rubbing, half caressing my body from neck to toes. He paid special attention to my breasts and crotch area, washing me inside and out. By the time I was squeaky clean, I was incredibly turned on, and his throbbing cock told me he was, too.
I returned the favor, slathering his body with my sudsy hands, stroking and playing while he watched with increasing desire. Finally, when he could stand it no more, he sat on the stone-covered bench and pulled me on top of him. I was even wetter than I had been earlier, and his huge cock slid in easily. My legs were bent at the knees and resting on the bench on each side of him with my hands braced on his shoulders as he leaned against the wall.
We moved together, him thrusting upward, me rising and falling, impaled on his masculinity while the water pounded on my back, splashing over my shoulders and running all over us as we simultaneously orgasmed, screaming as the sensations left us weak and completely satisfied.
I collapsed on top of him, my head resting on his shoulder as I panted to catch my breath.
"I'm glad I stayed," he murmured in my ear.
"I couldn't have reached that spot without you," I assured him.
We finally regained our strength and stood. He poured more soap in his hands and was reaching for me when I stepped away. "I think we'd better wash ourselves if we ever hope to get downstairs before dinner."
He laughed ruefully. "I think you're right. I can't touch you without getting a hard-on."
We finished washing up and stepped out of the shower to dry ourselves off. Once again, Frisco dressed.
"Thirty minutes," he reminded me as he gave me a kiss.
I nodded and tucked the towel around my torso as he walked out of the bathroom. I heard the front door click shut, and I collapsed onto the vanity chair. My body still tingled all over. He had touched every inch of me, but most of all, he had touched my heart.
Chapter 12
It was only two weeks before Christmas, but I had done nothing to prepare for the holiday. Before I'd left Denver, my life had been in too much turmoil. The last thing I'd had time to do was put up a tree in a house where some other woman would celebrate the season.
Nicole met us at the door of the ballroom. "I told you that everything was included in your registration, but this Christmas bazaar is something special. The food and festivities are free, but if you see something you want from the vendors, you will have to pay them. We have some amazing artists in Pitkin County, and we give them a chance to sell their work as part of the local outreach with our neighbors. Feel free to charge it to your room."
"I didn't think there were any neighbors," I commented.
"People around here like to hide away in the mountains, but they're out there," Nicole told us.
When Frisco and I walked into the ballroom, I felt like I had been plunged headfirst into Christmas. The large room had been transformed into a fairyland. There were puffy cotton snowdrifts, candy canes taller than me that were really
made out of peppermint and smelled wonderful. Booths with all sorts of cupcakes, cookies, and candies were on one side of the room and an open bar with Joshua, dressed like a very tall elf, behind it. There was a section that had storefronts like an Old English street populated by vendors dressed like villagers in a Dickens' story. It was all very quaint and charming.
We had stopped by the restaurant and filled up on the wide variety of delicious foods the chef had laid out on several tables for a fabulous brunch. I wasn't really hungry, but I'd never been able to resist a sugar cookie, a piece of fudge, or a drop of divinity, so I sampled small bites as we passed the booths.
At the end of the room, sitting on a golden throne, was the most realistic Santa Claus I had ever seen. It wouldn't surprise me if Blake actually went to the North Pole and talked Santa into leaving Toyland in the hands of his elves and stopping by here for a visit.
Since this was an adults-only resort, the "kids" on Santa's lap were quite grown up…and having a great time. Apparently, they had been hitting the bar before we got there.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Frisco asked.
"Just a soft drink for now." I watched him weave his way through the crowd toward Joshua.
I looked around and was drawn to a vendor's table selling necklaces made out of polished stones that had delicate silver or gold wires crisscrossing them like a curlicue cage. I was particularly drawn to an almost clear wine-red stone that was laced with shades of pink. I held it up to my neck and looked into the mirror.
"That looks really pretty on you," the artist said.
"It's an odd color. What is it?" I asked.
"It's called red beryl and was mined in Utah. It comes in several colors, but the red is the rarest."
"It's beautiful," I told her as I handed it back to her. I didn't even bother to ask how much it was, because I was sure it was expensive. I did find a ring with the silver strands twined into an elaborate design that I purchased for my best friend, Margie. There wasn't much time left for shopping, and I knew she would like it. I signed it off to my room and figured I could deal with paying my attorney back later.
Frisco returned with two glasses of soft drinks in his hands just as I was waiting to have the ring gift wrapped.
"Find something you like?" he asked.
"Lots of things, but this is a present for my friend. She's the only person who stood by me through the whole divorce thing," I told him.
"Are you sure you don't want the necklace?" the artist asked, holding it up to tempt me.
It was a very unusual piece, but I just didn't want to spend the money when my finances weren't settled yet. "I really love it, but I'll have to pass." I took the bag holding the gift-wrapped ring and tucked it in the pocket of my slacks.
Frisco handed me one of the soft drinks, and we continued down the holiday street, stopping to look at all of the artists' work. Nicole had been right. There was a lot of talent represented here, everything from jewelry to paintings to sculptures to handcrafted Christmas wreaths made from local evergreens and pine cones.
There were at least a dozen elaborately decorated Christmas trees adding their foresty fragrance to all the other wonderful smells. It was like a winter wonderland and a fun way to spend the afternoon.
I couldn't tell if Frisco was enjoying himself, but he was a good sport and tagged along, not complaining. He seemed to be interested in some of the artists' work and was surprisingly knowledgeable about art.
"Want to have your picture taken with Santa?" he asked as we neared Santa's workshop.
"Not unless you do it with me," I retorted, sure he would never agree.
But he surprised me by saying, "Sure, let's do it."
A very attractive young woman wearing a short fake-fur-trimmed skirt and vest with no blouse was taking the photographs. "Do you want a picture?"
I nodded.
"Make that two," Frisco added.
"Go on up and tell Santa what you want for Christmas," the woman told us.
"I'm not going to sit on his lap," I whispered to Frisco.
"I will if you will," he challenged me.
Santa overheard him and patted his lap. "Come right on up, sonny. Don't be shy."
Without hesitation, Frisco plopped down on Santa's lap, then motioned for me to join him.
"It will be too heavy," I protested.
"Ho-ho-ho. Santa has had heavier people on his lap than the two of you," the bearded man said in a convincingly booming voice.
"Okay," I agreed reluctantly and eased myself up onto Frisco's lap.
"So, kids, tell me, have the two of you been good this year?"
Just as Frisco and I exchanged alarmed looks, the camera flashed. Knowing the guilty looks on our faces had been caught on film, we both started laughing, and the camera flashed again.
"Say 'kisses'," the woman called out, and this time, we had time to pose so she could take a good shot.
We hopped off Santa's lap, and he gave us a wink. "Don't do anything Santa wouldn't do."
"We won't," Frisco promised. "Give Mrs. Claus our regards."
The woman handed us two sets of all three photos in a photo-booth-style strip set in a cardboard Christmas-themed sleeve. We took one out and laughed at ourselves then tucked them back in the sleeve so they wouldn't get bent.
A half hour later, we were back in my room. Somehow, the whole day had slipped away from us, and it was time for dinner. Frisco left me at the door with a promise to come back in an hour to get me for dinner.
I spent the majority of the time anguishing over what to wear. Tonight was really special. It was the last chance I would have to sit with Frisco like a normal couple on a date. It was our last evening and our last meal together, so I had to look my best. I knew I'd never forget Frisco, and I didn't want him to forget me.
My hair was clean from our earlier shower, so it didn't take me long to put on some makeup and brush my hair. Frisco had told me he loved it hanging loose, so I let it fall around my shoulders. But I still couldn't decide on an outfit.
I hadn't brought a wide variety of dresses since I hadn't been planning to participate in any social events. Completely dissatisfied with my choices, I re-dressed in my sweater and slacks and hurried downstairs to the dress shop, where I picked out a strapless ruby-red bandage dress that fit me like a second skin. I had them put my sweater and slacks in the bag, and I wore the dress back upstairs, where I barely made it back to my room before I heard a knock on my door.
Frisco took a step forward, then stopped and stared at me. "Wow! You look gorgeous." He stepped closer and kissed me. "As much as I'd like to peel you out of that dress right now, I'd rather take you to dinner and show you off."
"Let me get my shoes." I hurried back to the closet and exchanged my black pumps for a pair of strappy silver three-inch Christian Louboutin heels. I paused for a quick look in the mirror and saw that I was glowing. No one had ever wanted to show me off, and it ratcheted up my confidence to a new level. I applied a final coat of lipstick and put on a pair of diamond earrings that had belonged to my mother.
I sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly. Make him remember me, I chanted internally, then hurried out.
"I'm ready."
He looked me over critically. "Something's missing," he said.
I spun around, trying to see if I had left the tag on or had something stuck to my shoe.
He took a box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal the beautiful red beryl necklace. "This would go perfectly with that dress."
"When did you? How?" I was stunned as he put the necklace around my neck and fastened the chain.
"I saw that you liked it, and it suits you. It's rare and beautiful, just like you."
I hurried to the mirror to see how it looked. Of course, it was perfect and added just the right touch. I clasped it in my hand and had to bite back the tears. I was touched and pleased at his thoughtfulness.
"Thank you," I whispered, unable to voice my true apprecia
tion.
He lifted my chin and gently kissed me. "Merry Christmas, darlin'."
Chapter 13
Dimitri stood at his welcome stand at the entrance to the resort's main restaurant. When he caught sight of us as we walked toward him, his smile broadened. He stepped out to greet us with a courtly bow. "Miss Ingalls and Mr. Thorne, welcome back. You enjoyed your stay, I assume?"
"Good evening, Dimitri. Yes, we did." Frisco spoke for both of us.
"I have your table waiting." Dimitri picked up two menus and the reserve wine menu and led us to the table where we had dined my first night. "Will this be satisfactory?"
"Perfect," I answered.
Dimitri pulled out my chair, and Frisco sat in the one next to me.
"Your waiter will be by to get your drink order." He turned and waved for the server to attend to our table.
Rory, the same waiter who had served us before, placed two glasses of water in front of us. "Welcome back. I hope you have been enjoying your visit."
"Very much," I said.
"What will you be having to drink this evening? The same wine as on Friday?" Rory inquired.
I looked at Frisco. "You choose. Surprise me."
He smiled and opened the wine list. After a few seconds, he gave his order to the waiter, who nodded his approval and headed toward the lounge.
"No limo wine?" Frisco asked.
"This has been a weekend of discovery. Maybe it's time I tried something new."
His blue eyes twinkled. "Is there anything we haven't tried?"
I laughed. "I honestly don't know. You've blazed more trails than I knew existed."
Rory returned with the bottle Frisco had ordered. He poured a little into the glass and waited until Frisco had tasted it and approved before pouring some into my glass and partially filling Frisco's. "Are you folks ready to order?"
I went with the Beef Wellington, Frisco chose a prime rib, and Rory left to turn our orders in to the chef.
Frisco held his glass up. "To a very special weekend."