by Neesa Baker
Copyright
© 2014 Neesa Baker
All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.
Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.
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I rolled out of my soft bed and winced. The fall I had yesterday had come back with a vengeance overnight, and I could feel a sore spot on my lower back as I tried to get out of bed. Outside the large picture window in my room, I could make out the ski runs lit up on the mountain, already dotted with a few eager athletes. How on earth did they have the energy to do it? I wondered, shivering a little.
I had turned up the heat in my cabin to its maximum, but it wasn't quite enough. I pulled my fluffy robe on, a Christmas present from my mom, and shuffled off to the bathroom. At least the tiled floors in there were heated.
Turning on the bathroom light, I blinked a little blearily and began to brush my teeth. I liked to treat myself to a vacation every year around this time. I'm an assistant manager at a big regional department store, and you can guess at the madness that Thanksgiving and Christmas usually spawns. Last year I had picked Mexico, but on the advice of my friend Sheila, I thought I'd give this ski resort a try. She had promised cozy romance and quaint charm, though I'd yet to get any of the former. At least she was right about quaint charm.
The ski resort was beautifully done up, with separate log cabins for each of the guests. The chalet itself also housed another dozen rooms. It shared the slopes with 2 other resorts, but for the most part, it remained uncrowded. I preferred it that way. What kind of vacation was it if you had to fight with everyone else for a spot? The best part of the resort was the lessons included in the stay. I had opted for the snowboarding lessons when I first checked in.
After getting ready, I got dressed to get some breakfast before my lessons. Snow was falling gently outside, and I had to stomp a few times in my boots before I finally started on my way. The path was muted under a blanket of white, and I picked my way carefully in the tracks of others before me.
"Hey Della!" a voice shouted from behind me. I turned around. It was Jan, one of my instructors. He was running to catch up to me, his blonde hair tucked under a bright blue and orange bobble hat, which matched his scarf. He looked red faced and chipper. I slowed down, laughing at his hop/run towards me.
"Hey Jan," I said, as he drew near. "I thought you'd be on the slopes already."
"I had a late night," he said with a wink. "A group of friends and I went into town for his birthday. There’s supposed to be another party tonight. It just never ends!"
Because of the many resorts in the area, a little town had built up for the residents who worked in the resorts. From what I could tell, there was little more than a few bars and diners. I myself preferred to stay at the library or great room of the resort, curled up from the cold with a good romance novel or two.
"That much fun huh?"
"It would be even better if you decided to come out tonight."
I glanced at his face for a quick moment. Jan was an incorrigible flirt, and this time was no different. His wide smile and baby blues got him a lot of attention. Still, a girl could hope right?
Suddenly a bitter wind gusted around us. I shivered in my coat, stuffing my hands deeper into the pockets. I hadn't packed as well as I should have. I was a city girl, used to being outside for as long as it took to get from my door into a coffee shop. Even though Sheila had warned me about the cold up here, I had scoffed at her advice. Now I was regretting it. Jan noticed me shivering.
"Not used to the cold huh?" he said. "You should see what it's like in Finland."
"Are you from there?" I asked curiously.
"Yep. We moved to the states when I was just three though. But the winter's in my blood, so this is nothing."
"Yeah, well, it's definitely not in mine," I grumbled, trying to pull my coat up a little higher. I had brought along a puffy parka, a perfectly logical choice. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought to bring any accessories.
"Here," he said, unwinding his scarf. "Take this. I think you need it a little more than I do."
I shook my head. My heartbeat quickened and I flushed, though luckily he would never see under my dark skin. This seemed a little more than harmless flirting. My breath had been taken away when I first saw him. Here was a guy I'd be happy to have a little holiday fling with. It wasn't until I realized that he flirted with everyone, and probably slept with them too, that I'd put the idea out of my head. Jan always seemed to have a few ski bunnies crowded around him, pretty thin things that giggled too loudly and wore way too little.
"I can't do that! You'll freeze!"
"I'm a Finn remember? We don't freeze that easily."
I took the bright scarf gratefully. It was still warm from being wrapped around him, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought.
"Thanks."
"No problem. I'll just grab it back from you at the end of the day."
We walked for a little longer in companionable silence. Then he stopped.
"This is where I've got to go Della. See you later?"
"That's right. Ten o'clock."
He waved and walked away, leaning into the cold wind. I turned to head back towards the main lodge, watching the end of the scarf flutter in the breeze. People were going to see that Jan's hat and the scarf I was wearing matched. They were going to wonder. Somehow, that made me even more pleased.
The lessons passed by uneventfully. Although I did end up getting a few glances between Jan and I, he didn’t seem to pick up on it. He was as charming as he usually was with each and every one of us, even the matrons who had come with their husbands. I could hear the way they tittered as he tried to position their board properly. I turned away in disgust, partly at myself. What was I thinking? Jan wouldn’t really be interested. Not only was I due home in a few more days, guys like him generally went for tall, leggy models. My body would be too plump for him.
Instead I decided to talk only to Aaron, our other instructor. He was the opposite of Jan in every way. His dark hair and stubble stood out in the white surroundings, and he was barrel-chested, like a lumberjack. Like me, he also preferred staying in on a cold night instead of hitting the town, and soon we were deep in conversation about a new book being put out by our favourite fantasy author.
The slopes had already gotten dark as the winter sun started to set as we trooped back to hand in our rentals. As we finished up, I was loathe to stop talking to him. Aaron had kept mostly to himself, maintaining a professional distance from the students. But now that I had gotten him talking, I didn’t want it to end. It didn’t help that we’d been so close, holding hands as he tried to teach me the proper way to angle the board and move down the slope. The feel his large hands swallowing up my smaller ones in his warm grip had left me giddy.
“So…what are you doing tonight?” I asked tentatively. It was almost dinner time, and maybe he’d suggest grabbing some together?
“Well there’s a party tonight for one of my friends, Sal. I think he mentioned something about going into town for it.”
“Oh, I see,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment out of my v
oice. Was everyone going to this party?! “That sounds like fun.”
Aaron made a face as if he’d rather eat a bowl of lemons.
“Not really. Sal tends to get weepy when he’s too drunk, and those places always have awful music. I use that term loosely.”
“Why not stay in then?”
“Sal’s one of my good friends and I don’t have a good excuse.” He shrugged, muscles rippling under the flannel he wore.
“Will you at least walk me back to my cabin before you go?” I asked.
“Of course!”
The night sky was starry and bright, and I tried to walk slowly to prolong the moment. Despite my beautiful surroundings, I didn’t notice a thing. My mind was racing as it tried to find a way to keep Aaron around a little longer, but everything sounded desperate.
“I had a really nice talk Aaron,” I said. His eyes were impossible to read, but there was a sudden intensity to them that wasn’t there before.
“So did I Della,” he said. He paused for a moment. “This is going to sound cheesy, but I haven’t been able to talk like we did with anyone in a very long time.”
“I know just what you mean,” I said with a smile. “It’s nearly impossible to meet anyone whom you can talk freely with these days.”
“I’ll be honest with you. I’m not sure I want it to end here.”
My breath caught. Was he suggesting…what I thought he was suggesting? My mind skipped ahead through the possibilities. I became intensely aware of how close Aaron was. His body radiated a dark allure that I hadn’t even noticed until now.
“Me neither,” I whispered softly, anticipation coursing through my body.
I thought he hadn’t heard me, but then he leaned down to kiss me, brushing his lips softly onto mine. His broad hands cupped the back of my head, tilting me up towards his face. I stepped closer to him, letting the gap between our bodies disappear. His other hand held onto me tight with a strength that took my breath away.
We tangled together passionately, and I opened my mouth to welcome in his tongue. He tasted delicious.
When Aaron finally released me, my panties were soaked through. I felt all my senses shift into overdrive, the cold wind snapping me back to my senses.
“Do you want to come inside?” I asked huskily.
“I do Della.”
I turned and fumbled with the door as Aaron wrapped his arms around me. His strong embrace, coupled with his warm breath against my ear, made it impossible to concentrate. After a few hurried swipes, he had to help me out. We tumbled into the room together and he whirled me back around, capturing my mouth in another kiss. His rough stubble scraped on my chin, sending a thrill of pleasure through my body. I felt an aching need stir in my slit as he nibbled on my lip. My heart jumped as I tried to process what was happening. Even though I had fantasized about having sex with one of the instructors on this vacation, I’d never given it serious thought until now.
“I want you,” he said in a low voice. His lust was thinly veiled. I nodded, looking up at him. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I had never caught the eye of someone so handsome and sexy in my life. Sure there had been a few encounters, as well as a boyfriend that lasted almost two years until he gave her up as “too curvy”. But there was never anyone quite as powerful as Aaron. I actually felt diminutive in his embrace, and I liked it a lot.
Aaron pushed me back onto the bed, pulling me under him as he did. With a quick pull, he had taken off my coat and his, and as he straddled me, he began removing his sweater. I let my hands travel all over his chest, dark with hair. I wandered over his defined core, tracing the cord of muscle around his body. Snowboarding apparently had some pretty good benefits.
He lifted me up high enough so that I could take off my own top. Slowly he kissed his ways down to my generous breasts, bundled within my white lace bra. He took his time, savouring each taste of my skin, until I arched my back. With an experienced flick of the wrist, it was off. My nipples, released from their confinement, stiffened with arousal. Aaron traced a rough finger over the dark tip, pinching it hard. I gasped.
“Your breasts are incredible Della,” he said. His tongue licked slowly around my dark areola, then gave it a gentle suck, drawing shivers down my body. The pleasure and pain swirled together satisfyingly, concentrating down below my hips. Aaron worked back and forth, switching between the two, rolling my bruised peak in one hand while pleasuring the other with his tongue until I was thrashing from a rollercoaster of sensations. The quickening pleasure and pain jolted my body, until everything in the room faded away.
“Do you want more?” he asked. His hand had snaked its way down to my soaked panties, tracing lightly on the outline of my pussy.
“Yes! Please Aaron,” I begged.
I felt his calloused finger push aside the fabric and stroke between my sopping folds. As he moved up and down my opening, I bucked my hips, frantically trying to gain more of him. He held back however.
“Slow down,” he whispered. “We’ve got all night.”
But I didn’t want to. I yanked my panties off myself, allowing him free access. I’d been waiting long enough, damn it! Aaron chuckled, finally adding two more fingers. His thumb circled my swollen clit, abating the roaring need pulsing through my body. I moaned appreciatively.
His fingers moved through my slick channel, pumping in and out of my body. Aaron’s mouth returned back to my sensitive breast, licking on the puffy nipple. The pleasure he was giving me made me grip the sheets tightly, trying hard to hold back on-
RAP RAP RAP!
I jerked up, eyes wide open. Even though the window was covered, I clasped my hands over my breasts, trying to hide them.
“Who is that?”
Aaron looked at me quizzically.
“You don’t know?”
“No, I-“ Suddenly I remembered. Jan. The scarf. As if confirming my thoughts, he called out.
“Della? You in there?”
I looked up at Aaron. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not at the interruption.
“Sorry, it’ll be quick,” I said, slipping out from under him. I found my robe that I’d thrown onto a chair earlier, and pulled it tight around me. Quickly, I picked up Jan’s scarf off the floor. Walking over to the door, I opened it up before he could knock again.
“Hey Jan. Here’s your scarf,” I said quickly, trying to block his view. “Thanks.”
He smiled at me.
“What are you up to?”
“Oh, you know, getting ready for bed.”
He raised an eyebrow. Suddenly he looked over my shoulder.
“Is that Aaron? Hey, Aaron! You didn’t tell me you’d be here.”
“I could ask you that! I thought you’d be at Sal’s party,” Aaron retorted. I sighed. I had hoped that I could get away with not showing who it was, but I guess that wasn’t going to happen. Grudgingly I opened the door up.
“I was just grabbing my scarf before I did.” Jan took in the scene slowly, our clothes discarded on the floor, the duvet rumpled by my writhing pleasure. He slowly raised an eyebrow.
“I see you’ve found a party of your own.”
I blushed.
“I’m right here you know.”
Jan turned around to look at me. His blue eyes glinted in the low light as he took me in, moving up and down my body. I tightened the sash a little more, but a little part of me liked the attention I was finally getting from him.
“Yes you are,” he said softly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
He turned around and closed the door behind him. The room had become very quiet. His hand gently traced the curve of my jaw, down the collar of my robe, towards the sash. With a swift jerk, he pulled one end, undoing the knot. My hands flew up to cover my body, but it was too late. It had already slipped.
“What are you doing Jan!?” I cried out. I turned around to look to Aaron for help, but instead of being angry, he had a thoughtful expression on his face. His hands rubbed at the bulge
in his boxers. I couldn’t believe it. He was just planning to watch?!
“Aren’t you going to stop him?” I demanded. Aaron moved his hands into his boxers, stroking up and down his cock.
“Do you want me to?”
I was stunned. The simple question hung in the air. What on earth was he talking about? Don’t guys usually get possessive when it came to women?
“You’re just going to let him have me?”
“Not have you. Share you.”
My mouth dropped open. It had to be a joke. It had already felt surreal with Aaron, but now Jan too. These two men wanted me so badly that they were willing to share? I couldn’t believe it. I turned towards Jan, who smiled.
“I’ve been thinking about you since the minute you showed up on this resort Della. You’re on my mind every single moment. I thought that maybe tonight I’d ask you to come with me, but Aaron beat me to it. So what do you say?”
I nodded, rendered speechless. Jan leaned down and kissed me, hard. He was different from Aaron, more insistent and smooth. I found myself pressed up against him, his erection pressed up hot against my thigh. The fact that I knew Aaron was watching behind me made me bold. If I was going to really do this, I was going all the way.
My hand reached for his buckle, undoing the belt and button of his jeans as fast as I could. I wanted to take a look and see just why Jan was so popular. The hardness in his pants was unmistakable. I pushed his pants and boxers far enough to free his large cock.
“God Jan! Is that what you’ve been hiding this whole time?” I joked shakily. He not only had a huge girth, but the length was bigger than anything I’d seen in my life. The thick shaft pulsed in her small hands, and the head was already dripping with precum. I wasn’t sure I could fit something so large.
“Give it a try,” he said, pushing his cock towards my lips. I licked around the glistening rim of the head slowly, dragging my tongue along the sensitive skin. Then I opened my mouth just wide enough to let him push the head through. I gave a gentle suck, and was rewarded with his hand on my head, guiding me along his shaft.
“Yes, just like that,” Jan groaned as I began to work up and down his cock. Since he was so wide, it was tough to fit him all the way down my mouth, so I used both my hands to grip and move with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head each time I moved up, licking and sucking hard on it as I gripped Jan’s cock with my hands tightly.