“Nope...” He pulled her to him and turned her in one swift motion. “I’m weak. So weak.”
He took her by the wrists and lifted her arms, pressing her wrists into the wall. Joey playfully struggled against him and gave up quickly.
“If this is your version of weak...”
“What about it?” he asked.
“Then I love it when you’re weak.”
Chris kissed her hard enough to make her whimper. He wasn’t the sort of man who believed in luck. Hard work? Yes. Good timing? Sure. But pure dumb luck? Not until now. Once upon a time he picked a desk at random in a classroom on the first day of school and the desk next to him was claimed by a guy named Dillon wearing a Pearl Jam shirt and it felt like destiny. And now, years later, here he was, kissing the most beautiful woman the world, about to have sex with the most beautiful woman in the world, madly in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. And she’d leave him in three days. So not only did Chris believe in luck, he believed in bad luck.
But for now all he’d think about was the good luck that brought Joey and him here—what they had in the moment, not what they’d lose in three days. And maybe, just maybe, if he made this good enough for her, she would stay. Wishful thinking? Yeah, but what other choice did he have?
Chris slid his hands under her sweater and unclasped her bra in the back. He knew his hands were cold—the cabin itself was chilly—and it gave him a perverse sort of pleasure to put his cold fingers onto her bare breasts. She gasped, shivered and laughed.
“Asshole...” she said.
“Just warming up my hands. Do you mind?” He took her breasts in his hands and lightly kneaded them. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples and they hardened. This was a woman who loved being touched and he was a man who loved touching her. Obviously they belonged together.
He lifted her shirt and bent his head to lick her right nipple. Her hands twined in his hair and she held him against her breast as he sucked her and sucked her. Both of his hands held and squeezed both of her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of them, enough of her. While he distracted her by grazing her nipple with this teeth, he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed down the zipper.
“Don’t you dare put your cold fingers on my—”
That was as far as she got before he slipped his hand into her panties and touched her clitoris.
The sound she made could be replicated only by a bird or a dog whistle. He had no idea humans could make sounds in a register that high. Impressive. Amazing the windows didn’t shatter.
“You’re a monster.” She sighed.
“I know.”
“The worst.”
“The absolute worst,” he agreed. He rubbed her the way he knew she liked, softly in a circle. She moved with his hand and he felt her clitoris swelling. Gently he eased a finger back and inside her, touching her wetness. He loved that wetness, loved that he could do that to her, for her. When she was wet like this, he could slide his fingers deep into her. And she wasn’t just wet, she was hot inside. He caressed the front wall of her vagina and felt her inner muscles clenching at his fingers. He pulled his finger out of her and rubbed the wetness onto her clitoris. Joey cried out, close to coming. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging in hard enough he could feel them through the thick flannel fabric of his shirt. His erection was already trying to get his attention. He ignored it for now.
“Pure...evil...” She panted the words as he stroked her with one hand while the other eased her jeans down her hips, down her thighs. Finally, he just gave up and pushed them to the floor. Joey kicked off her shoes and sent her pants flying halfway across the
cabin.
“I like your enthusiasm,” he said.
“Why aren’t you inside me yet?”
“Are you that horny?”
“I’m cold. I need your body heat.”
“I’m touched. Truly.”
Joey stuck her hands in his pants, her ice cold hands.
“Now you’re touched,” she said, rubbing his cock. “Truly.”
“You’re in so much trouble for that.”
“Good. Getting in trouble warms me up.”
Chris pulled his wallet from his pocket and dug out the condom he’d thankfully stored in there earlier this week. Joey seemed intent on torturing him so she kissed and sucked lightly on his earlobe while he rolled on the condom. When it was on he grabbed her by the upper arms and pushed her against the wall again. She squealed.