Apres Ski (6 page)

“No.” She groaned as prickles of pleasure sprang from his
probing fingers and wet mouth. “But I’m beginning to see that.”

He chuckled as he finally rose behind her and undid the
clasp of her bra, pulling the straps from her shoulders and peeling the cups
from her breasts before letting it drop to the floor. He palmed her belly,
pulling her back tight against his body. Reaching up, he cupped her breasts and
gently squeezed them, pushing them together and letting them fall apart. “I may
be an ass man, but these beauties are pretty impressive too.” He plucked at her
nipples, rolling them in his fingers then twisting them assertively.

Chelsea gasped, feeling the tugging at her breasts deep in
her belly. She leaned against him, the denim of his jeans rough on her back and
butt. She could feel the impressive hard bulge in his jeans and she rubbed her
ass against him.

“Damn, that’s good,” he whispered in her ear, his lips
brushing her neck. One hand at her breast, his other moved down to cup her
mound, holding her steady while he ground his cock on her.

“Mmmm.” Chelsea reached up behind her and clasped her hands
on the back of his neck. Jud’s big hand on her made her already hot pussy feel
as if it was on fire. Tucked into his embrace, she felt him everywhere. Safe
and cherished. Aroused beyond her wildest imaginings.

“You’re soaking my hand, Chels. I’ve gotta have you.” He
turned her around to face him and kissed her deeply but briefly before pushing
her to her back on his massive bed.

Chelsea scooted back on the bed, resting against the
headboard, her eyes never leaving his. She shivered at his look of arousal.

“Spread your legs.” His voice was hoarse and she could feel
his heat from several feet away.

Never having done this before, she should have been nervous.
But she trusted Jud. And she wanted him. She watched his face as she let her
knees fall apart, thrilled by the set of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.

He swallowed deeply and crawled on the bed to meet her.
Pulling her legs wider apart, he moved in to kiss her mouth, his tongue licking
inside. Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking her fingers through
his hair as she melted into him, tangling her tongue with his, moaning into his
mouth with an achy need. When he tore his lips from hers, he kissed his way
down her neck and chest, settling his mouth over her nipple and sucking hard.
She arched her back and pushed against his mouth as his tongue swirled, his
teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. Moisture seeped from her pussy.

Jud kissed his way south, licking her navel and the
sensitive spot where her thigh met her torso. With a growl, he dropped to his
belly, supporting his upper body on his elbows. Using his thumbs, he separated
her outer lips and examined her.

Unable to help herself, Chelsea’s pussy lips spasmed. Jud
smiled but kept looking at her cunt.

A long thick finger began to explore. “You’re so wet. Your
pussy’s all red and swollen.” He looked up at her now. “You want me.”

Her voice was a mere squeak. “Yes.”

Dropping his gaze again, he gently stroked a finger inside
her. “Damn, you’re so tight, Chels. I can’t wait to get inside you.”

His finger felt amazing. How would it feel with his huge
cock insider her? “Th—” she gasped, then cleared her throat. “Then do it.”

He pulled his finger out. “Patience.” He slid his palms
under her ass and pulled her to him.

Chelsea held herself up on her elbows and watched as he put
his tongue on her. His mouth felt even hotter than her pussy did. And God, it
was so good. She’d had orgasms before, using either her fingers or a toy. But
having this man’s mouth and tongue on her? It was…incomparable. No contest.

Trying to focus on him, she watched as he took several long
licks—starting between her ass cheeks and moving up. He plunged his tongue
inside her pussy, and then up to swirl it around her clit, ending with a soft
little suck on the bundle of nerves, his big hands kneading her ass cheeks all
the while. She was on fire, her world diminished to the overwhelming sensation
in her center.

He picked up his pace and Chelsea could feel a groundswell
of arousal swirling in her cunt. Her eyelids drooped to a close and her head
fell back between her shoulders. Jud focused his energies on her clit, licking
and sucking, moving ever faster.

Dropping to her back, she pressed her feet into the
mattress, turning her head side to side. He pushed a finger inside her to
stroke her inner walls. “Oooh God.” She felt him laugh against her, the
vibration causing her pussy to spasm.

Adding another finger, he pulled them toward his mouth as he
sucked harder and faster. He was relentless, keeping up the pressure, pushing
her higher and higher until she spilled over.

“God, yes!” Her hips jerked up and she closed her knees in
on his ears. His tongue kept a steady pressure on her clit, drawing out her
orgasm but not overexciting her. When she felt herself start to fall, he’d flex
his finger or suck on her clit, keeping her bouncing in the air as if she were
a balloon he was trying to keep aloft.

“Jud,” she gasped. “No more.”

He gently pulled away from her and Chelsea curled up into a
ball, shifting to her side, shaking nearly uncontrollably. She took some deep
breaths as her racing heart gradually slowed, fighting a case of the giggles
over what had been an incredible sensation.

After a moment, he crawled up next to her and pulled her
into his embrace. He kissed her, her scent on his lips and tongue. “That was
unbelievable, Chels. I could eat you for hours, but my cock’s about to burst.”

Oh Lord.
She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to
take it. But she was damn sure going to try.

He rose to his knees and Chelsea rolled onto her back to
watch him. When his fingers went to his zipper, she literally licked her lips
in anticipation. Strong hands pushed his jeans down over lean hips and his cock
popped out and up. She had nothing to compare it to, but it was long and nearly
as thick as her wrist. No way was it going to fit inside her. Still, she
couldn’t look away.

Desperate to touch him, she sat up and grasped his cock,
stroking her fingers over it. He hissed as she explored the smooth skin over
its steely hardness. It was stiffer than she would have thought possible. “Wow,
the rumors are true.”

“Huh?” Jud bit his lip as he looked at her.

“Your cock
is
huge. Maybe too big for me.”

He pulled away from her and off the bed to shuck his jeans.
“Not too big. It’ll fit just fine.” He tore open a condom wrapper and covered
himself. “In fact,” he said as he crawled back over to her, “You’re gonna love
it when I get inside you. You won’t be able to get enough.”

She swallowed and nodded, her eyes wide. “Okay.”

Jud pulled her legs out from under her, pushing her onto her
back. Moving between her bent knees, he supported his weight on straight arms
at her waist. He leaned down for a tender kiss and Chelsea stroked the corded
muscles of his arms.

“I want to make you feel good, Chels.”

“So far, so good.”

Laughing, he shook his head. He reached down between them
and rubbed his cock in her copious juices. The feel of his rock-hard flesh
against her had Chelsea’s head swimming.

“Look at me,” Jud said as he prodded her pussy lips open
with the head of his cock.

Chelsea struggled to breathe as she met his gaze. Lost in
his eyes, she ached with need, desperate to have him as close as she could.

“Okay, baby?”

“Really okay. Mmmm.” Chelsea hummed as Jud pushed the head
of his cock inside her. It felt huge, but so good, and her tight muscles
clamped down on him. Jud’s eyes squeezed shut as his head rolled. She reached
up to cup his cheek. “Hey, look at
me
.”

Jud opened his eyes and carefully moved down to her,
flattening his forearms beside her chest. His lips burned when he kissed her.

“You feel so good,” Chelsea murmured, returning his kisses
with eager abandon, wiggling her hips under him.

“Just wait until I’m all the way in.”

“Oooh God.”

“Don’t worry.” He kissed her again, tongue plundering until
she had no breath.

Her juices poured out around the head of his cock, making
his small movements easier. He was right, she was desperate for him, needed to
feel him deep inside her as much as she needed her next breath.

His lips still on hers, he finally pumped his hips forward,
sliding his cock inside her until he was buried.

Chelsea gasped at the unbearable fullness, taking deep
breaths. With wonder, she looked at him, feeling complete. Her muscles relaxed
to accommodate him and she squirmed underneath him, not really knowing what she
needed. But she trusted Jud to give it to her.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said in a low gruff
voice. His head nearly exploded when Chelsea complied, driving him even deeper.
There’d been a little resistance when he’d pushed inside her and damn, she was
unbelievably tight. He lifted his head, watching her while he started making
small thrusts, pulling out slightly and then pushing the short distance home.
“You okay, Chels?”

“Mmm, yeah.” Her eyes were slightly wet.

“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not hurting me.” She tightened her legs around him
and pushed up to meet him.

“Jeez, Chels, I’m on the edge here.” He needed to take it
slow, think about anything but his cock being squeezed by her exquisite pussy.
Don’t
lose it, Jud.
Make it good
for her.
Chelsea was new at this.
He couldn’t take her like an animal, much as he wanted to.

“I like you on the edge.” Her voice was breathy, her eyelids
at half-mast. Her lips were parted and her cheeks and chest were stained a
bright pink. She was sexy as hell.

Damn.
Jud pressed his forehead to hers and gently
moved his cock in and out. Their bodies aligned, he rubbed on her clit with his
pelvis on every thrust. He held her gaze while they fucked and it was
incredibly intimate. He’d never felt like this with a woman before—the need for
connection. The need.

Her pussy got wetter as she relaxed around him and he made
his movements bigger and a little harder. But not too hard.
Take it easy.
Her tight cunt took his cock perfectly. The more he gave her, the more she
wanted. Chelsea Ryan was made for him.
Fuck
, he was going to lose his
mind. Underneath him, her breath started to get choppy and he fought to hold
her still. She dropped her legs from his waist and let them fall open wide as
she started to thrash beneath him. She was going to come.
Thank God.
He
couldn’t hold out much longer.

A whimper escaped from her mouth and turned into a prolonged
squeal as she came, her cunt muscles contracting on his cock, sending sparks up
his spine. It was all he could take. His balls tightened and he pushed himself
up on straight arms, thrusting once, twice, three times—burying himself deep as
he emptied his semen into the condom. It went on forever and he growled like a
wild animal, pouring everything he had into her.

Finally, he had nothing left. Weak, he dropped down over
Chelsea, who was still trembling and shaking from her release.

When he’d recovered his breath and some strength, he slowly
pulled out of her and walked from the bedroom on wobbly legs. He disposed of
the condom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, chugging half of it
on his way back to Chelsea.

He crept in bed beside her and pulled her to his side. She
rolled up and rested her chin on his chest. He jerked his head to the
nightstand. “Water when you need it.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him, her body warm and relaxed,
flushed pink.

Jud cupped her face, stroking his thumb on her cheek. “How
are you? I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Surely you heard me screaming beneath
you.”

“I heard the screaming, all right. I just couldn’t tell if
you were in ecstasy or pain.”

Chelsea’s jaw dropped open. She lightly slugged him on the
arm. “You knew it was ecstasy.”

He shrugged. “I was
pretty
sure. Of course, I was
pretty caught up in my own screams. It was hard to tell.”

“Uh-huh.” She crawled up higher, her soft skin wreaking
havoc on him, bringing his cock back to life. His hands traveled down her back
to cup her ass as she gave him a quick, sweet kiss. “Thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“For making my first time so amazing.”

He smiled. “You’re welcome. It was fucking amazing for me
too.”

She returned his smile. “I never thought it would be like
that, that I would be so…responsive.”

He squeezed her ass, dipping a finger between her cheeks to
fondle the still swollen, hot, juicy flesh. “Mm, very responsive.”

She shook her head. “I hope you’re happy. You’ve ruined me
for other men.”

“Good,” he said. And he meant it. If he had his way, Chelsea
Ryan would never have another man.

Chelsea woke facedown on a fluffy pillow, limbs heavy and
body fatigued—in a good way. Using the pillow, she stifled a giddy giggle,
images from the previous night flashing in her brain—Jud’s eyes looking up at
her as he feasted between her thighs, his big cock bobbing as he moved over
her, his face red and sweaty as he took her.

Jud had been so sweet and considerate, and
so
amazing. She thought she would have been too nervous to have an orgasm, but
that sure as hell hadn’t been the case. She’d felt comfortable with him,
trusted him completely. She couldn’t have picked a more perfect man for her
first time, didn’t want anyone else anyway.

He
had
ruined her for other men. And what had he said
to that? “Good”? Typical man—needing to be the toughest, the strongest, the
best lover.

Rolling onto her side, she wasn’t surprised to find herself
alone. She would have felt Jud if he was near. She grabbed his pillow and inhaled
deeply, reveling in his scent until it started to get a little creepy.

A bureau drawer harbored a stash of T-shirts and Chelsea
pulled one on as she made her way to the bathroom. She took a much needed pee
and then brushed her teeth. Several splashes of cold water reduced the
puffiness around her eyes.

Following the scent of coffee, she found Jud seated at the
breakfast bar and working on his laptop. She crept up behind him and wrapped
her arms around his waist. “Good morning.”

When he swiveled around, there was a huge smile on his face.
“Good morning.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her. “Sorry I left you alone. I
woke up early and decided to get some work done. I had every intention of
coming back to bed to ravish you for some hot morning sex.”

Her brow crinkled. “I could go back and pretend to be asleep
if you want.”

“Okay—”

“But I need a little nourishment first. I’m starving.”

“Ah. Sure. Have a seat and I’ll feed you.”

“No, no. You have work to do. Besides, you cooked last
night. Why don’t you keep working and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Seriously?”

“What? Don’t look so shocked. I do know how to cook
some
things.”

“I’m sure you do.” He held up his hands in surrender. “It’s
just that you’re my guest. I shouldn’t put you to work.”

“Whatever. You’re busy.” She stepped between his legs and
met him nose to nose, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You finish while I
make my world-famous omelet, then we’ll fortify ourselves before we go take our
‘nap’. Oh, you do have eggs, don’t you?”

“I have eggs.” He kissed her. “Go knock yourself out.”

Chelsea felt his eyes on her as she explored his kitchen. It
took her a while to find everything she needed, but to his credit he kept his
mouth shut. Smart man.

Fifteen minutes later, she sat next to him and offered up a
plate filled with a huge omelet and several pieces of toast. And two forks.

“Smells great.” Jud closed his laptop and pushed it aside.
“Perfect timing too. I’m all done.”

Wasting no time, Chelsea dug into the omelet and held the
fork up to Jud’s mouth. “Just try and tell me this isn’t the best omelet you’ve
ever had.”

Jud opened his mouth to take the bite. He chewed slowly and
swallowed with a sigh. “Can’t do it. You’re right—best omelet I ever had.”

She shrugged. “Told ya.” They took turns feeding each other
until the plate was empty, exchanging knowing looks all the while. She could
barely tear her eyes away from his full, sculpted lips, imagining them
traveling all over her body.

Jud picked up the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink.
“Grab your coffee and I’ll meet you on the couch.”

Chelsea watched, incredulous, while he filled the sink with
hot soapy water. “I didn’t even know men knew how to do that.”

“Hah.” He kept his back to her. “How many times do I have to
tell you there’s no end to my talents?”

She dropped onto the couch and took a sip of coffee,
sighing. She still couldn’t believe that she was actually sitting in Jud’s
condo, sharing breakfast with him after a night of phenomenal sex. At least it
was phenomenal in her experience.

Done cleaning up, he joined her on the couch, stretching his
long legs and arms as he yawned. “Guess I got up too damned early.”

Chelsea pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
He wrapped his arms around her while she nestled against his chest. “Poor baby.
You work so hard.”

“Mm-hm.” His hands stroked up and down her back, eventually
coming to rest on her ass.

“What were you working on?” She rubbed her cheek against his
chest as his nimble fingers inched up the hem of her T-shirt.

“Cam Wood’s latest manuscript.”

“Is it good?”

His chest rumbled with laughter. “Of course it is. It’ll
eventually be a great movie too.”

“I’d love to meet him sometime.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed as his fingers kneaded her flesh.

Chelsea felt his heart beating hard in his chest but he made
no other moves. She found she was tired too, drifting off to sleep wrapped in
Jud’s arms while his hands cupped her bare ass.

* * * * *

“I didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep up with me
today.”

Chelsea palmed her poles and turned to look up at Jud.
“What? Who do you think I am? Some frail little princess?” They’d been cross-country
skiing for the past couple of hours, taking frequent breaks for snacks and
water, and were now traversing the golf course that would lead them back to
Jud’s condo. “You were the one who insisted we stop here to take a breath.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “You’re right. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Bumping him with her elbow, she said, “I know what you were
thinking.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm. You were thinking, Most of my chicks would rather
walk through fire than strap on a pair of Nordic skis.”

Clouds of condensation spewed from his mouth as he laughed
out loud. “Damn, I should have kept my mouth shut.”

Chelsea watched him as he surveyed the landscape, taking it
all in. “It’s beautiful. You’re going to miss it, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” His brow was furrowed when he looked at her.

“Well, there aren’t too many mountains in New York City.”

His lips formed a wry smile. “Yeah, I’m gonna miss it. But
there’re some mountains not too far away from the city. I learned to ski in
Vermont.”

Chelsea nodded slowly, kicking herself for even bringing it
up. Now was not the time to think about Jud leaving town. Leaving her. Now was
the time to enjoy him. “Oh yeah?” She planted her poles in the snow. “Race you
to your place?” She took off on a tear, admiring the impressive curses
springing from Jud’s mouth as he took off after her.

By the time they reached his building, Chelsea was huffing
and puffing, but she refused to give up. She coasted to a stop and bent over,
resting her hands on her knees and sucking in precious oxygen. Jud drifted
beside her a couple of seconds later. She was sure he’d let her win, but she
didn’t care. That was his problem.

Stepping out of his bindings, he said, “Okay, you win. What
do I owe you?”

“After this? A nice massage sounds really good.” Chelsea
limped over to the walkway, then stopped suddenly and turned, grabbing on to
Jud’s arms when he crashed into her. “But before my massage, why don’t we make
use of that enormous tub in your bathroom?” She’d been coveting it since her
last visit to his place. “That’ll get me nice and relaxed first.”

His eyes blazed as he pulled her to the stairs.

Chelsea laughed, thrilled at his response. They all but ran
up the stairs, already unzipping coats as they entered his condo.

Jud pulled her to him for a quick kiss. “Why don’t you get
the tub ready while I rustle up some libations for us?”

“I’m on it.” She started peeling off clothes on her way to
Jud’s bedroom. She searched her bag and, having found what she was looking for,
made her way to the bath. She locked the door behind her and ran the water to
fill the tub, quickly dispensing with her clothes and pinning her hair up.

The whole apparatus was square—the chasm of the tub set at a
diagonal with triangular platforms on either side. A fluffy towel made for
comfortable seating as she tested the temperature of the water.

A rap at the door caused her to jump.

“Hey, open up,” Jud called from the other side of the door.

“Wait a second. I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? Hurry up, I’m almost naked here.”

Chelsea laughed. “Just give me one more minute.” When she
was ready, she unlocked the door. “Okay, wait ten seconds and then you can come
in.” She hurried to the tub and sank in, resting against one end.

When Jud came in, he found her in the tub, surrounded by
bubbles. The look on his face was priceless. He held two mugs in his hands and
his eyes darted back and forth. “Uh, did I have some bubble bath?”

“No, I brought it with me. I got the idea when I saw this
tub last time I was here. You know how I love to take a nice long soak in a
tub.”

“Huh.”

“Don’t worry. It’s eucalyptus scented. Nothing flowery or
too froufrou.”

He shrugged, placing the mugs on the side of the tub. “It’s
spiced cider, but somehow I don’t think we’re going to need the warmth.”

Chelsea smiled, watching him as he pushed off his briefs,
revealing his swollen cock. All too soon, it disappeared beneath the soapy
water as he settled on the opposite end. She thought he looked remarkably
comfortable as he stretched out his legs next to hers and rested his arms atop
the edges of the tub.

“Do you use this tub very much?” she asked.

“Not really, but this feels pretty nice. Maybe I should have
a weekly spa night.”

She giggled. “Sure, I could loan you some of my
pore-minimizing facial mask.”

“Laugh all you want, darlin’. I’m very secure with my
masculinity.” His eyes sparkled at her and her heart melted.

Floating her foot up his thigh to his groin, she said, “I
see that. Very masculine.”

“Hey now.” He grabbed her foot and rubbed his thumb along
her arch. “Behave yourself. We’re supposed to be relaxing.”

“Mm-hm.” Chelsea straightened her arms and stretched. “I
don’t know about you but I’m very relaxed.”

Jud smiled, his gaze dropping to her chest where her breasts
were barely covered by bubbles. He shook his head. “Does this feel weird to
you?”

Chelsea tensed, her easy feelings from a second ago gone.
What was he trying to tell her? Surely he wouldn’t wait until they were in a
bubble bath together to dump her. “Um… I… Are you talking about the foot
massage? Because it doesn’t feel weird at all. It feels really good.”

Sexy eyes narrowed. “C’mon, Chels. A couple weeks ago we
were buddies, and now we’re naked in a bathtub together. It’s a little bit
crazy, isn’t it?”

Not to me.
Chelsea shrugged, reluctant to tell him
that ever since the first time she’d laid eyes on him, she’d pictured the two
of them being together just the way they were now. “I guess it feels strange to
you, huh?”

“A little. This is new for me—having sex with a friend. I
just wondered if you felt the same way.”

A flush crept over her already heated face. “I’m not sure
what to think, ya know, seeing as I’ve never had sex before.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.”

“It’s okay. It feels…”
Right.
“It’s good. But you’re
having second thoughts?”

“No. Absolutely not. I mean, yeah, it’s different. But it’s
a good different. Actually, it’s great.”

Chelsea laughed. “Weird but great? I can live with that.”

“Good.” He laughed with her, his hand leaving her foot and
stroking its way up her leg.

Before he got any farther, she moved over him and floated
into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips. He held on to her hips, steadying
her in the water, returning her kiss. She sucked on his tongue as her fingers
stroked down the silky wet flesh of his chest and belly, finding his cock hard
and at attention. He groaned into her mouth as she squeezed him lightly, moving
up and down the length of him.

Never having done this before, she should feel nervous, but
she felt safe with him. Jud made her feel bold. She released his mouth and
pulled away to look at him. His eyes were hooded with lust and his face was
bright red. She stroked his cock a bit harder. “Do you like this?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“There’s something I want to do, but I really don’t want to
drown.” She looked down between the bubbles at her hand massaging his cock
underwater.

“Huh?” He rolled his hips gently as she rubbed her thumb
over the crest of his cock.

She laughed softly at his passion-induced confusion. “Can
you sit on the edge of the tub?”

Eyes flaring with the realization of what she wanted to do,
he pushed his huge body up. Water and suds sluiced down his finely toned
muscles as he grabbed a folded towel and sat on it, supporting his weight on
straight arms behind him.

His eagerness spurred her on and helped bury her anxiety
completely. She rose to her knees and moved between his spread thighs, resting
her palms lightly on his bulging muscles. She looked up, meeting his gaze for a
long time. She slowly ran her tongue around her lips and he cursed, his cock
spasming in front of her.

Without a word, she bent her head and ran her tongue along
the length of him. He bounced his legs as she rose and dipped her head to the
other side and licked it thoroughly as well. Beneath the herby scent of the
bubbles, she tasted his salty muskiness. She looked up at him again—guys were
supposed to like that—as she ran her tongue over the tip of his cock before
swallowing the head. She swirled her tongue around him, licking hard under the
sensitive tip.