Let It Snow (18 page)

He broke before she did, shuddering as her tongue crossed a point of pleasure and into something too sharp, too good to bear. Twisting his fingers in her hair, he drew her head back. “Let go, Tel.”

She resisted his pull but, bigger and stronger, he won. Keith drew her to recline against him, chest to shoulder. Her thighs splayed to either side of his. The slightly blurry webcam image picked up on his knees, his softening cock, her wet and spread pussy. Banding his forearm beneath her breasts, he delved into the slick heat.

Telly jolted. She tried to twist in his arms. He pinned her to his chest. The slope of her stomach hid his fingers from view, but the webcam showed everything as he parted her inner lips and sank three fingers to the third knuckle.

“Oh God,” she breathed, scraping her nails down his forearm. Heels braced on the edge of the futon, she lifted her ass and lowered, riding his fingers. Keith caught her clit beneath the pad of his thumb. Her breath caught—half yelp and half moan. She twisted her hips and arched again, fucking herself on his fingers.

“Telly,” he whispered, kissing the side of her neck. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Come for me.”

“Touch me,” she pleaded. “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t. Come on, pretty.” At his urging, she surrendered. Slick, strong muscle contracted around his fingers. She shoved her head back against his shoulder, lips parted on a silent gasp. Short seconds later, she collapsed, limp in his hold. Aftershocks raced through her limbs, fluttered beneath the heel of his palm as he gently massaged her clit and drew another cry from her lips.

Keith eased her onto her side and stretched behind her, kissing her nape and breathing her sated scent. “I want to hold you.”

She squirmed in his hold. “I need to pee. Very frequently and right now very badly.”

He heaved an exaggerate sigh and released her, rolling onto his back.

Telly eyed him from her spot between his body and the wall. “Are you going to make me climb over you?”

He grinned. “I’m kind of hoping you’ll accidentally fall on my dick.”

“No, I’m saving that for ‘on purpose’.” She rose to her hands and knees and carefully crawled over him, her belly resting on his stomach when she paused on all fours. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders to hide her breasts and tickle his chest. Telly canted her head and met his eyes in the dim light. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“So am I.” He lifted his shoulders and claimed her mouth, hard and direct. Telly met his tongue and sucked lightly before she drew away.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she promised.

He steadied her as she finished climbing over him and watched her walk from the room, bare ass a pale cushion below her long, tousled hair. Once she was out of sight, he crossed his hands beneath his head and sighed at the ceiling. Somehow he had to convince her to stay.

Telly splashed water on her face and ran a toothbrush over her teeth before leaving the bathroom. She’d wrapped Keith’s damp towel around her bare frame, suddenly awkward with her nakedness under the bathroom’s bulbs. As she passed the door to his bedroom on the way to hers, his voice stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Telly paused, glancing over her shoulder to find him seated on the edge of his big bed. He’d righted his dog tags between her room and his. The pair of tin rectangles rested between his nipples, their markings indistinct from the hall. She turned slowly to face him. “I was going back to you but you’ve moved. I suppose now I’m going to find some pajamas.”

“The futon frame digs into my back. I’m heavier than you are. Come in here instead. Wear one of my shirts.”

“All right.” Self-conscious, she crossed the room to rifle through his bureau. The contents consisted of olive Marine Corps t-shirts, thermal henleys, and the occasional pair of threadbare jeans. Aware of him watching her, she chose one of the more well-worn green undershirts and pulled it over her head before letting the towel drop. The sleeves reached her elbows and the hem skimmed her thighs. She turned back to the bed to find Keith propped against a pile of pillows, his cock in hand.

“You’re fucking hot,” he said. His thumb swept over his cock head.

Her sex softened instantly and new wetness rushed her channel. Telly swallowed. What she was going to ask for could change so many things. A little oral might not ruin a friendship, but anything else might. She looked up from his stroking fingers and met his eyes, which regarded her steadily. “Keith?”

“Yeah?” He raised one knee. The movement distracted her from his eyes and tricked her gaze lower in time for her to see his fingers spread over his testicles.

“Will you…” She stopped and dragged her eyes back to his.

He raised an eyebrow. “Will I what?”

Telly licked her lips and tried again, forcing her throat to work. “I want you behind me.”

His nostrils flared. “Come here.”

She ventured closer, fingering the hem of her borrowed t-shirt. When she reached the side of the bed, Keith clasped her wrist in his free hand and drew her up beside him.

“Kneel here and hold on to the headboard.” He rose to his knees beside her. Telly grasped the edges of the headboard. Wetness made the insides of her legs sticky. She rubbed her thighs together, smearing her cream.

Keith raised the hem of her shirt and settled it at the small of her back, baring her ass. He kissed the back of her neck through her hair. “I don’t want a condom.”

“You’ll come inside me without one?” She flexed her hands on the wood. The prospect didn’t make her nervous. She’d known him all her life.

He spread his hands over her belly and drew her backward, the hot, smooth tip of his cock testing her crease. Telly bit her lip but couldn’t contain her whimper. She wanted him so much. Wished she’d had him sooner. “Keith?”

He nuzzled the hollow behind her ear. “If you’ll let me.”

“Why do you want to?”

He didn’t answer at first, instead raising his hands up to skim her ribs, drawing the shirt along. Calloused fingers found her nipples and squeezed gently. Telly’s head fell back to loll on his shoulder as sensation spiked from the tips of her breasts to her clit. She rocked her hips, wanting him between her legs, deep inside.

“Keith,” she whispered.

One strong arm banded beneath her breasts. He kissed the side of her neck. “I want to come inside you and pretend I’ve done it before. Let me.”

Her sex clenched at his admission. How could his desires so closely mirror hers? “I think I might cry if you don’t.”

“No crying, Tel.” He grabbed two pillows and stacked them between her torso and the headboard. “Push your ass back.”

Cheeks hot, she did as he instructed. Strong hands grasped her hips. He rocked behind her, riding her slit, back and forth through the cream coating her inner lips. Her flesh was sore, swollen from the abrasion of his beard growth and the stretch of his fingers. His thick head dragged across her clit and soon she shuddered with every shallow swipe, her pussy clenching hard on nothing at all.

“Keith,” she groaned. “Come on.”

“Come on what?”

“Come on and fuck me!”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he murmured. The head of his cock paused at her entrance, notched inside. Telly whimpered. Slowly he plunged past the rim, his biceps bulging on either side of her as he braced himself against the headboard too. His hard stomach sealed flush to the softer rounds of her ass cheeks. He thrust shallowly, his balls swinging forward to tap her clit.

Telly jolted. “More please. Harder.”

“That’s not what you’re supposed to say if you want me to give you something harder.” He withdrew until only his head remained inside.

Confused, brain muddled by desire, she stared at the wall behind the bed. Bare as it was, the plaster offered no insight into his meaning. Keith held still behind her, his lips warm on the arch of her ear. “Please, Daddy,” he prompted with a nip.

Her breath caught on the reminder of his earlier denial and clarification. Fantasy momentarily distracted her, but his tickling tongue brought her back to the very frustrating present. She finally said, “Don’t play games with me. Not right now.”

“You are tight and wet and hot. Coming in my hand and your mouth…I thought the edge would be gone, but it isn’t. If I don’t play games, I’m going to hurt you.”

“If you hurt me, I’ll say so and you’ll stop.” Height and position put her at a disadvantage but she moved anyway, tipping her tail bone toward the ceiling, trying to force him deeper.

“Jesus,” he muttered. His hands dropped to her hips. “Fuck. All right. Just hold still for me.”

As if she could move. His fingerprints would remain in the morning, little purple bruises on her skin. Sensing the force rising to claim her, she drew every muscle tight and rooted herself in her center of gravity. And just in time. With a low growl, Keith drove deep. Deeper than his fingers, his cock rode over her G-spot, retreated, advanced again. Tingling darts of pleasure speared her thighs. Wet, sucking sounds and his rasping breath coaxed her into unleashing the pleasure that had been building in the back of her throat. High and wild, her moans powered his hips.

The stack of pillows cushioned her breasts and belly when her thighs gave out and buckled. Keith grunted behind her, thrusts becoming jerky and erratic. He was going to come. Inside her. She deliberately squeezed and bore down, tightening her pussy around his shaft. This was what she wanted, the intimacy of his release.

“Telly,” he groaned, releasing her hips and spreading his fingers over her abdomen.

She opened her mouth to urge his climax, but a surprised gasp rushed her lips instead. Beneath his hands, the baby kicked.

Keith froze, his cock throbbing inside her. “Was that the baby?”

“Just saying hello,” she gasped, awestruck by the dual movements in her body.

Keith’s hands roamed her stomach until the baby kicked again. When it did, his hips jerked once before strong pulses of liquid heat pumped against her cervix. While he twitched inside and lovingly stroked her stomach, she released the headboard and slid a fingertip across her clit. The brief, sweet orgasm caught his cock in a rippling squeeze and Keith gasped her name a second time as she came.

Long after she stopped trembling, he continued to kneel behind her, pressing warm kisses to her neck and rubbing her belly and breasts beneath his t-shirt.

She shifted her weight reluctantly. He sighed and raised his head, allowing space between his chest and her back.

“I think you broke me.” He groaned to underscore the claim.

Telly repositioned to recline against the pillows. Feeling impish and a little naughty, she said, “I’ve been working out. Kegels four times a day.”

His hoarse laughter melted something inside. Leaving him with a kiss, she left the bed to prove the truth of her constant need to pee.

“All worn out?” he asked when she returned.

“Are you?” She tucked her hips against his groin and squirmed until his cock cozied up to the crease between her cheeks. He began to harden again.

“Doesn’t matter what I am.” Keith propped his head on his fist and reached between their bodies, adjusting himself so he wasn’t poking her ass.

“I’m tired but I’m not finished yet.” Her toes skimmed his shin, up and down. “And I bet you aren’t either.”

“You’d bet wrong. Leave me be, woman.”

Despite her denial of tiredness, she let him peel the t-shirt over her head and fell asleep after a few quiet minutes. Her sleep was fitful and restless. After an hour of trying to share the bed with her, Keith extricated himself from her clinging hair and poking elbows. Exhaustion pulled at him as reality settled into his bones. He was home. Everyone he would encounter would speak English and nobody would regard him as a trespasser. Mongolia hadn’t been bad, but the landscape wasn’t right, the food wasn’t right, the smell of his quarters wasn’t right. Tomorrow morning—a few hours away now—he’d wake up disoriented and freaked out. Three maybe four days from now he’d be reacquainted with the shape of his pillow and the sound of his alarm clock. He should start the process and go to sleep, but he didn’t want to close his eyes and let her out of his sight.

He sprawled in the old armchair in the corner and watched her toss and turn. Sheets and blankets tangled around her pale limbs. She favored her left side and fussed with the corner of the sheet, trying to cover her breasts. No matter how she pulled the fabric, one hard nipple peeked out from beneath the cotton. She’d smell like him now, but not enough. Not where he needed to mark her, to blur the lines of another man’s trespass. The drive to stake claim clawed at the base of his sternum, insistent and consuming.

He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, listening to mumbled words, wondering what she dreamed about. Trevor’s name in her anxious, slurring voice set his teeth on edge. Keith wasn’t a jealous man and he wasn’t delusional either. She’d had other relationships. He had too, some less casual than others. He didn’t think she was lying about her interest in Trevor. Telly didn’t hide her feelings and she didn’t back away from going after what she wanted. He’d once experienced her fearlessness firsthand. Presented with her small ass on his lap and her whispered request for a kiss for her seventeenth birthday, he’d drawn on every scrap of willpower, fear of his father and loyalty toward her brother he’d possessed in order to find the strength to turn her down.

The fact she carried another man’s child only bothered him in the sense that she resisted his efforts to lay claim now. He wanted to make her and the baby his. What did it mean that she shied away from him, only giving in at his coaxing? His fingers dug into the battered upholstery. He couldn’t have missed his chance. The bundle of letters in his pack weren’t written by a woman who didn’t want him around.

In her sleep, Telly rolled onto her back. She kicked free of the sheet and drew her knees up, pressed her thighs together. One flailing hand struck the nightstand on her side of the bed. Keith jerked upright. Her gasped “No!” propelled him from the chair. He crouched beside the bed and covered her balled fist. Telly immediately grasped his wrist. He expected her to calm, but instead, she clutched him harder and pulled his hand between her breasts. She rolled back to her side, shoulders hunched, knees pulling in toward her abdomen.