are not going to try staying downstairs al night to avoid me, or getting to the room first and locking me out, either. I’m not letting you out of my sight today. When I go upstairs for the night I’m taking you with me, and as soon as the door’s locked you should be quick about taking off any clothes you don’t want torn off.”
“Karl, that’s—”
“If I weren’t a little afraid of what might happen, I’d say the next part after the clothes should involve you on your knees, sucking my cock. But I think I’l settle for pinning you against the wal and fucking you until you want to scream.”
Elyce felt herself blush scarlet at Karl’s unexpected language and at the equal y unexpected rush of wetness between her legs. She told herself she should be horrified.
And perhaps a part of her was, but it was a much smal er part than she would have thought possible.
“That’s…that’s not…” she began, but couldn’t finish whatever thought had prompted her to speak in the first place.
“Not what?” Karl asked, his lips grazing her ear and sending a shock of pleasure from her ear down to the deepening pool of need in her lower bel y. “Not very nice?
Not what you thought I’d say? Maybe I thought I needed to change my tactics a little.”
“Tactics? What is this, a battle?”
As soon as she’d said it, she knew it was a stupid question. Of course it was a battle, and at this point Karl was clearly winning. He’d gained the upper hand the previous night and was now just strengthening his position.
Karl didn’t answer, just pointed ahead to the end of the lift run, which they were fast approaching. As Elyce shifted her grip on her poles and focused on pointing her ski toes up, Karl leaned over and gave her an incongruously sweet kiss, nuzzling her cheek.
Nonplussed, she nearly fel as she was skiing off the lift and had to pause as soon as she’d cleared the exit area to gather herself for a moment. When she had adjusted her headband and gloves, checked her bindings again needlessly and considered, but rejected, the possibility of getting out some lip balm, she looked up to find Karl staring at her. Stil with a hint of the focus and anger he’d displayed the night before, but with a hurt look as wel that tugged at her heart before she steeled herself against it.
“It is not a battle,” he said, and pushed off to join the other four who were already grouped a few dozen yards farther on, near the sign that indicated the difficulty level of the various slopes.
Elyce painted a smile on her face and skied toward the group. They already knew where they were headed, as their first run of any trip to Breckenridge was nearly always the short intermediate-level spur that led down the side of Peak Nine. It led down to the midway lift that would take them farther up the hil to Peak Ten, the range of slopes where they planned to spend the majority of the day.
Chattering cheerful y, the group set off, seeming heedless of the tension between two of their number. Elyce soon lost herself in the rush of air, the increasingly comfortable feel of the skis as her body began recal ing the motions of the sport and started moving automatical y, and the wel -known but always stunning scenery.
She noted, as she did every year, that it was never quite the same view twice. The changeable topography of the snow and ice made each winter’s landscape a little different, lending a feeling of freshness and leading to obvious comparisons between the current and previous years. Other things about the wel -traveled ski trails were less subject to change. On their current trail there was the same broad curve that always caught the sun a certain way and iced over a little treacherously, and the spot was as usual fil ed with skiers sprawled out in the snow, or trudging back up the hil to reclaim skis knocked off in the crash.
Karl’s family cal ed that particular section of slope, not very original y, “the Yard Sale”,
“Karl, that’s—”
“If I weren’t a little afraid of what might happen, I’d say the next part after the clothes should involve you on your knees, sucking my cock. But I think I’l settle for pinning you against the wal and fucking you until you want to scream.”
Elyce felt herself blush scarlet at Karl’s unexpected language and at the equal y unexpected rush of wetness between her legs. She told herself she should be horrified.
And perhaps a part of her was, but it was a much smal er part than she would have thought possible.
“That’s…that’s not…” she began, but couldn’t finish whatever thought had prompted her to speak in the first place.
“Not what?” Karl asked, his lips grazing her ear and sending a shock of pleasure from her ear down to the deepening pool of need in her lower bel y. “Not very nice?
Not what you thought I’d say? Maybe I thought I needed to change my tactics a little.”
“Tactics? What is this, a battle?”
As soon as she’d said it, she knew it was a stupid question. Of course it was a battle, and at this point Karl was clearly winning. He’d gained the upper hand the previous night and was now just strengthening his position.
Karl didn’t answer, just pointed ahead to the end of the lift run, which they were fast approaching. As Elyce shifted her grip on her poles and focused on pointing her ski toes up, Karl leaned over and gave her an incongruously sweet kiss, nuzzling her cheek.
Nonplussed, she nearly fel as she was skiing off the lift and had to pause as soon as she’d cleared the exit area to gather herself for a moment. When she had adjusted her headband and gloves, checked her bindings again needlessly and considered, but rejected, the possibility of getting out some lip balm, she looked up to find Karl staring at her. Stil with a hint of the focus and anger he’d displayed the night before, but with a hurt look as wel that tugged at her heart before she steeled herself against it.
“It is not a battle,” he said, and pushed off to join the other four who were already grouped a few dozen yards farther on, near the sign that indicated the difficulty level of the various slopes.
Elyce painted a smile on her face and skied toward the group. They already knew where they were headed, as their first run of any trip to Breckenridge was nearly always the short intermediate-level spur that led down the side of Peak Nine. It led down to the midway lift that would take them farther up the hil to Peak Ten, the range of slopes where they planned to spend the majority of the day.
Chattering cheerful y, the group set off, seeming heedless of the tension between two of their number. Elyce soon lost herself in the rush of air, the increasingly comfortable feel of the skis as her body began recal ing the motions of the sport and started moving automatical y, and the wel -known but always stunning scenery.
She noted, as she did every year, that it was never quite the same view twice. The changeable topography of the snow and ice made each winter’s landscape a little different, lending a feeling of freshness and leading to obvious comparisons between the current and previous years. Other things about the wel -traveled ski trails were less subject to change. On their current trail there was the same broad curve that always caught the sun a certain way and iced over a little treacherously, and the spot was as usual fil ed with skiers sprawled out in the snow, or trudging back up the hil to reclaim skis knocked off in the crash.
Karl’s family cal ed that particular section of slope, not very original y, “the Yard Sale”,
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