Chapter 15 – Paul
Alex and Jordan have been chasing me on their skis for the last hour and a half. They were on me from the moment I stepped out of the lodge. And now they’ve finally succeeded in cornering me.
“That’s our money that went into your good night, yo,” says Jordan, cutting off my escape route into the woods. He knows if he lets me skate past him, he is not going to be able to get close to me ever again. “You’re, like, obligated to tell us how it went. What happened.”
I ski right past his weak attempt at blocking me. “I don’t remember that being part of the deal,” I answer, aware of my brother hovering back and to the other side of Jordan. “You wanted me to forget about Darla, and I forgot about her.” I zip down a bit of an incline, purposely spraying some snow in Jordan’s face. “Mission accomplished.”
Jordan shakes off the snow, and flips me the bird. I return fire lazily, which pisses him off more. He skates down toward me. “That wasn’t a five-dollar fuck, yo. We deserve some details.” He pauses, looking frustrated at more than just the snow that’s melting into his jacket. Into his uncovered spots. “I mean, at least give me something, man!”
Alex coasts up to me, whispering, “He didn’t get any girl to take his bid, so his bed was empty.”
A snowball collides with the side of my brother’s head almost instantaneously. “Hey! You said you wouldn’t tell him that!”
“Seriously, though,” says my brother, talking over Jordan and his temper tantrum. “He’d like to hear something about what it was like with her, brother.” He pats me on my snow-dusted shoulder. “At least so he knows our money went to a good cause. And so, we won’t have to listen to him whine and cry anymore.”
I sigh, throwing my hands up in defeat. “Fine. It was great.” Just thinking about Mariah — her silky, pliable body — makes me grin like an idiot. “Well worth the money. Every dollar of it.” I shrug, deciding to leave my brother behind in the powder. “Happy?”
“Yeah,” says Alex, bringing up the rear. “I guess I understand you not wanting to go into too many details.” Behind me, I hear his ski poles poking gentle holes in the snow. “I bought her friend. You know, Jane?”
I swivel around to face him. “Yeah?”
Alex blushes deeper than a summer sunset. “Well, she was worth it, too,” he mumbles. “When she said that she was open to anything, she meant it…”
If my brother says anything more after that, I have no idea.
My attention has just been inextricably drawn to the skiing area down below. To the field the snow closer to the lodge. Mariah is down there, ordering herself a cup of hot cocoa. Jane’s with her, holding her own hot drink. “I’m going to go talk to her,” I say suddenly, not caring if Alex is still going on about his own night.
Jordan rushes up toward us. “Who?”
“Mariah.” Without wasting another second, I dig my ski poles into the side of the hill, and launch myself down a barely-visible path toward her.
“You’ve got it bad, yo,” shouts Jordan, coming to stand right where I just was.
Alex calls down after me, “You really like her, don’t you?”
“I’m not getting serious about her,” I shout back, not bothering to stop my skis. “I just like hanging out is all!”
“Suuure, whatever you say, dude!” I crouch on my skis, gaining more speed and distance. That’s right, Paul. Keep your fucking head on right. As I tear down the slope toward Mariah, I try to steel myself from her sugar-plum personality. You’re not serious about any woman, virgin or not, remember? I grunt, forcing my skis to go faster. You don’t do relationships, remember?
I do remember, but that was before Mariah. It might not be that easy anymore.
***
Mariah’s face lights up the minute she sees me. A smile bigger than the sun beams across her lips, warming and brightening her entire body.
“Paul!” She giggles, as if I’m her most favorite playmate in the whole world. Even more fun than her girlfriend, who is just a few feet away. “Oh my gosh! It’s so good to see you!”
Just like when I first met her, Mariah’s in her ski gear. Snow pants, snow jacket, goggles and knit cap. She’s so damn cute even when dressed in winter clothes.
“I was just going to go do some skiing!” She wiggles her skis at me. “I was going to try some of the most difficult, black double diamond slopes. Since I’m feeling so adventurous these days.” She pauses, drinking from my eyes like it’s a bigger, sweeter cup of hot chocolate than the one she’s already holding. “What about you?”
“Same.” I try to sound nonchalant. Like I wasn’t rushing down here to see her. “Just doing something so that when I warm up in the hot tub it’ll be extra nice.”
Mariah hits me with a smoldering grin. “‘Extra nice,’ huh?” She brings up her cup of cocoa and finishes it. “Before or after you get me and you in front of one of the underwater jets?”
“Well, kitten” — I snatch her empty cup of cocoa with playful, mocked irritation — “That all depends on you.” I shake the empty cup at her, watching out of the corner of my eye as Alex and Jane meet up not far away, and engage in their own conversation. “More hot cocoa?” I ask hotly.
She refuses wordlessly, biting her lip.
“You know,” I whisper, discarding the still warm Styrofoam cup, “I’ve tried those jets, Mariah.” I brush my finger down her chin and over her lips. “They’ll loosen you up. Even in your tightest, smallest places.”
Mariah hums as if she’s already in front of such a waterjet, testing its patterns on her bare skin.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, egging her imagination. “You’ll be wide open in no time.”
Just as I’m about to kiss Mariah on her plump and shiny lips, I see Darla, the Barbie from hell, making her way toward us. She’s got skis on, but it’s clear from her scowl and the way she skewers Mariah with it that she’s jealous. She looks at me, torn between being flustered and angry. Possessive and uninterested.
Tellingly, her boy toy isn’t with her. She must’ve left him up in the room like a caged canary, like she tried to do with me. But I’m not a canary; I’m a fucking lion, and she found that out the hard way.
I watch her, preparing to slink away if she so much as opens her mouth.
Mariah, thank God, seems not to have noticed Darla. She’s too busy playing with my hair. Particularly the longer bits by my ears. Also with my tattoos. The little bit of one that she can make out on my wrist.
As I fear, the moment Darla comes close enough to us, she reaches out to me. I scoot away. “Paul,” she begins, “I’d like to —”
Without waiting for her snake tongue to wrap around me even more, feed me more poison and more lies, I grab Mariah and head away with her.
“Are you ready to hit those black double diamonds together now, babe?” I ask Mariah, making my voice extra sweet, extra protective, just to piss Darla off. To give her the verbal finger. “I’ll show you some advanced moves. Just like I did last night.”
“Sure!” By Mariah’s playful and happy tone, it seems I’ve dodged the bullet of her realizing my ex is here, as well as the fact that she just tried to sideswipe into our time.
“Okay,” I say, matching her carefree tone. “Let’s go.”
My tone may be light, but my hold on Mariah is not. It’s strong and unmoving, so I can get her and myself the fuck out of here.
Chapter 16 – Paul
On our way out of range of my ex and whatever the fuck she might be thinking she wants to do or say to me, we cross paths with Alex and Jane. Before Jane can voice the questions, I see in her eyes; questions about where we’re heading off to so quickly, Mariah answers.
“Paul invited me to go up the mountain with him,” she says. She smiles, glancing at me briefly before capturing Jane’s eyes again. “He offered to go with me on one run, on the more difficult courses.”
Jane appears surprised, but also happy. Content. “Oh, okay.” Alex slings an arm around her waist, looking happy as well, as if they’re an old couple by now. I have no idea where Jordan has wandered off to. “Have fun, you two.”
The way those words came out of Jane’s mouth, it’s like she can see what I’ve started thinking. Of doing something else up on the mountain. In the cover of trees. Our skis will be on but, if I have my way, we won’t be pushing powder. At least not the way Mariah thinks.
“I’ll be back after one run, okay, Jane?” Mariah asks again now, as if to reassure her she’s not going to run off with me for good. Damn.
“It’s really okay, Mariah,” Jane say, waving us away while hugging my brother closer to her fur-lined neck and breasts. Those two got super cozy, super quick. I guess I’m happy for my brother, but I’m too busy being happy for myself to really notice. “Seriously, lady,” Jane insists. “Just do you, and I’ll see you when you get back.”
Jane winks at me, making a hidden gesture about more sex. I don’t answer her gesture with any kind of confirmation. I just squeeze Mariah’s hand a little harder, and prepare to guide her away from them.
“Come on, Mariah,” I say, “We better get going to my one and only run with you.”
“Sure,” Mariah says, obediently following after me. It shouldn’t surprise me, but we move together perfectly. We have harmony and we make a good rhythm together, even on skis and freshly fallen snow. “Lead the way!”
I’m more than happy to do so, hearing my brother and Jane start up a conversation again. It’s about tonight, and what last little bit of fun they’re going to get up to tonight before Jane and Mariah have to leave tomorrow.
I’ve already made plans for what else Mariah and I are going to do the minute we get further up the mountain and into the cover of trees. Why wait for night to come, when you can make your own underneath a couple of pine trees?
***
For as long as I possibly can, I make it look like we are indeed heading up to a more difficult ski run. But then, at the last minute, I deviate. I refuse to go on a second ski lift, and instead, I veer myself and Mariah off to the side of a particularly tree-infested patch of snow. It’s at that moment, when I guide Mariah into a particularly shadowed patch of green and pine cones, that she realizes plans have changed.
“What’s going on, Paul?” Her tone and expression are a beautiful mix of curiosity and caution. Just the way I want her for when I reveal my plans. “We’re not going on a run?”
Beautifully, Mariah actually sounds genuinely confused. Surprised, even though she was the one who put the words of a run in my mouth.
“We are,” I say, skiing up to her, and throwing my poles to one side of me. They happen to land up against a log, instead of getting lost in the snow. I then take Mariah’s polls from her, and jam them upright in the snow, “but not any ski run you’re familiar with, Mariah.”
I let her be confused for a moment more, before grabbing her wrists in my hands, and bending down to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you right here and now, Mariah,” I say, enjoying the way her arms tense.
Around us, around our semi-sheltered cocoon, there are skiers. Snowboarders. They cut it close to us, pushing clouds of snow and ice into our impromptu home. Even here, their voices and laughter are clear. Which means any sound they make will be loud. Clear as crystal. And that means any sound we make is going to be just as audible. Just as intact, and by the look of surprise in disbelief on Mariah’s face, she knows it.
“You are?” The clueless, I-don’t-believe-you look in her eyes makes my blood start to flow. She glances around her, watching a pair of skiers and a few snowboarders. While they’re not really regular, there’s enough traffic to make her feel vulnerable. “You’re kidding!” She laughs. It’s an unsure sound, but also oddly exhilarated. “Here?”
Another snowboarder goes sailing down part of the ski trail close to us. It’s close enough to smell his aftershave. “But there are people here.” She blushes, snared like the snow bunny she is. “We’ll be seen, caught,” she whispers.
“Not if you’re quiet, Mariah.” I take her, and guide her over to the one big log we have available to us. It’s at least as high as a small couch or chair — more than enough height to give me great, unfettered access to her holes. “And yes,” I add, throwing down big branches of fallen pine to give her something dryer to kneel on, “I am serious.”
When I’m satisfied with my bed of pine branches and needles, I pull down all three layers of clothes at once. Snow pants, sweatpants and panties, they all come down with a single yank. But I only pull them down far enough to access her pussy and or ass, no more. “I will fuck you out here, in front of all these people.”
The sight of her ass trembling in the cold has me rock-hard and ready to take her. I haven’t even had her kneel down and bend over the log yet. “It might even be in your ass, Mariah. You owe me as much, what with the price I paid for you and all.”
Mariah nods. To my amazement, she says, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Kneel down and bend over that log.” Hearing those words, she practically melts onto the ground and curls herself over the log. In doing so, she makes sure that her pussy and ass are as far up in the air as they will go without toppling her over. “Think of this as your early Christmas present to me.”
As I plunk myself down on the ground behind her, and start the process of partially undressing, she looks back at me. Her eyes and face are alive with a delicious mix of trepidation and anticipation. “Are you really going to fuck me in the ass?”
I free my cock from my layers of clothing, letting her get an eyeful of my cock’s tall, strong stature. The clear, icy shine on its head. I pull out a condom from one of the zippers on my ski coat. “Since you asked if I’m really going to do it, yes, Mariah. I am.”
I slip the condom on, making her see how much stronger my erection is, now that I’m preparing to stick it in her ass. “You can’t really call your virginity taken otherwise, can you? Not if I don’t take every inch of you? Invade every hole you have? Fill them all up and make them all mine?”
I thrust my cock toward her, making sure that the condom is all the way down, and on properly.
“No, sir, I guess I can’t.” That’s her quiet, trembling answer.
I guide her back to leaning over the log properly. “When I put it in, it’s going to feel bigger. Like you can’t handle it, but you’ll get used to it. Just don’t move more than you have to, okay?”
I allow a little gentleness to comfort her, before grabbing a small bottle of lube from the same pocket I had a condom in.
Mariah nods, but doesn’t say anything.
I open the travel-sized bottle of lube, and squirt a generous amount on my hands. I squeeze the bottle hard so that she hears it being squeezed. Hears the lubricant coming out and onto my hand. I stroke some onto my rubbed penis before putting the rest of the lube in between Mariah’s cheeks, and then her trembling, nervous hole.
Mariah moans, whines under the smallest poke of my finger into her ass. This hole, unlike her pussy, immediately grabs onto me. Tightens around the little bit of my finger. As much as Mariah seems nervous about it, it seems her body is curious, maybe even hungry, for this type of fucking.
My cock pulsates as I bathe her ass in the last of the lube, and spread her cheeks so that it will go into her puckering asshole first, and then drip in and down her pussy. Holding her ass cheeks tightly in my hands, I gently bring my cock toward the tight, pink and wrinkly circle. I shiver, imagining how deliciously tight it’s going to be in there.
I look down at her ass cheeks and pussy that are fully exposed to the elements, to me, and I feel like a very lucky man indeed. The joy of taking her ass hole outside in the bright daylight, in addition to tying her up and having my way with her last night, is worth every penny I paid.
“Prepare yourself, Mariah. My dick’s going in your ass now,” I tell her.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.
With that, I begin to push the head of my eager cock into her little ass hole. Deliciously, between the lube in and around this area of her body, and the lube I put on my condom, her asshole starts to widen. Starts to accept me and with little pressure.
Mariah moans/groans, as she feels the head of my penis melt into her tight and stubborn hole and directly into her ass. It’s beautiful. Her asshole practically sucks me in, though I know she’s never had anything like this before.
I pant, feeling ridiculously sensitive already. Even with just easing my shaft into her back door, I’m feeling breathless. Squeezed on.
More moans and groans — sounding pained and filled with a bit of pleasure — rise up out of Mariah. With each inch my dick moves up and into her, she moans more deeply. After a second longer, I can feel her ass beginning to squeeze on me. It’s enough to drown me in the grooves and ridges of her insides.
Finally, after a few more seconds of controlled movement, I’m up to my balls in her beautiful, tight ass. Her virgin hole, which is sucking on me harder than her pussy right before cumming. “I’m going to start moving, Mariah.” She sucks in a breath. “I’ll go slow, but you’re going to feel full. Whatever you do, don’t wiggle. Don’t move.”
I pause, beginning the slowest pumping motion I can manage. Something that’s more like rocking, instead of plunging. Already, Mariah’s hole is puckering. Shivering.
“If you do,” I say, lowering my voice and increasing the speed of my motion a bit. “That will only push me deeper, faster.”
Mariah ooh’s, and I see her grab onto the log harder. Even with her ski gloves on, I see her try to dig her nails in. I hear her breath quake. She’s looking around, wondering if anyone will catch us. So am I, and it makes my cock even harder inside her tight asshole.
“For those reasons, I wouldn’t recommend moving.” I pause, increasing my speed. Another small interval, but enough to actually feel myself pulling in and out of her now, not just wiggling my cock back and forth. “Unless you want to loosen up in the blink of an eye.” I smack her ass gently, picking up my speed, and settling into a rhythm. Now I can feel the length of her chute stroking me. Though her texture is ribbed, it feels bumpy, too. Like I’m getting jacked off by a rough tongue, a bumpy, warm sleeve.
I keep my hands on her ass, squeezing hard and slapping her red cheeks ever so often. Red welts appear, as evidence that I’m marking my territory as I continue to fuck her virgin ass hole.
Mariah lets out a quavering cry as I unconsciously pick up my speed. It isn’t until I start hearing the soft slap of my belly against her, that I realize I’m no longer in “warm-up” mode. I’m full-on fucking her, but she doesn’t seem to be in pain. Just awkward, crampy pleasure.
As it is, I can feel her pushing down on me like I’m a piece of shit she wants to get out. But I keep my momentum, enjoying it when I hear my first all-pleasure gasp. Moan. The muscles around me are beginning to play along. Help create their own lube, instead of the bottled stuff I used.
“Oh my God,” grunts Mariah, pressing herself down and over the log a bit more, “Why does it feel so good? Why am I liking this?” As she speaks, I feel her hole jiggle under an oncoming orgasm. It feels like Jell-O the way it’s vibrating all around and inside.
People have started to stop on the trail around us. Look around for a voice. Mariah’s. She notices at the same time I do, continuing in a quieter but no less aroused voice, “It’s in my ass. It’s in so deep, I—”
Whatever she was going to say is cut off in short order by a squeal. A shout of surprise and joy at something she’s feeling, but she quickly clamps down on it. Bites down on it.
“Oh, good girl, Mariah.” I grip each hip with one hand, and start ramming her up and down on my penis. As I do, I feel her shake and quiver. Her ridges grab and milk me like they are eager to be fed.
“You’ll let me take you anytime, anywhere, I want, isn’t that right?” I whisper.
“Yes, sir,” she says, careful to keep her voice down low so we won’t be discovered.
I pick up my rhythm and the strength of my penetration, enjoying the way the temperature gets warmer and warmer the more I move. How much wetter and slicker everything gets. “I love that you’re being so quiet and compliant while I fuck you in the ass in front of all these unsuspecting people.”
I pinch her plump ass cheek, enjoying the whimper she must keep behind her lips. “Just think, Mariah: at any moment” — I direct her eyes to a young woman skiing past us — “she could ski in here and see your naughty, curvy ass up in the air getting fucked.”
Deliciously, this elicits a rocking motion from Mariah. She’s gone from being nervous about having me in her, to rocking her ass onto my cock.
“I know,” she whines, just loud enough for me to hear, “This is so bad…” The “so bad” smiles on her lips like a stripper with cash tucked in her bra. No guilt, whatsoever.
I push her back into position, giving her ass a sound slap. In our pine-tree hovel, it sounds like a branch breaking.
“I told you no moving, Mariah.” I crawl closer to her on my knees, putting my hand on the middle of her back. “I’m not holding back now.” I pause. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you better not cum before I do.”
I don’t let Mariah answer. I just start thrusting deep and strong into her. I follow the waves of tension and pleasure I feel building in her tissues as I do, riding her hard breathing and whimpering like ocean waves.
In seconds of making my announcement, my cock is throbbing. My balls are sucking into themselves, cum rising. It’s not going to be long before I pop my cherry all over the inside of my condom. “Do you like it when I’m in your ass, Mariah?” I lean into her, slowly pulling back. “Be honest, now.”
“It’s so dirty, but yes!” She moans long and low, as I pull my cock slowly back down toward her stuffed, stretched asshole. “I love it!”
“Then get your hand down there and play with yourself,” I bark, feeling tightness roll through me like a cork. Mariah doesn’t waste any time. She throws off the glove on one hand, and plunges her hand down beneath her. From there, she begins to go to town on her clit, which I can only imagine is pink and plump by now.
As she increases the speed, so do I. I push my penis back up her ass, gaining back the distance I lost. I pump her as hard and fast as I dare, hoping to have us cum at the same time.
My wish is granted. Within no more than a few seconds of beginning to finger herself, Mariah rises off the ground some. I use this as my opportunity to press myself into her, and take myself the final mile.
All I can hear is the slapping of our bodies together. No sounds for me or her. Just moist gurgle of lube as we head toward hot, gooey release.
Which comes from me just as it does for Mariah. We both arch, fighting to keep our singing voices from being heard by the small parade of young, ambitious skiers now beginning to come our way.
I hiss out a breath feeling my cock spit out cum like bullets being discharged from the clip of a gun. Fast. Hard. Deliberate.
Mariah jerks against the log in time with my pulses. It’s like my penis and her clit are on the same grid, feeling the same power and pleasure course through them.
When there’s nothing left in me, I whip off the condom and put it back in my coat pocket. Not my favorite place to put a used condom, but it will do. At least until I get back to the room, or to the lodge. I’ll just take the coat to the dry cleaners when I get back. I then pull up my pants, and do the same for Mariah.
She murmurs something like “Thank you,” but I can’t be sure that’s what the words are. It’s just my best guess from what I can make out. She’s still coming back from her journey down Orgasm Lane.
After letting her rest, a moment, I slowly help her to her feet, and brush her pants free of pine needles. I also help her put her glove back on, before I hand her back her ski poles.
“Can you make it back okay?” I ask, watching her move around on shaking legs. I take up my ski poles. “Your knees are going to be a little weak after that, I think.”
“Yeah, probably.” Unbelievably, Mariah actually looks calm. Happy, despite having just finished her first experience of anal. Her first orgasm that way. Resolutely, she heads back the way we came, despite parts of her body resisting movement. “Jane’s probably starting to get worried.” She turns back to me. “Wouldn’t want her to have to come looking for us, and put two and two together.”
I start to ski toward her, but I have no intention of following. At least not immediately. “Sure.” I clear my throat, still surprise and irritated by all of the emotions Mariah makes me feel. All that tenderness and addiction, and all without her doing much at all. “You should join me in the hot tub in an hour.” My eyes watch her ass, and then her face, as she turns to me. “After taking it like a champ, the soothing water could really feel good.”
“I’m sure,” she says, and skis out from under the cover. She gives me a mischievous smile. “We’ll see.”
A playful shake of her ass is the last thing I see before she disappears, cutting her own path down the mountain and back toward her friend.
She has no idea what she does to me, I think, wandering to the opening in our cover. No idea at all. I better see her in the hot tub. If I don’t, I’m not going to be able to think about anything else for the rest of the night.