He’s so big and hard, I can feel every pulse and throb of him inside me, filling me completely, utterly, until there is no more me. I’m only an illusion of flesh and blood and bones. Both of us a current of electric energy, made of pure pleasure and need, building and vibrating with such intensity that it is quite possible our climaxes could bring down the rest of this goddamn mountain.
A sweet, coiling sensation flutters at the apex of my core. A whimper bubbles up from my throat and my eyes squeeze shut tight. Vaughn pulls out slow, and thrusts back in, over and over in long, slow delicious strokes. Deeper and deeper each time. The full length of him pushes and pulls, drags along my walls, sparking that flutter into a spiraling, uncontrollable tension.
“Oh, fuck. This is…oh fuck,” his voice shakes.
I rock my bottom to the slow steady rhythm of his thrusts. “This is what?” I moan.
“So fucking good…I’m losing my mind.”
I’m desperate for him to lose more than his mind with me.
I roll my hips faster and dig my nails into the fisted sheets. Whimpers and little breathy sounds fall from my lips, and the more moans I make the faster and harder his thrusts become. And good God, am I about to start singing.
“Jesus, babe—you’re so tight…ah…I can feel how close you are to coming.” The lean muscles of his legs tighten around my thighs and his voice tumbles into low growls and mumbled curses.
The winding pressure in my body coils and curls, it ricochets through my insides, building and spreading. Harder and deeper he drives into me until liquid fire explodes through my body. It erupts in my core, spreading like hot lava, melting down my legs. I can feel every muscle in Vaughn’s body working as my orgasm squeezes around him. His arms tremble, his legs shake, his abdomen strains with every thrust he tries to get through. Driving and thrusting, over and over, his breaths a jumble of grunts and prayers until his entire body tightens and I feel the warmth of his orgasm spilling into me.
For a brief moment we stay still, and I feel, for just a second, the warm press of his lips between my shoulder blades. A small intimate gesture that steals my breath away.
Then the weight of his body shifts, and he’s gone, rolling to the other side of the bed, creating a chasm of distance between us. My heart hiccups, hammering with a chaotic beat of small shatters and quick breaths. Heaviness fills my stomach, dropping it down to the floor.
I just had sex with Vaughn Montgomery. The corners of my eyes sting and I drop my chin to my chest. What the hell did I just do? I still feel the heat of his body on me. I can still feel the last tingles of pleasure seeping from my pores.And I want more. Ashamed, I stand up and stumble away.
Then a wave of nausea slams through me when I feel his warm cum running down my leg. “I can’t believe that just happened,” I mutter. I’m in shock, grabbing spastically at the tissue box and trying to wipe away all the evidence. Could that have really just happened? Maybe I didn’t make it out of the avalanche in time after all. Maybe I’m dead.
I run my hands through my hair. My fingers catch and tangle in knots.
“That didn’t just happen,” Vaughn says, his voice hoarse and cracked. “We weren’t us, remember? Just two strangers.”
A thick lump forms in my throat and my entire face tingles with heat.
Maybe I’m having a stroke.
Vaughn watches me with wide, shell-shocked eyes. “I’m serious, Claire. Strangers. We can’t let—"
“What do you think I’m going to do, call TMZ and tell everyone?” I snap.
“Maybe,” he smiles, letting me know he’s teasing. “Maybe you’ll get a few thousand for the story.”
“Right, whatever. Believe me, Vaughn, no one thinks your sex life if worth any amount of money.” I make my way over to our discarded clothes. They’re still wet and cold on the floor and I’m standing in the middle of the room as naked as the day I was born.
I need to get out of this cursed house. My phone! Where’s my phone? “I don’t know where my phone is. Do you have yours? Can you call someone?” I don’t know how long we’ve slept. I don’t know what damage is done. My brain is foggy and a plethora of emotions are spinning through it in wild pandemonium. Complete anarchy in my mind.
“Claire, it’s three in the morning,” he sighs. “There’s no one I can call right now.”
I nod like a bobble head on the dashboard of an off-road vehicle and avoid any and all eye contact with him.
“Hey,” he says in a soft voice, “are you okay?”
No, I am absolutely not. I’m stuck here with him until it’s a decent hour to call for help, and I’m not sure I can take even a second more. I mean,really, it’s been how long since we woke up and I’ve already had sex with him. Really, really great sex with him.
“Claire?” I feel his eyes on me like the sun on a hot summer day.
“Yeah, I’m great.” I’m just perfect, except for the undeniable possibility that I’m going to either to kill Vaughn Montgomery and bury him under the frozen ground or fall madly back in love with him.
