It was one of the coolest things I had ever seen. I loved that the world had adapted and modified things for monsters.
Alistair hopped on the snowmobile, and I pulled on my helmet and gloves, then slid behind him.
“It’s going to be a little loud, so if you want to talk, we’ll have to yell. Hold onto my waist and lean when I lean, okay?”
“Okay.” Growing up in a small town, I’d ridden on the back of dirt bikes a time or two, so this wasn’t all that new to me.
Alistair started the snowmobile and the engine roared. I snuggled closer, pressing against him and holding onto his waist tightly.
He cranked the throttle, then we were off. The snowmobile flew over the snow, the trees lining the trail blurring to a fuzzy haze of green and white. Peeking around Alistair’s hulking body, I saw the valley and the town off in the distance. I’d always thought Briar Glenn was picturesque, but it was nothing compared to this.
We rode over a series of hills and my stomach dropped each time we hit the bottom. I started laughing—that type of uncontrollable laughter that only comes when there’s an element of danger. I knew Alistair wouldn’t let anything happen, but it was thrilling all the same.
The trail led to an overlook before splitting in two. Alistair pulled a safe distance from the edge, angling the snowmobile sideways so we could enjoy the view.
He unclipped his helmet and hung it over the handlebar, and I tugged mine off too.
“Check out this view, sweetheart.” With each of his breaths, a cloud of white smoke jetted from his nostrils.
“I can’t get over how beautiful it is.”
As much as I was into him, there was no way I could ask him to leave all this behind. The mountains, his house, his job.
There was just no way.
Alistair stepped in front of me. Leaning over, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m glad you like it. Happy Valentine’s Day, Pam.”
He gripped my chin, tilting my face up so he had access to my lips. Our mouths crashed together, tongues tangling and hands roving over the layers that covered our bodies. Even through our snow pants, I could feel Alistair’s cock jutting into me, reminding me of just how good it felt when he fucked me.
Suddenly, I was too hot. Too horny. Desperate for him to take me.
“Let’s go back home,” I mumbled against his lips.
“No. I can’t wait. Bend over the snowmobile, and I’ll fuck you right here.” He took off his gloves and shoved them in his coat pocket.
“What if someone drives by and sees us?” My heart raced at the idea, making me aware of how much I liked these risky rendezvous. Alistair undid the button of my snow pants and slipped his hand inside. He swirled his fingers along my entrance, making my breath hitch.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Already so wet. I think you’d like it if someone rode by and saw me fucking you. Wouldn’t you?”
He pumped a finger inside, smiling at the gasp that slipped past my lips. “Go on, babe. Lean over the snowmobile. Enjoy the view while I pound your tight cunt.”
Fuck.
I pulled away, walking around the snowmobile and stretching out over the seat.
Alistair came up behind me, and I heard the whir of his zipper. He tugged my pants down just enough to give him access to my pussy, and I shuddered when the cold air hit my skin.
“Now this, this is a perfect view.” He ran his palm over my cheek and gave it a soft swat.
“Gods,” I groaned. “Again.” I never thought I’d be into spanking, but under Alistair’s hand, I was very much into it.
He brought his palm down on the other cheek, a little harder this time, the sting warming away the cold and making me moan.
“I like seeing your ass covered in my marks. I might have to spank you more often. Now spread those legs and arch your back.”
I spread my legs as much as my bulky pants would allow and pushed my ass out toward Alistair. The snow crunched under his hooves, and I felt the tip of his cock sliding back and forth over my entrance.
He teased me like that, one light thrust after another, just rubbing the tip over my clit.
