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At least Jacques let me get a double espresso before we hit the slopes, I thought to myself.

I loved skiing and loved the snow even more. But I enjoyed it more around 8 a.m., at the very least.

Marissa laughed when I yawned. “Oh, did Oliver keep you up to late?”

That smirk on her face told me exactly what she meant. Perv.

“Yeah, he snores like a freight train,” I mumbled. “At one point, I thought a pine crashed into the house.”

Oliver swatted my backside with his glove. “Rich, coming from the girl who recited Jane Austen in her sleep.”

I worked for a book publisher, and my favorite hobby was reading. What did he expect?

“Surprised you know who Jane Austen is,” I replied.

I was about to say something about him only liking books with pictures in them, when suddenly a kid very unstable looking on his skis zoomed past — well, not past, but right into me, and knocked me on my back.

I looked up to find all three of them laughing. And Oliver was laughing the hardest.

“You absolute d-

“Hey hey,” Jacques said. “Why are you fighting like children right now?”

“He laughed at me!”

“Because it was funny!”

Oliver was still busy laughing, so he didn’t notice me form a perfect snowball. And he didn’t see it coming, when I chucked it at his beautiful face.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“For laughing at me,” I said. “And, because it was funny.”

His glower wasn’t too intimidating, given the red splotch in the center of his face.

“Alright, come on,” Marissa said, offering a hand to held me up.

Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to her, she was standing on a particularly slippery patch of ice. She fell on top of me with a loud “Oof.”

Oliver and Jacques both doubled over in laughter, though Jacques at least had the sense to hoist his wife up on to her feet and brush the snow from her.

See, Oliver? I thought to myself. That’s how significant others are supposed to act.

When Oliver made no hurry to lift me up, I formed another snowball and tossed it right at his groin.

He doubled over again, but he wasn’t laughing this time.

“I thought we were being nice now!” He groaned, hand cupping his crotch.

“I’ve been mean to you for like three years,” I said. “It’s just habit. Besides, you started it!”

“Alright children,” Jacques chided. “We’re going to be here fighting all day if we don’t move along.”

We kept lightly bickering all the way up to the top of the slopes, though Oliver slung his arm around my shoulders for the duration of the ski lift ride.

Our fighting became more playful as the morning went on, and my early-morning grumpiness subsided. The caffeine kicking in and the adrenaline from racing down the slopes had me awake as could be.

And then when the soreness began to set in, and the sun high in the air had us sweating a bit beneath our gear, it picked back up.

We were about to do our last run for the day, and I was waiting for Marissa to take off down the mountain. Oliver came up behind me, a gloved hand tightly grasping my hip.

“Keep it up,” he growled in my ear. “And I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be too sore to lace up those skis tomorrow.”

The dull ache between my legs turned into a throbbing. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

He only laughed and released me.

—

After we got off the slopes, the four of us had lunch and decided to spend a couple of hours in the nearby town. There were shops and cafes and a small history museum, and we spent hours entertaining ourselves.

When Oliver hadn’t been looking, I’d bought him a keychain to commemorate the trip as well as a vintage postcard. In the restaurant he owned with his family, they had a wall of vintage pictures and postcards from all over the place. So, I thought it might be a nice edition, and a reminder of me.

When we got back, Jacques and Oliver cooked up an amazing dinner, and then we spent the rest of the night playing games and having a few drinks around the fire. We even let Jacques play some French music that I would never admit I actually enjoyed.

It was nearing midnight when Marissa started yawning. I was surprised she’d actually made it up that late.

We unanimously called it a night, set our plans for the next day and headed for the stairs.

“I’m sure the lovebirds have matters to attend to,” Marissa said, wiggling her eyebrows at me when we all reached the landing.

“Yeah, don’t act like you don’t too,” I shot back.

“Of course not,” Jacques replied. “I think I’ve been very clear about my intentions with my beautiful wife. I think i’ll start by—

“Absolutely not, get out of here before I have to hear any of that,” I said, shooing them away.

They did leave, with Jacques muttering something about Americans being uptight when it comes to sex.

I had just walked into our room when Oliver grabbed me and pushed me up against the closed door.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you today,” he said in between frantic kisses. “Do you know how many times I thought about taking you right there in the snow?”

“Well good thing you waited,” I replied. “We would’ve traumatized a lot of people.”

We both pulled off our sweaters and I discarded my bra, groaning when I pressed my nipples against his chest. His tongue continued exploring my mouth. He still tasted like the whiskey we’d been drinking, and maybe just a little bit of the chocolate bar we’d split.

Oliver moved us to the bed and hauled me onto his lap. I rolled my hips into him, rubbing against his rock-hard bulge.

“Oh I waited,” he gritted out. “But I’m done waiting now.”

Oliver’s grip on my waist tightened, and I could feel him getting ready to flip us over. But I had other ideas.

I grabbed his wrists and pinned them beside his head and used my weight to keep his hips on the bed.

He was as strong as they come, but I wasn’t weak either. I was very proud of my Pilates progress, thank you very much.

“You’re filthy,” I purred. “You get so hot and bothered when I’m mean to you, don’t you?”

He kept his lips pressed in a thin line. So I lifted myself off his lap, hovering my core above his bulge.

“Yes,” he finally gritted out. “Yes, I do.”

I rewarded him by sitting back down and dragging my core across his clothed cock and my nipples across his chest.

Oliver leaned up and kissed my neck, sucking on that spot just below my ear. I melted like snow in a fire. And I let my guard down.

He had me flipped over with my wrists pinned to the bed before I had a chance to suck in another breath.

He tsked at me. “I’m impressed you kept me down,” he said. “Too bad you got distracted.”

It was too hard to be mad when a gorgeous man was laying on top of you.

He dipped his head to my neck and started kissing all my sensitive spots. I was shamelessly raising my hips to press my pussy to his bulge.

“Now,” he said, beginning to kiss down my neck, nearing my chest, “I’ve made it very clear that I don’t hate you. The opposite, in fact.”

He stopped to swirl his tongue around my nipple, laughing quietly when I arched my back.

“But I wanna fuck you like I hate your guts,” he said. “Hard, fast, over and over again until they can hear you down the mountain.”

I whimpered when he stopped his trail of kisses just above my waistband.

“That sound like a plan, princess?”

“Yes.”

He started unbuttoning my pants and helped me wiggle out of them, tossing them to the side along with my panties.

I was waiting for him to finally dip his head between my legs, but he sat back on his knees instead, eyes raking over me.

“I don’t think any amount of touching is going to get rid of this…this burning,” he said. “I can’t get enough.”

I knew for a fact I’d never get enough of him, especially not the way he looked at my naked body, like he was ready to devour me.

He slowly removed his belt while he admired me, and when he started to move back over me, I excitedly wondered if he was going to just get right to business and slam his cock into me.

Instead, he grabbed my wrists and started tying me to a metal post of the bed frame.

“I think you earn to be tied up given your attitude today,” he said.

“You were mean too,” I muttered.

He laughed, checking my bindings to make sure I was secure but not in pain. “And I’m about to make up to you for it.”

Finally, he situated himself between my legs, both large hands gripping my thighs and keeping me spread.

He trailed a finger down my entire slit, teasing me, testing how wet I was.

My eyes grew wide when his fingers drifted lower.

“Tell me, Red, has anyone touched you here?”

I gasped as his finger circled my puckered hole.

“N-no.”

He hummed. “You’re not ready for that just yet, baby,” he said, continuing his lazy circles. “But one day…One day, I’ll claim you here.”

Claim. My pussy clenched, hard.

I gasped when his tongue glided over my asshole, following the same pattern his finger had.

He picked his head up and licked his lips. “You’re all mine now, sweet girl,” he said.

I nodded frantically.

He focused his attention on my pussy now, using his thumb and pointer finger to spread my pussy lips. He used his other pointer finger to prod at my clit, flicking it side to side and rubbing soft, soothing circles.

“You’ve got such a pretty little clit,” he said. “Small, but so sensitive.”

I squirmed, trying to press further onto his finger.

He started to suck my clit, just the way I liked.

“Finger,” I moaned. “Need — nghh— need your finger.”

“Ask nicely,” he chided.

“Please,” I said. “Please use your fingers.”

He obliged and slid two fingers into me and started pumping.

I was right there. Just a bit more, and I’d cum.

Then he stopped.

I whimpered, shamelessly pouting down at him.

He just ignored me and sat back on his heels. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his hard cock and started pumping.

My hips writhed uncontrollably. “What are you doing? I need to cum.”

He tilted his head at me and gave me a wicked smile. “So do I.”

Oh this was how he was going to get back at me. Giving me female blue balls as revenge for the snowballs. Monster.

I was mesmerized watching him stroke himself. And I was fighting my bindings trying to reach for him, to stroke his thick cock for him.

He was unfazed, still staring at my body while he fucked his hand harder and harder.

I don’t know which was driving me crazier — the sight of him jacking off or the intoxicating sound of his moans.

Oliver came on my stomach with a long and sustained groan, and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. But I couldn’t reach for it.

“Don’t worry baby,” he said, running a hand up and down my thigh. “Just needed to give myself a clear head so I could focus.”

Oliver finally dove between my legs, and suddenly, I forgot all my frustrations.

He spread my pussy lips with two fingers and licked me up and down. He dipped his tongue down to slide it into my hole and swirled it around.

Oliver groaned just as loud as I did, and my core clenched at the vibrations.

“You’ve wanted to cum so badly today,” he said, breath ghosting over my pussy, “haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, pushing my hips harder onto his face.

“You get all hot and bothered when I’m mean to you too, isn’t that right?”

“Maybe.”

He laughed, but there was nothing funny about the way he was licking my clit. He slid two fingers into me and I could hear my pussy juices squelching around his fingers.

I rode his fingers and ground my pussy against his tongue, focused on nothing but finally cumming. Which I did, in barely any time.

Oliver was still lapping at me when I finished, despite my writhing.

“I-I just came,” I said stupidly. “I can’t-can’t take it.”

“Oh but you were so frustrated when I wouldn’t let you cum,” he said in a mocking tone. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

I couldn’t even come up with a response.

His tongue kept torturing me, licking at my swollen clit while he slid his finger back into me.

He’d stop if I wanted him to, but I really, really didn’t. Because I was already ramping up to another orgasm.

Oliver curled his fingers and I nearly screamed when he found that spot inside me. He went after it relentlessly, massaging it with the pads of his fingers over and over again, in time with the flicking of his tongue on my clit.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. “Ollie, I-I think I’m gonna squirt. M-move your face.”

He grunted and started working me faster. “Not moving anywhere.”

I screamed when I came, gushing all over his hand and face. He never let up and kept his face firmly pressed to my pussy.

He ran a hand over his drenched face and then licked his palm.

Geeeezzzz.

“How are you real?”

He laughed, climbing on top of me and capturing my lips with his.

Oliver reached a hand between us to fist his cock, already rock-hard again.

“You gonna take my cock sweet girl?”

“Yes. Please.”

He ran his tip up and down my slit and I jolted when it jammed into my clit.

“Are you sure? You said you couldn’t take anymore just a few minutes ago.”

He tapped on my clit with his cock.

“I need it,” I said, beyond the point of caring if I sounded desperate.

He swore under his breath and sat up on his knees to undo my bindings. I just stared at his hard cock bobbing between his legs, my pussy clenching in anticipation for him finally filling me.

Oliver pressed two quick kisses to my inners wrists when I was free. Then he snaked an arm under my lower back and flipped me onto my stomach.

I pushed my hips into the air and arched my back without him needing to say anything. He lightly slapped my ass.

“Such a good girl.”

He shoved his entire length into me and started fucking me like crazy.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, his hips slamming into my ass over and over again. Oliver grabbed my arms and wrenched them behind my back and pinned my wrists together in one hand.

I buried my face into the comforter and cried his name.

“That’s it princess,” he said. “Scream my name as loud as you want.”

I was a moaning, drooling mess, and resorted to biting the comforter to keep from alerting the entire hotel to our antics.

I could hear how wet I was, hear my juices sloshing around with every thrust of his cock into my pussy.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I came, pussy walls clamping down and quivering around his cock.

He kept his hips flush with me as he shot his cum into me.

We collapsed onto the bed, both of us too wrung out to bother moving yet. He shifted some of his weight off of me, but kept a hand on my lower back while we recovered.

“I’ll stop being mean to you eventually,” I said when I finally got my breath enough to speak. “It’s just a hard habit.”

He laughed, a beautiful sound that made me happier each time I heard it. Oliver stroked a hand up and down my back.

“Take as long as you want baby,” he said. “You won’t scare me off.”

I fell asleep before he ever started snoring. Hopefully he fell asleep before I started sleep-talking too.