“Brysen,” I sighed, shaking my head.
“Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it, baby.” He was so darn confident in his abilities. Why wouldn’t he be? He was Brysen Mariano, after all. It only made me more hesitant to explain, but the determined gleam in his eye made it obvious he wasn’t going to let me get away with not answering.
“It sounds silly because of your past, but I find it hard to believe you’ve never joined either club before today.”
His worried frown turned into a smug grin. “And the idea bothers you?”
I shoved at his shoulder. “You don’t have to sound so satisfied by my stupid jealousy.”
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he disagreed while shoving my hand out of the way and letting my pant leg drop, exposing my underwear on one side. “It means I’m not alone in feeling like this.”
He tugged my panties to the side and leaned forward until I felt his hot breath against my skin. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked, my voice cracking. “I’ve always thought of you as mine and I have no problem knowing you see me the same way.” He was virtually impossible to resist before, but now that he called me his, I didn’t know how I’d be able to hold out any longer. It made me feel different from the women who came before me. My defenses were crumbling and the flash of triumph in his eyes made it evident he knew how close I was to caving. Then, he went in for the kill. “You’re wrong, you know. These are firsts for me, too. I’ve never felt possessive over a woman before. Never joined the mile high club. And I never did anything like this on a ski lift. It was never worth the risk of getting caught until now.”
“Really?” I gasped.
“I’ll never lie to you, baby,” he promised. “Open your legs and give me a little taste to tide me over until we make it back to our room later.”
My legs parted as though they had a will of their own, my thoughts scattering at the touch of his tongue on my clit. He gave it a quick lick before blowing against my pussy lips and flicking his tongue around my clit. I watched with rapt attention as he tortured me with his mouth. Plunging my hands into his hair, I tried to bring his face closer and huffed in irritation when the other leg of my ski pants restricted me from spreading my legs wider. The sound spurred him on and he tongue-fucked me until I was writhing with need. I jumped when the lift jerked, my eyes darting over his shoulder only to see we were nearing the top of the mountain.
“Hurry, Brysen,” I pleaded, desperate to climax before everyone could see us. The fear of getting caught excited me, but I didn’t want it to actually happen.
He chuckled darkly and wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking hard as he thrust two fingers inside me. The combination sent me over the edge. Brysen gave me a few more licks before sitting back on his heels. I was a boneless heap in my seat while he fixed my panties and zipped my snow pants back up. When the lift stopped, he was back in his seat, the sheen of my wetness on his chin and the outline of his hard-on the only evidence of what we’d been doing on the ride up.
Brysen stepped off first and then turned to help me. Once I was safely on the ground, he leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Living out my fantasies with you makes me hard as fuck. I’m so hard, I bet I could use a third ski to go down the mountain.”
It was the perfect thing to say, eliminating any awkwardness I might have felt and making me giggle at the image of him strapping a ski onto his dick. The laughter continued for the couple hours we had on the mountain before dinner. Brysen was a more advanced skier, but he didn’t seem to mind skipping the black diamonds to stay on the intermediate slopes with me. I fell a couple times and he was always quick to help me up, copping a feel of my ass along the way. We had so much fun, I hated to leave the slopes to get ready for dinner.
After squeezing in one last run, we had to rush back to the room and quickly change so we’d make it there on time. When we walked into the restaurant, everyone else was already seated. My eyes scanned the room and immediately spotted the only two empty seats at a table for four with Zach and his blowjob bimbo.
“Crap,” I muttered, my steps slowing.
Brysen’s hand tightened on my arm. “Who did you manage to piss off to get seated with him again?”
“Nobody,” I sighed. “But we were the subject of a lot of office gossip, so I’m sure there are plenty of people looking forward to seeing a possible train wreck in person.”
“So it’s just a matter of petty office bullshit then.” He let go of me and slid his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close as we neared the table. “Buck up, my little snow bunny. We’ve got this.”