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Three Years Ago – All Star Break

Jordan

The snow finally stops. It takes us two hours to clear the large driveway and pack up the truck, and my body happily accepts the workout I get from shoveling the snow. The sun is out and after being stuck inside the cabin for two days, the light is blinding.

Alice is bundled up in her thermal sweater and snow pants, the pink overalls making her look adorable.

Her dark blond hair falls in two perfect French braids and she sports a blue headband to keep her ears warm.

Our eyes connect as she looks around, backing us out of the driveway, and for a moment my heart stutters. She’s so effortlessly beautiful.

Her lips have a tint of red to them, and I can’t tell if it’s from the cold or if she put some Chapstick on. I’m dying to press my mouth to hers and find out if she tastes like her favorite cherry lip balm.

After what felt like the best orgasm of my fucking life last night, we took a quick shower and cuddled in her bed until we both fell asleep. I knew if I let myself get this close to her, I wouldn’t be able to stop these feelings from flooding in. And I was right.

All morning, I couldn’t stop touching her as we got dressed and ready for the day. Couldn’t stop kissing her between bites of breakfast and sips of coffee. Even now, I want her to pull over so I can drag her to my lap and kiss her, touch her, hold her. Anything.

Instead, I keep my hands firmly clasped in my lap, trying not to distract her from driving us to the ski resort.

“Excited to finally do what we came here to do?” Alice asks with a smile.

“I’m not complaining about our other activities,” I say with a grin. Alice blushes and bites the corner of her lip, and I watch with rapt attention, wishing that was my teeth digging into her plump red lip.

“Me either,” she says a little breathlessly, giving me a coy look out of the corner of her eye.

“But snowboarding will be nice. Then maybe we can fire up the sauna back at the cabin,” I say, my mind racing with thoughts of Alice in nothing but a bikini. Or better yet, naked.

“I have some ideas of things we could do in the sauna,” she says, and I inhale through my nose and beg my erection to go away.

“You’ll be the death of me,” I say, focusing on playing her favorite songs for the rest of the drive.

The resort is not as busy as previous years, likely because of the snowstorm that passed through this week, so we grab our lift tickets and get to the top of the mountain in record time.

I help Alice clasp her helmet tightly and kiss her—just once—before pulling back and pulling the goggles over her eyes. The smile she gives me is blinding and I force myself to step back from her before I ask her to ditch the mountain and head back to the cabin.

“Ready?” I ask, adjusting my own goggles and securing my bootstraps.

Alice does the same, sitting down next to me and saying, “I was born ready.”

I chuckle and tell her, “Last one down has to buy the hot cocoa.” Then I push myself up and glide down, getting a head start.

“You traitor!” she yells after me, laughing.

I look back for a second and see she’s following close behind.

I angle myself straight down the mountain to get some speed and watch my edges so I don’t flip myself face-first into the snow.

Even though this is only a Blue Square intermediate slope, I still want to be careful, not only because of my career, but because I want Alice to be safe too.

I know how competitive she can get, and the last thing I want is for her to get hurt.

I cut across the slope a few times as we approach the bottom of the hill, slowing down enough before coming to a full stop in front of the fire pit and the food truck that sells hot cocoa.

“No fair, you always beat me,” she huffs, reaching down and unclasping her boots. I do the same and rest my snowboard against the wood beams near the fire pits.

“Get good, noob,” I say, and it earns me a slap across my bicep. Not that I can feel it with how little force she puts behind it and all the layers I’m wearing to ward away the cold.

“Go grab us a couple seats by the fire. I’ll get the cocoa,” she grumbles, shuffling away to the food truck.

I do as she says, finding two available spots and moving the chairs closer to the fire pit.

Grabbing a couple logs from the basket nearby, I throw them in, keeping the fire going.

I wish the rest of our friend group could have come too.

I snap a picture of the fire and mountain behind it right as Alice photo-bombs it, poking her tongue out at my phone. I smile and send it to the group.

Eli

I wish I was snowboarding instead of sweating in California.

Ash

That’s not what you said last night after winning the All Star mini game.

Hi Al, cute braids!

Robbie

Hope you two have fun snowboarding. Olivia and the cats say hello as well.

“Hot cocoa, as promised,” Alice hands me a paper cup with no lid, the steam billowing out in the cold weather. I blow on it and take a small sip, instantly enjoying the velvety chocolate taste and the warmth it brings me.

“Take a seat,” I say, motioning her over with a tilt of my head. She shuffles between me and the fire pit, but before she can make it to her chair, I gently wrap an arm around her middle, mindful of our drinks, and pull her to sit in my lap.

Alice gives me a small grin, a small dimple popping in her right cheek.

I lean in and kiss it, my hand squeezing her waist as she melts into me, and we rest against the back of the wooden chair.

Careful not to spill her drink, she presses a sweet kiss to my mouth, gently tugging at my bottom lip with her teeth.

I open up to her and the instant her tongue touches mine, I groan. Fuck, I want her again.

“Someone’s eager today,” she whispers, taking a long sip of cocoa and licking her upper lip, enticing me. What I wouldn’t do to have those lips on my cock.

Jesus, I need to slow down. What is it about this girl that makes me act like a high school virgin, excited for any bit of physical attention?

“Hm, should I not be?” I say, leaning away from her. “We can go back to just snowboarding,” I say, smirking.

Alice narrows her eyes at me and says, “Maybe we should, then I can have my way with you in the sauna.”

I down the rest of my cocoa as she giggles and does the same. Then I scoop her up and carry her to the beam where our snowboards rest.

“Hurry up already, sheesh.”

Alice

Jordan and I race down the mountain two more times before we finally relent and head back to the cabin. Even though I planned to buy the cocoa again , Jordan insisted it should be his treat. The fire pit was taken so we took our drinks and fresh churros to go.

“Hit me,” I say, opening my mouth and leaning towards the passenger seat as Jordan carefully breaks off a piece of churro and brings it to my mouth. I’m careful to keep both hands on the wheel and not take us off the road.

The cinnamon sugar hits my tongue and I moan around the bite of the delicious dessert. Jordan seems to choke on air in the face of my reaction and I smile to myself. I bet he’s all flustered again, maybe even sporting an erection. Fuck, I love how quickly he gets turned on. By me .

Jordan feeds me another piece and I eagerly take it, biting the tip of his finger in the process. “If I could pick a dessert to eat for the rest of my life, it would be these churros.”

He laughs then says, “Don’t you have a gluten intolerance?”

“Don’t remind me,” I pout. Yes, technically I do have an intolerance, but sometimes the pain is worth it.

“I’m curious. What else would you pick if you had to only eat one meal for the rest of your life?” he asks, and I ponder it for a moment while we listen to a Hozier song.

“That’s a tough one. Maybe … tacos?”

“Really? What is it with you and Mexican food?”

“Hey, Mexican food is delicious. Why? What would you pick as your only meal?”

Jordan shakes his head, tapping his fingers on the center console. “Lasagna.”

“That’s—not bad, actually. I’ve always wanted to take an Italian cooking class. They seem fun. You know … I expected you to say something basic like chicken.”

“There’s nothing wrong with chicken. Throw it in some marinade and you have yourself a great option for salads, wraps, or the grill.”

My stomach rumbles and I groan. “Okay, maybe we need to stop talking about food.”

Jordan laughs and the sound makes me feel lighter, somehow.

I bring a hand to the console and thread our gloved fingers together.

His chocolate brown gaze is locked on my face as he gives me an intense look.

One that promises he’s not done with me yet.

I shiver in anticipation and welcome what’s to come.

“Maybe we can take a cooking class together,” he says, voice taking on a shy note. Does he think I wouldn’t jump at the opportunity?

“We definitely should,” I say, squeezing his fingers.

It’s dark by the time we make it back to the cabin, and we all but sprint out of the truck to get inside. Jordan’s hands are on me the second we take off our snow pants and thicker layers and drop them to the floor of the hallway.

One of his hands cups the back of my head, angling me just right so he can devour my mouth. He presses long, languid kisses to my lips and groans against me, mumbling something that sounds like “I knew it was cherry.”

I take a step back and Jordan follows, pressing me into the wall, letting go of my head to lift me up.

My legs lock at the small of his back and he presses his hardness into me.

We both gasp at the same time and hold on tight to one another.

Our noses brush and I take a deep inhale as he exhales against my lips.

He tastes like churros and hot cocoa, and I never want this day to end.

“We should probably find some food,” he says but doesn’t put me down yet.

“Probably. We should also warm up the sauna.”

“How about you start that and I’ll make us some sandwiches?”

I smile and press another kiss to his lips. “Deal.”

When I return from the basement, having gotten the sauna ready, Jordan offers me a BLT. I smile, noticing he even made it on my favorite sourdough bread. We eat standing around the kitchen island, sharing a bag of cherry potato chips in the process.

As he puts away our plates, I grab one of the Laffy Taffy pieces from the bowl and unwrap it, popping the strawberry candy in my mouth.

“I love the puns they have,” Jordan says. Slowly, I look at the wrapper and chuckle to myself.

“What kind of bear has no teeth?”

Jordan looks at me, an amused smile on his lips and his eyebrows raised.

I smirk and say, “A gummy bear.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around me, pressing a kiss to my neck. “C’mon, gummy bear , let’s go enjoy the sauna.”

“Last one down there has to get naked,” I yell, taking off towards the stairs. Jordan follows close behind me but right as I open the door, he picks me up around my middle and plunges us into the dry heat of the sauna.

“Oh no, now we both have to get naked,” he whispers in my ear as he sets me down and closes the door. His hands find me almost immediately as he peels off my shirt and sports bra, his thumbs brushing over my already hard nipples as he kisses me again.

My hands delve under his shirt and I rake my nails up and down his hard abs, drawing the hottest reaction from him.

Jordan moans against my lips and pulls me close, grabbing my ass with both hands and kneading it, pulling my leggings down as I lift his shirt up.

We both stop and chuckle at the ridiculousness of our situation.

Pulling back, I take the rest of my clothes off and he does the same. We waste no time as Jordan picks me up and carries me to the wooden bench. He sits and I straddle him, rubbing myself on his cock.

“Condom?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“I’m on the pill, so if you want, we can skip the condoms.” Jordan groans, then takes one of my nipples in his mouth and flicks it with his tongue, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel like I’m on fire, and it’s not just the sweltering heat of the sauna. It’s him , it’s the magnitude of us and the realization that this is happening.

I don’t know what I expected last night, but it wasn’t for Jordan to wash my hair in the shower and hum against my neck as he held me before sleep took over.

Maybe deep down I was worried he’d reject me again.

That he’d have a part of me and decide it’s still not enough. That this is too complicated.

But he’s still here.

He still wants me.

And fuck , do I want him too.

He holds me tight, palms flat against my shoulder blades as he drives his cock inside me. I gasp and clench around him, finding his lips with mine.

“So fucking tight,” he whispers, our tongues mingling.

I pull back and catch a bead of sweat off his forehead with my lips as Jordan fucks me at just the right angle, pulling a cry from my lips.

“You feel so good,” I whisper against his temple as he paws at my breasts and brings a free hand to my clit. “Faster, J!”

“Yeah?” he smirks, pulling me off and turning me around. I lean forward, holding myself up on his spread knees as he pumps into me at a merciless pace.

The heat is making me dizzy and it’s somehow intensifying the pleasure. When he slows down, I pick up the pace myself, bobbing up and down on his thick cock.

Jordan circles my clit again with two fingers and hits a spot deep inside me and the pleasure that was slowly building erupts in a flurry of cries and curses as I spasm and clench around his cock.

I’m limp, fully satiated, and I can tell Jordan is getting close just by the way his breathing becomes more stuttered.

“I’m going to come. Where do you want me, baby?”

I don’t give him a reply, but I do find the will for my legs to move.

I pull myself off his cock and kneel down in front of the wooden bench, taking him in my mouth as deep as I can, and gripping the rest of him with both my hands.

Jordan rests his elbows on the bench above him and drops his head back.

I whimper at the fucking masterpiece in front of me and watch the veins in his neck pop as he tries to hold back his release.

I rake one hand down his stomach, digging my nails in, and force myself to take more of his cock until I’m deep-throating him. I’ve never done that before, but I can tell it’s the right move as Jordan grabs the back of my head, holding me there as he shudders and comes down my throat.

I choke and sputter, but swallow down every drop. When I look back up at him, Jordan is watching me in wide-eyed awe.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says.

I wink and grin back at him. “Right back at ya, hotshot.”