Snowed Under (2 page)

“Half way, or there abouts.” Nell twisted her torso to bring the other breast to Ivy’s mouth, and Ivy was happy to oblige, sucking eagerly until she could hear Nell panting. “All right,” Nell gasped, “I’m warm.” She pulled on Ivy’s hair until she released the nipple and stood up straight. Nell clasped her hands behind Ivy’s neck. “I started this to warm
you
up. Are you warm?”

Ivy grinned. “Pretty warm.”

“I don’t know,” Nell said sceptically. “Let me feel your fingers.” She ran her hands down Ivy’s arms, making her shiver, and entwined their fingers. “Hmm.” Nell brought Ivy’s hand to her lips and kissed the knuckles. “Still quite chilly.” She licked Ivy’s finger, sucking it into the wet heat of her mouth then released it with a pop. “And what about here?” Nell bent to Ivy’s breast, darting her tongue out to touch the nipple and it tightened in response. “Pretty cold,” Nell said seriously. “I better do something about that.”

Ivy reached behind her to brace her hands on the table and watched as Nell closed her mouth on her breast. At the first suck, Ivy’s knees started to shake. She was grateful for the support of the solid table, and gripped it hard. Nell moved over her breast as she suckled, then took the nipple between her teeth, tugging gently back and forth. Ivy whimpered, the sensations coursing through her, her pussy throbbing in time.

Nell growled as she released her nipple. “I love your breasts.” She dived for the other one with enthusiasm, making Ivy moan.

“Why?” Ivy gasped.

“Why, what?” Nell’s voice was muffled.

“Why—” Ivy swallowed then continued, “Why do you love my breasts? They’re so…not like yours.”

Nell giggled. “That’s just it.” She licked up the underside of the breast, her eyes on Ivy’s. “Yours are so big, and they bounce.” Nell cupped them both and gave them a hearty jiggle for emphasis. “So much fun. Plus”—Nell closed her teeth over the nipple, and Ivy groaned—“You make the best noises when I bite them.” Ivy twisted, giving up her grip on the table to grab a fistful of Nell’s hair.

“See?” Nell said when she finally released Ivy’s breast, breathing nearly as hard as Ivy. “I love your breasts. And…” She ran her tongue over one sensitised nipple. “I think they’re finally warm. What do you think?”

Ivy felt like they were on fire, with the rest of her not far behind. “Warm, definitely.”

“Let’s make sure you’re not cold anywhere else. Make sure no other body parts need attention.” Nell dropped to her knees at Ivy’s feet. “How about here?” She licked the inside of Ivy’s knee. “Seems all right, what do you think?” Ivy nodded in agreement, and Nell tugged on her knee, lifting Ivy’s foot off the ground. Ivy struggled to readjust, balancing on one foot and leaning her bottom against the table top. Nell slid her mouth farther up Ivy’s inner thigh and licked again. “Feels warm enough here, too.” She moved again, higher. “Warm here too.” Nell tucked Ivy’s leg over her shoulder and ran her tongue along the very top of Ivy’s leg, her cheek brushing the thick curls at the juncture of her legs. “You stop me if I get somewhere that isn’t quite warmed yet, that needs more attention.” Nell’s voice was serious, but there was a twinkle in her eyes. “Let’s see.” She parted the curls and slid her tongue along Ivy’s slit.

Ivy trembled at the contact. “There,” she said, louder than she’d intended. “It’s still cold there.” Her breath caught and she grinned down at Nell.

“Really?” Nell licked into her again, slower this time, lingering. “Because it feels hot.” She moistened her lips and Ivy’s pussy clenched. “Hot and wet.”

Ivy swallowed. “No, it’s very cold down there, it’ll need a lot of attention to warm it up.”

“Is that so?” Nell leaned close. “Well, I’d better get busy then.” She buried her face between Ivy’s legs, her tongue hot and wet as she massaged Ivy’s cunt, and Ivy spread her legs as wide as she could to give her better access, braced against the table and Nell moved lower, finding Ivy’s entrance with her tongue, thrusting in and out, and Ivy matched her rhythm, grinding her hips against Nell’s face as Nell fucked her with her tongue. The edge of the table bit into Ivy’s hands, but she didn’t dare move them or she’d fall for sure, her legs trembling under the onslaught of sensation, each breath coming with a whimper.

“Oh, yes, Nell,” Ivy managed to say, “Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

Nell moved again, locking her lips over Ivy’s clit, sucking it into her mouth, squeezing it between her teeth. Ivy came with a yell torn raw from her throat, and Nell didn’t stop, sucking hard as wave after wave came over Ivy. Her hips bucked violently, her legs squeezing at Nell’s head, and still Nell sucked until Ivy collapsed to the floor, hips twitching and chest heaving.

Nell leaned over and kissed her, and Ivy could taste her own juices on her lips, on her tongue.

“Warm now?” Nell asked, pillowing her head on one of Ivy’s breasts.

“Oh yes,” Ivy said, watching Nell’s head move up and down with the heaving of her chest.

“Was good?”

“Oh yes,” Ivy said again. “I swear, it was never like this with my husband.”

“Of course it wasn’t.” Nell grinned. “What did he know about pleasing a woman?”

Ivy brought a shaky hand up to Nell’s breast. Nell’s head fell back and her eyes closed. “I haven’t forgotten about you, you know. But an old lady like me needs a few minutes to recover after pleasure like that.”

Nell’s eyes snapped open. “I wish you’d stop that ‘old lady’ nonsense.” Nell pinched Ivy’s nipple in emphasis and Ivy jerked. “Thirty-two is not old.” Nell lay on top of Ivy, crushing her breasts and holding her face in her hands. “Old ladies don’t have orgasms like you did, and they definitely don’t do the things that you are about to do to me.” Nell kissed her deeply, and Ivy wrapped her arms around her, then rolled to put Nell beneath her, straddling her.

Ivy kissed down Nell’s neck then ran her tongue along Nell’s collarbone, working her way down her chest. At her breasts, Ivy stopped, taking one hard bud into her mouth. Nell’s hands tightened on Ivy’s head, and Ivy slipped a hand between her legs, sliding it slowly down Nell’s body, leaving no doubt what she had in mind, enjoying the way Nell’s breath caught.

She tipped her head up to look at Nell, letting Nell’s breast pull out of her pursed lips. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” Ivy said, and Nell lifted her head to grin at her.

“Or what?” Nell raised an eyebrow, daring her.

Ivy closed her teeth over Nell’s nipple without hesitation, and Nell heaved beneath her with a screech that ended in a giggle. Ivy smoothed her tongue over the bite mark and shifted to hover over Nell’s other breast. She stuck out her tongue and touched the nipple with the very tip, her eyes on Nell’s. “Open your legs, baby, nice and wide.” She wiggled her fingers against the soft flesh of Nell’s thighs.

Nell’s dark eyes never left hers, as she squeezed her legs tighter on Ivy’s fingers and slowly said, “No.”

Ivy bit Nell’s nipple, harder this time, and kept it clamped firmly in her teeth as Nell squealed and bucked. She kept up the pressure until Nell’s thighs parted. “Good girl.” Ivy moved to straddle one of Nell’s legs, holding her in place. She slid her hand up to Nell’s pussy, finding it to be just as hot and wet as Ivy expected. Ivy traced a finger through the slick folds and Nell gasped and arched her hips towards Ivy’s hand. Ivy took the hint and slipped one finger deep inside her. Nell cried out and twisted as her inner muscles clenched Ivy’s finger.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Ivy circled her finger and pressed down on Nell’s clit with her thumb.

“More,” Nell panted. She bent her legs to plant her feet on the floor, grinding her thigh into Ivy’s cunt in the process. Ivy groaned at the pressure and pulled out of Nell’s pussy, only to shove two fingers in to the hilt.

Nell started the rhythm, thrusting against Ivy’s hand. “More,” she said on a moan, and Ivy moved her thumb, rubbing hard on Nell’s clit in time with her thrusts. Ivy ground against Nell’s thigh, unable to help herself as her own arousal built again. Nell was approaching breaking point, moaning with each movement and lifting her hips higher. Ivy pressed down on her clit and curled her fingers inside her.

“Come for me, baby,” Ivy said, having to raise her voice over Nell’s panting moans.

“Yes,” Nell started to tremble, tossing her head back and forth, her hands in fists, beating the floorboards.

Someone pounded on the door.

Chapter Two

“It’s the wind,” Nell said.

“I’m afraid not.” Ivy watched the door bow under the force of the knocking, only the heavy bar holding it in place. She pulled away from Nell and grabbed first for the .56 Sharps buffalo gun that hung over the fireplace, then for her coat to cover her nakedness. She shivered as she pulled it closed—it was still more wet than dry.

“You better shoot whoever that is, and then come back and finish what you started.”

Ivy looked down at Nell. Her chest heaved, her face was flushed, and her legs were still spread wide, the deep pink of her cunt on full display, wet and inviting. Looking at her made Ivy think maybe Nell had the right idea about their visitor, until she remembered the storm and decided she couldn’t, in good conscious, shoot someone who was simply trying to survive the worst weather they’d seen all winter.

“Maybe he’ll be a bad guy,” Ivy said hopefully. “Then I can shoot him. You’d better cover up, baby. You don’t want to tempt him, even if he is half frozen.”

The knocking settled into a steady rhythm, weakening a little, as though whoever was outside was giving up on an answer. He had to see the smoke from the stone chimney though, and the light filtering through the curtains. Maybe he was in serious need of help. Ivy waited at the door until Nell had slipped back into her dress and fastened a minimum number of buttons to be considered decent, then lifted the bar. A man blew in to collapse in a heap on the floor along with a significant amount of snow. Apparently it had been drifting up against the door, just waiting for it to be opened. Ivy backed off to get her bare feet out of the drift and pointed the Sharps in the direction of their uninvited visitor.

“Who are you?” Ivy asked.

The first thing that Dean saw was a pair of the finest legs he’d ever had the privilege to ogle. They were long and curvy, and best of all, they were bare all the way up.

The second thing he saw was the unwavering muzzle of a .56 Sharps, which diminished his enjoyment of the legs significantly.

“Who are you?” The owner of the legs asked again, her tone indicating that if he didn’t answer, it might be the Sharps that spoke next.

“Dean Rook.”

“And what are you doing here, Mr Rook?”

“I got lost in the storm, ma’am, sure am glad to find shelter.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was all that he planned to share with a stranger holding a gun on him.

She watched him, her eyes narrowed, but not so much that he couldn’t make out their clear blue colour. “You look half frozen. Come in and close the door, but leave your guns outside.” She backed off to give him some space, and he watched the legs walk away for a second before he struggled to his feet. Dean didn’t think the she would take too kindly to his ogling. He shucked his pistol with numb fingers and dropped it out in the snow reluctantly, but he figured there was no one else on this mountain to come steal it, and besides, with the way the snow was falling, it’d be well hidden in no time at all.

Closing the door was a bit trickier, as the drift that had blown up against it had fallen in with Dean. He kicked the worst of it out of the way and leaned his weight into it to get it to latch. The door rattled with the wind, and he slid the bar into place to hold it. No wonder it hadn’t opened beneath his shoulder—with that bar, no one was getting in unless they were invited.

He sat on the wooden floor, heedless of the snow that still covered the floorboards. It had been a very long, cold walk up the mountain. He flexed his fingers experimentally. They were stiff, still numb. He peered at the fingertips and found at least three had the raised, white welts of frostbite. That was probably going to hurt when it thawed out.

“You better get close to the fire.”

Dean jumped as a second voice addressed him, and he shoved the hair out of his eyes to look around the room. She stood near the fire in a blue dress that seemed to be missing a couple of buttons. He could see a patch of creamy skin on her belly and he tried not to stare. “Thanks,” he muttered. He leaned on the wall to lever himself to his feet then shuffled to the fireside, and the second girl slid a chair close to the flames for him.

Dean collapsed into the chair and held his frozen hands close to the flames. “I sure do appreciate you ladies opening the door for me. I couldn’t have gone any farther, think I’d have cashed in if I hadn’t stumbled upon your cabin here.”

He heard the rifle being set down in the corner, and the scrape of the barrel as it settled against the wall, but he didn’t turn to look. It was just too much effort. He’d just have to trust that these two women wouldn’t murder him in his sleep, because that’s what he was planning on doing next. Sleeping.

“Nell, you help him get out of his wet things, he’ll warm up quicker that way. I’ll get the soup made.”

There was a pause, and Dean had the feeling that a silent discussion was going on over his head. There was probably a lot going on here that he didn’t understand—for instance, what were these two women doing out here, all on their own?—but he didn’t have the energy to worry about it now.

Soup did sound good though. His stomach rumbled at the thought, and he wondered without any real direction how long it had been since he’d eaten. He didn’t know
—
certainly before he’d started running, and in this storm, he had no idea how long he’d been travelling, no concept of time as he’d just tried to put one foot in front of the other, to survive long enough to get someplace warm.

And he’d made it. He took a deep breath of warm air, and it smelt like wood smoke, hot soup and sex.

That couldn’t be right. He breathed in again, trying not to be obvious about it, but the women were still furiously discussing something without making any noise at all. He wasn’t mistaken though, it definitely smelt like sex.