“Babe? Baby, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” Toby whispered. I took that as my cue to straddle him. I had to go slow easing his dick into me because he had a good amount of size. As soon as I was accustomed though, there was no stopping me. I ground my hips against him, modulating my movements based on his reactions.
Eventually, he got sick of me and wrestled me to the ground, pounding into me until both of us came. He pulled out again which I was grateful for since I hadn’t told him that he had to. I had had to go on birth control with Paul since he didn’t like condoms or care if he got me pregnant. A baby with him would have ruined my life. Toby got up and came back with kitchen towel to clean up his cum.
I felt like I had run a marathon by the time we were done. On the ground, sweaty and panting, he wrapped his arms around me. I wasn’t too tired to move, but I didn’t do it. I liked being like this, even though I knew it was a bad idea. If it was a bad idea though, why did it feel so good? Why had any of this even happened?
We couldn’t stay away from each other and the reason had to be bigger than the two of us being too horny to function, even though I did get that way around him.
I was letting my thoughts get away from me, but I didn’t do anything to stop them. What were the chances that he had the same thought that I had coming out here before we were scheduled to be here? I wasn’t the kind to talk about fate or destiny, but the situation between us felt like way more than just a coincidence.
We had had the exact same idea.
I hadn’t taken it well in the beginning, but was finally happy that this had happened. The situation was still less than ideal, but we weren’t at each other’s necks anymore. I wished that it had been like this from the start. No weird distance and awkwardness because we didn’t know what we were to each other. We had literally been given a private bubble to do with each other whatever we wanted, and we had already wasted so much time. That of course meant that we had to make up for it.
I felt him lazily kiss my temple and adjust himself next to me. The night we had sex when Missy got her proposal, I didn’t stay the night. We went several rounds and he told me I didn’t have to leave if I didn’t want to, but I did want to. I felt like I was done. I had gotten everything I wanted from him and he paid for my ride home so it felt like a success.
That should have been the last of it but he stayed with me. I started longing for him and feeling lonely after the intense connection we had shared. I didn’t know I’d end up falling this deep but was it really that much of a mystery?
That was it, it was too late. I was done. I couldn’t fight it anymore. It must’ve happened a lot sooner but I had just lied to myself. I had fallen for him. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I knew the risks and part of me was already regretting it, but I was done.
How could I have resisted? He was perfect. How many young, hot, accomplished, smart, funny billionaires were there who also happened to be interested in me? Stuff like this didn’t just happen. He was everything I wanted in a man, except the tiny little fact that he didn’t do relationships.
I couldn’t say anything to him. He would shoot it down immediately because it wouldn’t be what he wanted. I wished that I was the kind of person who could divorce sex from emotion but I wasn’t. I was playing with fire by letting him get this close to me but fuck it. I didn’t know when I would be able to feel like this again, so I was going to enjoy it. We fell asleep cuddled up next to the fireplace.
I woke up first the next morning. I felt stiff and a little sore but that was for two very different reasons. The first one was riding Toby like a rodeo bull, and the second one was falling asleep on the floor. After stretching, I walked over to the sliding doors to look out at the situation outside. I had to squint my eyes because the sun was shining and it was reflecting brightly off of the snow.
Opening the door, I tiptoed out into the cold. The snow had stopped. The sun was shining and I could see little melting droplets off of the snow-covered branches of the trees. It was over. The blizzard was over. I scuttled back inside because the air was still cold, but the snowfall had stopped and the weather was completely clear.
Conflicting feelings fought for dominance in my mind. We were finally getting out of here. I was going to Vail to check-in to the beautiful luxury resort with my own personal hot tub in my suite. The promise of a luxury vacation was the whole reason why I was excited to come to Colorado in the first place. On the other hand, we wouldn’t have any reason to stay here anymore. Sooner or later, most likely today, we were going to be out of here.
Just twenty-four hours ago, that had been everything that I wanted. I had been losing my mind wondering how I was going to su
rvive being here stranded with Toby for so long. Now, I wanted more time. Things with us had taken a complete turn. I didn’t want to call it progress since we weren’t exactly on a mission towards anything. Instead, I felt like I was finally at peace with my feelings about him. While I had no plans to necessarily tell him, I had been looking forward to more nights like the one we had just had.
What was that feeling where you had to feel bad about missing things that hadn’t had a chance to happen yet? This cabin had ended up becoming a sanctuary for us, well, for me to explore my feelings for Toby. I wasn’t done yet, but the adventure was already over.
What happened now? Missy didn’t know about us and I didn’t know what Toby might have told Easton, but because it was a professional setting we were heading to, canoodling was out of the question. Who said Toby would even be interested in carrying on whatever this had been when we returned to real life?
Wasn’t that what I told him last time? One night was all I wanted and then it was over. Maybe this time I was getting it. A couple of days stuck in the snow was all I was getting and then it was back to regularly scheduled programming. How foolish to think anything more was in store for us.
I felt my mind filling was dark thoughts. I never should have gotten my hopes up because it was no use. Toby was perfect in every way except the way I wanted him to be. That wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t his fault either, but because of that, this would never work. It was over. Now, once again, it was my job to pick up the pieces. Alone.
15
Toby
I felt her moving, then she was gone. I opened my eyes expecting to see her. I thought I’d see her lush, beautiful naked body standing there, silhouetted in the light coming in from the windows. The room was empty. I rubbed my eyes and got up. Where the hell was she?
I was slow getting up after sleeping on the floor. Bad idea. Couldn’t we have at least moved it to the couch or something? What the hell. I shouldn’t have been complaining so much since the night had been great, but I could have done without the stiffness. I got my clothes on and looked for her, checking the bathroom. Not there either. Huh. I looked around for my phone, wondering where I left it. Stretching, I looked out the window.
It wasn’t snowing anymore.
I went up to the window and looked outside. The sun was out, and nothing was coming down. It almost looked pleasant. That could only mean one thing. We were in the clear, we were going to be leaving soon.
That should have made me feel better than it did. I expected to be thrilled, ecstatic that we were finally on our way out, but I wasn’t. I wanted this so bad and now that it was happening, I was kind of lukewarm about finally getting the trip back on track.
This little detour had been more fun than I expected.
I checked my phone for messages.