"I heard of an athlete who broke his neck skiing on vacation," Hazz said in a morbid tone.“ Oh, Hazz! Don't keep tinging my walk. If you don't want to go, you can let me know.”"No, I will, but I don't want to break my neck," he said, massaging that part of the body, still with concern on his face. "You look like you're trying to kill me. Whether for too much sex or in something dangerous.”"Oh, damn it," I grumbled, getting up and sitting on his lap. "I was discovered!”Laughing, Hazz kissed my neck, gently sliding his nose into my warm skin. He kept drinking coffee, as I took one of the bags and started to pack everything we would need.Hazz began to get excited as he watched me put everything in the bag according to the list of materials. There was food, cereal bars. Sunscreen. Lip protector. Ski wax. Our clothes were already waiting in bed, but I put extra gloves and caps inside the backpack. You never knew when you could catch a blizzard, and I didn't want to go back to the hote
Hazz shrugged, without denying or confirming anything. He stood up and gave me his hand to do the same. When I was very young and had never frequented snowy places, I always thought it should be a lot of fun to make snow angels or just leave me there and watch time go by. But that was impossible. Not even the sudden notion of how close Hazz was to my body gave me any desire to have sex in that cold, let alone lie down and stay there.But I noticed that there was a peculiar glow in his eyes, and I told the instructor that we would go down to some restaurant. The man seemed relieved, aware that he would no longer have to deal with us, and that perhaps a bunch of children without experience were better than Hazz.Still laughing, my travel companion and I managed to get to the village of the station, reaching the restaurants after a good walk followed closely by the security guard and the driver. I was generous, I gave money so they could have fun too, and the men silently agreed that the
We made sure not to produce sounds of crackles, no matter how intense the kiss had become, no matter how much the desire made us want to shake those mountains. The passionate kiss went to unbridled in seconds. The change was so fast, so tenuous, that I was out of breath, ecstatic. One of his hands squeezed on the back of my neck, holding me in the way he thought it was easier to kiss, while the other slid to my ass, raising my leg.The tongue explored the inside of my mouth, aware of what I could do, of what I knew, and I totally appreciated the moment, leaving myself light in his arms. The hand he kept on my legs rose to my back, as he pressed me on his chest again, so that I felt that, even with the cold, his cock was still growing between us, he was still preparing for the hot reward that awaited him.I gasped in his mouth, crazy by the premeditated sensation of that carnal contact. Hazz lowered the straps of my bra, exposing my breasts, and his nipples bristled by the cold, but th
Jessy and I were almost going up the stairs of the lobby, driving to the elevator, when a voice called her and we stopped. Jessy was inert, but I turned to see a full-bodied and older woman, who climbed the steps two by two. Before she needed to talk, I already knew it was your mother. The woman watched me, then looked at my fingers intertwined in her daughter's hand and frowned so deeply that her face even seemed less jovial. She waited until her daughter turned around, and Jessy trembled against my hand."Hi, mom," she said, smiling. It was such a false smile that the woman just rolled her eyes, so she crossed her arms. It was very clear to me that Jones women should have a secret way of talking through looks, because they stared at each other in silence for long seconds, so Jessy poked me with the fingers of her sweaty hand. "This is Hazz. Hazz, this is my mother, Jocelyn.”" Pleasure" I said in a friendly tone. The woman undid the expression of indignation towards her daughter and
"Mom, this is starting to get pretty strange," said Jessy, indicating the hotel around us, full of people walking back and forth, and the three of us arguing. "I really wasn't honest in saying all the places I was going, but I didn't get into trouble. My security guards accompanied me all the time. Some of them stayed here, for Hazz. We are not unprotected at any time. You don't have to worry. I'm being honest right now.”"Jessy, it's not a matter of honesty. You were almost kidnapped. We are trying to save the skin of everyone we love. And we don't want any blood on our hands. If you disappear, it worries me. I had to send your sister to come here to find out if she was alive, because you didn't respond to my messages.”And, once again, I remembered moments when Jessy lied. During lunch after sex at the ski resort, she didn't drop her cell phone. The night before, she didn't drop her cell phone. And I kept thinking. It wasn't fair to be jealous; we had nothing. But it wasn't nice to f
I was a first-rate liar.First, I convinced Hazz not to say anything in the presence of my mother about the dinner I had attended without him. Then I convinced my mother that she was keeping me only at the hotel all the time with Hazz.Neither of them realized that I had my own reasons for that. My mother didn't agree with that facade relationship I had with Nicolas, and Hazz would probably resent the lie by understanding that he would never be enough to be with me. It was true.No matter how bad it was to say it out loud. Hazz and I could not be together, until he accepted that life as his own, until he stopped being just a man who keeps two dull jobs and with a golden opportunity in his hands. The worst part is that my goal to take you on that trip was for protection.So that he would not be vulnerable in Brazil, with our enemies, at least until my family found out what was happening. But something else grew in those days of travel and maddening sex. Something has changed. And I sho
"And are you really a photographer? " asked Jackie, frowning at Hazz. She supported the fork on the plate, while evaluating it as far as her eyes allowed. "I really need some professional photos for my partner's new catalog. Would you accept the job?"I'm not a photographer, I'm an assistant," explained Hazz who, to his merit, did not blush. I watched him, hoping that he would give me any sign that I was no longer comfortable with my sisters and that we could leave before things got complicated. We had something important to do that night, just the two of us, and I wouldn't want to know that my sisters listened to everything from their rooms. Hazz watched me back, as if he had listened to my thoughts, and I innocently drank from my glass. " But I took some pictures of Jessy, because my superior had had an accident. I mean, he said he suffered, but it was a lie.”" But if you have a good camera in hand, will you know what to do with it? " asked Janine, arching her eyebrows. Hazz nodded
When Jessy put herself on my body in that desperate kiss, I wrapped my fingers through that mass of long, brown strands of her hair, which stuck to my skin like a soft curtain, increasing the heat it purged inside me. I lifted Jessy without any difficulty, small and tailor-made for my strong arms, slipping to lean on my body. The look of pure naughtiness on his rest, weighing even more when rubbing on my extremely erect cock.When she stood up, well leaning against me, with half-open lips, captivated by my desires, she let out a little moan and I spoke hoarsely:"I don't want anything like we did before.”"Are we going to fuck on the ceiling?”I laughed. In fact, there was little we hadn't done yet. And accessing the only area of Jessy's body that we have not yet explored was still a subject to be discussed previously. So I shook my head lightly, still touching her body as I lay her on the bed. Jessy watched me with curiosity."Let's make love.”"Hm..." she murmured, making a face.I k