Rebound Love

Vacation Retreat

Oakley

I really thought what we were doing was more than hooking up. Apart from what our friends expected, we don’t do hook-ups. It was not in our system.

After days of talking and having several of the hottest s*x in my life, we were finally leaving for our planned week-long hook-up. I was giddy about it and so was he. We’ve been giggling about it and making plans, he even ordered condoms and lube in bulk online.

“Oakley, where did you go just now?” My boss, Emory, pulled me out of my daydreaming when he told me that the clients had arrived and he needed me to pay attention to him.

I had to give it to him that Emory was at least sticking to his part of the deal. The man didn’t pull me out of our big client listings. Maybe it was the guilt, but my brain told me that my skill played a big part as he trusted me to stay professional and do my job.

“Oakley, before you leave on your vacation, can you finish up on the rooming list for the VIP guests?” He asked one hour after our meeting and handed me the file for our big corporate project that the company handles every now and then. This kind of project usually comes in as favors for our clients. Emory always said corporate clients didn’t make our revenues and they don’t pay in advance.

Those were the things that I needed to learn. This was why I was staying. No matter how much I wanted to leave I needed to learn from the best. And right now, Emory’s company was it.

“Yes, of course, I’ll send for your confirmation once it’s done,” I said cheerfully and the man tilted his head and really looked at me.

“So, you’re bringing on a date to your vacation thing?” Of course, the man knew about my vacation time. He approved my schedule and worked around the meetings in my absence.

“Emory, we’re done.” I reminded him, giving him my stern face.

“I know, baby, but I...”

“You cheated on me and you lied,” I stated the obvious and the man actually looked like he was sorry. But I just shook my head and told him that I really needed to work on the list before I clocked out.

When he finally shut up, I continued to type and that was the last I saw of him. My smile grew wider as I clicked send after I finished the task. It took me a few giddy seconds to turn off my laptop and walk out of the office. I was so ready to start my vacation week.

One week of Archer, damn...never in my wildest dream.

*****

“Hey,” I said when I spotted him in the lobby of the ski resort. The man looked tall and gorgeous even when he was layered in warmer clothes. I feel like I was back to being the eighteen-year-old Oakley who was drooling over the captain of the football team.

“Hey yourself,” he rested his hand on my waist before stepping closer to whisper in my ear. “I can’t wait to get your sexy ass into our private hot tub.”

I laughed nervously, just because I couldn’t wait to start our week-long f**k fest. Damn...my c**k started tightening my jeans and Archer smirked at me. The man obviously knew the effect he had on me.

Archer checked us in with the booking confirmation I sent him yesterday, then we were escorted to our private cabin. The hot tub was calling our name as soon as the guy left but not before he not so subtly offered his service for overnight ski lessons.

What the f**k?

“Okay, I heard about chalet hosts in ski resorts. But damn...that man works hard and we’re not even in Europe.”

“I’ve had friends who actually made good money on being ski instructors in the French Alps. He said that the ski instructors were at the top of the hierarchy, then there were ski patrollers, and band performers at the resort, and lastly, non-skiers were at the bottom of the pecking order. You won’t believe how much money multi-millionaires spend for someone just to pour their drinks.” Archer explained as he poured each of us a glass of wine that greeted us on the kitchen island.

I took mine and slowly sipped as I watched how his eyes connected with mine. When I put my glass back on the island and stepped into his space, he put his glass down after finishing off his drink. Archer’s hand was on my waist and his other hand cupped my neck before his lips descended on mine.

“Goddamn, Oakley, I’ve missed you so f*****g much.” He whispered, grabbing me close, taking over our kiss when I whimpered in his arms.

“Archer, please,” my voice was shaky because I lusted for him. I managed to get my wallet out for condoms and lubes. Yes. I was taking multiple packets, that was how certain I was about how he was going to ravish me the second we stepped into our cabin.

Archer grunted and he pushed my back to the kitchen counter. He unzipped my jacket and took off my Henley before he unbuckled my belt and freed me off my jeans. I was in my red boxers briefs within seconds, the appreciation in his eyes gave goosebumps all over my body. Archer kissed me before he lifted me to the counter and stepped between my parted thighs.

It didn’t take long before he was in his white briefs and I was drooling over his perfect ass and muscled back. I was sure my knees would be weak if I wasn’t sitting or Archer didn’t have his large hands on my back.

“I thought we were going to try the tub?” I asked, feeling needy for the full skin-to-skin contact sooner rather than later.

“Mhmm...in a minute, I just need to suck you off and get your first orgasm out of the way.”

When he untucked my c**k and licked my slit, I didn’t stand a chance. I cried out his name, begging for more until he took all of my length down his throat.

“Oh god... you gotta, I don’t want...I don’t want to come so soon.” But then he looked at me with his wicked eyes, I realized that what I wanted was going in the back burner cause the man between my legs didn’t give a s**t about what I wanted.

He was licking and sucking with more vigor until I was shooting down his throat. My body was limp when he manhandled me and bent me over the counter. He swiftly made use of my supplies and prepped me before he pushed his sheathed length. I was a mumbling mess, still coming down from my high when he worked me up for another orgasm.

“Take me...nghh... f**k me,”

Archer groaned and possessively held on to my body while he sucked between my shoulder blades.

“Like that...own me,” I shuddered in his arms, as he kept on giving me his yesses.

My knee was lifted to my chest, then he pushed himself deeper and I swear I see stars behind my lids. “I’m going to f*****g come again,” I mewled helplessly. Suddenly, my body was not mine to command. He was holding me and pressing me flat against my body. He was using me to his needs and I have no problem with that. My second climax hit out of the blue and he followed a few thrusts later. Archer flipped my limp body to face him and kissed my lips lazily after he shucked off the condom to the nearest bin.

“Now, we will try that tub,” he said softly by my ear while his hands were reaching out for the wine bottle and glasses.

When he helped me down, he waited until my feet were steady on the floor before he let me go. Our heated body cooled instantly when we reached the den area. Archer helped me into the already prepared hot tub and I moved to snuggle close to him. It didn’t take long before I started a make-out session where I ended up on his lap.

Yes. Our make-out sessions were as intense as our f*****g. I’ve never been so into kissing someone as much as I need to taste the big man between my legs. Archer’s large hands on my back made me feel safe and wanted. Everything about what we were doing screamed relationships, and I was sure that he felt the same way.

I was just glad that he was not stating the truth. I truly didn’t want to end whatever the f**k was going us between us. Cause from the way he holds me and kisses me, I know what we have was more than a casual hook-up.