**Snowed In with Courtney**

We’d been holed up in her family’s cabin for two days, the snowstorm outside turning the world into a silent, white prison. Courtney and I had known each other for years—friends with *very* obvious tension—but we’d never crossed that line. Not until last night, when a drunken game of truth or dare ended with her straddling my lap, her warm breath against my ear as she whispered, *“I’ve always wanted to taste you.”*

Now, in the dim glow of the fireplace, she kneeled between my legs, her fingers tracing slow circles along the bulge in my sweatpants. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them, those dark eyes locked onto mine as she pulled my waistband down. My cock sprang free, already half-hard just from the way she was looking at it—like it was a fucking treasure.

“God, I *love* how big you are,” she murmured, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. Heat flooded through me as she leaned in, her breath hot against the tip before her lips finally closed around it.

I groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as she took me deeper, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of my cock. She sucked hard, making my hips buck instinctively, but she held me down, her free hand gripping my thigh while she worked her mouth over me. Every drag of her lips, every flick of her tongue—she was *worshipping* me, and I could feel it in the way she moaned around my dick, like she was getting off just from sucking me.

“Fuck, Courtney—” My voice was rough, barely controlled. She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue over the head, her eyes fluttering shut as if she was savoring me. “You like sucking my cock that much?”

“Mmm,” she hummed, nodding as she slid her lips back down, taking me to the back of her throat. Her nose pressed into my pelvis, and I could *feel* her swallowing around me, the tight, wet heat making my balls tighten. She pulled off with a wet pop, panting, her lips slick and swollen.

“Yes,” she gasped, stroking me hard. “I *love* it. Love how thick you are, how you taste—” She dove back down, swallowing me whole this time, her throat opening up around my cock in a way that made my vision blur.

My grip tightened in her hair, guiding her faster, deeper. She took it all, her nails digging into my thighs as she gagged just slightly—but she didn’t stop. She *wanted* it. Wanted me to use her mouth.

“Gonna fucking cum,” I warned, my voice raw.

Courtney moaned, her fingers stroking my balls, urging me on. When I came, she took every drop, swallowing as my cock pulsed against her tongue. Only when I was completely spent did she pull back, licking her lips, her pupils blown wide with lust.

“Again,” she whispered, already crawling onto my lap, grinding her soaked panties against me. And who was I to say no?