Haley Makes it to the Top
The road up to the ski resort was only two lanes wide, and for most of the time not a soul was in sight. It was just Haley, on her bicycle, pedaling up the steep, winding road.
Most of the time, the road was shaded on either side by trees, with the looming, brush-covered mountains giving way to the bone-dry desert sky above. But every hour or so, the road would run along a mountainside that overlooked a valley, and Haley could see the vastness below her. Every so often, she would look up, and each time there was less and less mountain above her.
Haley had come here to Santa Fe, New Mexico with her boyfriend Miles to see the sights and hike the trails. Then she had learned that Santa Fe had a ski resort, and she had made a bet with Miles. She had bet that she could get on her bike at their Santa Fe hotel, ride into the Rocky Mountains and ride all the way up to the resort on her own power. Miles had looked half-convinced. "You're one hell of a cyclist," he had said, "but all the way up there? I don't know about it..."
Then he'd made the bet. She would try to reach the resort, and if she failed, then tomorrow she would take him on a date, rather than him taking her on one. That meant that he would pick the time, he would pick the place and she would pick up the bill. That last part was more of a symbolic gesture than anything—they shared money all the time.
But Haley did not think about that. Instead, she thought about her prize. If she won, then Miles would be at her beck and call in bed. Within their agreed-on limits, he would do absolutely anything she told him to do. She would let her inner dominatrix run wild on him.
And already she was most of the way to the top. She pulled off the road and eased herself onto the tangle of twigs and grass that made up the forest floor. She stretched her legs and felt the muscles crackle with cathartic pain. She took water. Then she took out her phone and called Miles. As the phone rang, she took a deep breath to steady her lungs. She wanted to sound self-assured for this call, and it wouldn't do if he could hear her panting.
The call connected, not a sure thing in these mountains.
"Haley!" came Miles' voice, somehow calm and excited at the same time. "How's my amazon?"
"Oh hey, Miles," she said through a grin, "just taking five, and I wanted to give you an update on my progress."
"Oh brother..."
"Oh brother is right. I'm not there yet, but I'm three-quarters of the way up, and I'm not even halfway tired."
"Me and my big mouth," he said playfully.
"Just wanted to give you the heads-up. Start thinking about things you can do to make me happy when I get back. I'll see you soon, sugar!" She hung up without giving him a chance to get the last word in.
The last stretch of the ride had a surreal quality. This far up, she was so close to the peaks that the mountains did not loom over her. Nothing did, not even clouds. The ground was sparser, and instead of scattered snowbanks, she saw snow covering the hillsides, piled up where the snowplows had shoved it off the road. Meltwater ran down the shoulders of the road and darkened the pavement.
Then she rounded the corner and saw it. She was at the ski resort. With a tired, grateful little laugh, she got off her bike in the parking lot and plopped herself down at the side of the gate. Success! She wasn't surprised; she had ridden to Carbondale from Denver, done the whole Sparta-Elroy loop in one day and even biked all the way across Wyoming. She had known she could do this. But it felt immeasurably better to have it behind her than before her.
She spent a few dreamy minutes letting her victory sink in. Then she pulled out her phone. "Hey, Miles," she said, "I made it."
"You made it." He sounded hollow, almost flat. There was no emotion in his voice, probably because he had realized already that this was going to happen. "A bet's a bet. Looks like I need to take my clothes off."
"No, no, no, no," she said quickly, "don't strip. I'm gonna do that for you. This is what's going to happen..." She looked around. The parking lot was half-empty, and no one was within earshot, so she could give him all the saucy details. "First, you're going to shower, then you're going to put your clothes back on. Then you're going to cuff your hands behind your back, lie on the bed and wait for me."
"Uh, self-bondage? Kinda dangerous, girlfriend."
"It's okay, you'll have your phone. You'll be able to call for help if something happens. But something's not going to happen, because I'm going to show up. And when I do, here's what I'm going to do to you: First, I'm going to unbutton your shirt, open up your chest and just feel you all over." She paused, imagining it. "Then, when I'm used to it, I'm going to make you undo all my clothes... with your teeth."
"Should I be writing these down?" He joked, but Haley could hear the arousal in his voice.
"Do it if you want, but don't worry about it, because if you don't remember them all, I will. And that's not all I'm going to do to you. Because once I'm out of my clothes, that's when I'm really going to cut loose on you. That's when I'm going to pull you down the bed and straddle you and make you eat my pussy." She made an exaggerated moan. "I can practically feel your tongue already. I'm going to stay there until I'm all warmed up, and then I'm going to sit you up and kiss you. And while I'm kissing you, that's when I'm going to get your cock out." She paused again and gave a half-feigned evil laugh. "That's right, I'm going to use your cock plenty. You didn't think I'd forget that part, did you? I'm going to ride you harder than I rode my bike to get up here, and you're going to make me cum. Did you get all that?"
"Got the gist of it."
"Good. Oh, and one more thing."
He waited, and when she said nothing, he prompted her: "Well?"
"You need to make me cum a lot." She put a wet, heavy emphasis on that last word. "Because if you don't, then I'm not letting you out of those handcuffs until you do."
"I can outlast you any day."
"Still cocky, are you? We'll see about that." She kissed loudly at the phone. "Go take your shower, sweetie, because I'll be there soon!"
As soon as she got back on her bike and got rolling again, she realized that she would be there even sooner than she'd anticipated. The trip down was unimaginably fast. The cold air hadn't bothered her before, but with these airspeeds, the cold cut right through her layers, and her fingers ached in the chill. Every few seconds, she had to apply her brakes at the risk of reaching speeds that no bicycle could safely maintain, speeds that would not let her steer or slow down safely. Her biggest concern was that she would hit the I-beams on the side of road and go careening off into the open air. But that wouldn't happen. Miles wasn't getting off the hook that easily.
It felt like less than an hour going down, and most of that was taken up by the few uphill parts. And then she was back at the hotel room, sweating and wrung-out.
Miles had kept his promise. When she entered the room, the first thing she saw was his face, with his crisp, clean-shaven jaw and deep-set eyes. He looked looking down the length of his body at her, his arms cuffed neatly behind his back. His navy-blue button-down shirt held tightly to his big, flat chest. And he'd had the presence of mind to wear his good shorts, the ones that she'd always had the easiest time unbuttoning. How thoughtful of him!
"Wow," he said, "you're even more excited to do this than I thought."
She put her hands on the bed on each side of his head and loomed over him. "Oh, baby, you've got no idea." She pressed her hot, sweating lips to his, mashed him into his pillow with a kiss, and then sauntered off to the shower.
Her muscles were begging for some rest. Her stops on the way up, and her respite at the top, had bought her time, but now her arms and legs demanded sleep. 'No,' she told them. 'A little longer.' She could already feel the stirrings of new energy as she washed herself clean in the shower. All day, she had entertained sexual fantasies about Miles, and she was about to make them come true. She emerged back into the room, naked, steaming, powerful.
Miles looked at her. He didn't look bowled over—he'd seen her naked too many times for that—but the giddiness was plain on his face. And it was mixed with surprise. "Thought you wanted me to do that," he said. "Use my teeth, remember? Don't tell me you forgot."
"I changed my mind." She straddled him, putting her sex just above the buckle of his belt. "I might change my mind a few more times, you'll just have to wait and see."
She paused. He looked uncertainly up at her naked, sinewy body, as if he thought he was supposed to do something, but he did not ask.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "enjoy the view. Drink it in. Of course, you'll get a closer look as soon as you stop gawking. Are you ready?"
"Oh I'm i-"
"Never mind. I'm starting anyway." She put her chin down close to his chest and looked up into his eyes. As she did, her hands crawled onto his shoulders, over his nipples, up to the first button of his shirt. A little twisting and pulling, and it came free. Each button was easier than the last as more and more of him was laid bare for her. She licked him, and her warm tongue met warm skin.
She kept prowling over him with her tongue, her teeth and her hands. She got her teeth around his left nipple, pulled until it almost hurt but let go before she did too much. She rested her head on his chest to hear his heart racing. Again she felt the urge to stop, relax and just use him as her mattress for the night. But no, that would come in due time. She hadn't even gotten his pants off yet.
She sat up to do that, but then a new urge struck her. Her own body demanded attention. She put on a show for him by putting her hands on her shoulders and running them down her torso. She traced around her breasts, ran her trigger fingers over her nipples, and then wrapped her hands around her hips. She rocked back and forth a few times, letting her whole body bend and sway, and it charged her with pure sexual energy. This, she had always imagined, must have been how men felt when they stroked their cocks.
Her right hand crawled lower until it found her pussy. She grinned at Miles as she put her fingers in, feeling around her sex, pushing and rubbing in all the places she liked best. With her left hand, she grabbed up the flaps of his shirt and yanked him to a sitting position, his eyes level with her lips. She took her right hand out of her pussy, brought it to his mouth and slid it between his lips. He took her fingers in, and she could feel him sucking on her fingertips.
While he worked on her right hand, her left hand released his shirt and stroked her sex some more, and just when Miles had her right hand sucked clean, she switched them, pushed her left hand into his mouth, and he eased his eyes shut as he accepted her fingers inside him. His tongue passed gently over the pads of her fingers. The pulling massaged her nerves.
She barely realized she was stroking with her right hand again, and this time, it felt different. Her climax was close. She considered making him use his tongue but decided against it and applied herself more vigorously. She closed her eyes, hunched her back and gritted her teeth. Then she growled out her first orgasm, rocking her tired body.
She opened her eyes. There was Miles staring into her face, a little proud, a little relieved. "Shit, I didn't even do anything yet."
"Oh, you think sucking on my fingers is nothing? Good, I'll have to have you do more of that." She got up on all fours, backed up a little, and sat on his legs. "But for now..." She picked at his belt. "Now it's time for you to show me what you're got."
His cock didn't need any convincing. It stood up straight, the foreskin back, glistening, smelling like male sex. She took a condom from the right pocket of his shorts where she had told him to have it ready, expertly split open the packet and put it over his cock. When she was done, she kept her fingers around it, rolling it, pushing it, possessing it. Then she shifted forward until the side of his shaft pressed against her lips, brushed wetly over her button, and she went stiff with pleasure. Her back arched. She made a little closed-lipped moan. Then she found she couldn't wait any longer. She inched up and mounted him.
Miles deserved credit for one thing—he had a lot of energy. She bucked on top of him, and he pushed and flexed to the same rhythm. She watched the muscles in his abdomen clench and flex as he gave her the ride of her life. She put a palm on his body, a token show of control, but then she tilted her head back and lost herself in the pleasure and the power.
She had no idea how long it took her, but she went over the edge. She opened her eyes, found herself staring at the ceiling, and relaxed a little. She looked down at her man, at strong, sweating Miles, and the afterglow filled her. She rolled her palms on his pecs, taking in more of him, and finally the tiredness started to take over her. She sank down onto her elbows, then rested on his chest. With the rise and fall of his breathing to rock her to sleep, she knew she had only minutes to stay awake.
"I win," she said, with mock defiance. "You underestimated me."
"Ladies and gentlemen," he threw back, "Haley Jones shatters expectations again."
She gave a tired laugh as she undid his handcuffs. "I love you, Miles."
He sat up a little and kissed the top of her head. "I love you too." Then he flicked off the light.
And the winner and her prize fell into a warm, deep sleep.
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