Page 21 of Mountain Man

I stared at Hank, huge body held unnaturally still, eyes filled with so much longing it tore me to shreds just looking at him. He looked so wild and untamed. A giant sitting there waiting for what I’d do next. His skin was golden despite it being winter. His chest hair was thicker over his pecs, a dusting over his abs. He was sitting with his solid thighs spread, his heavy balls and achingly hard cock on full display.

He was a sight I would never—could never—forget.

Knowing that he wanted me that much, that he would do anything I asked in that moment, was empowering. Made me feel beautiful. The last guy I’d dated had shaken my confidence terribly with his backhanded compliments and at times outright negative remarks. I’d always liked my body, my curves, but in the short time I’d gone out with the jerk, he’d managed to inflict damage. He’d made me feel differently about myself. Hank was helping me get that back, and all he had to do was look at me.

I slid my fingers around the base of his hard cock and gave it a squeeze.

He groaned and thrust up into my fist. “Birdie,” he said, voice more growl than anything else.

“You ready, Hank?” Just looking at him like this had my thighs slick and my clit desperate for attention.

“Yes,” he gritted out.

I dragged my hand up his length, my mouth watering as I leaned in and dragged my tongue across the head, lapping the pre-come from the tip. Hank bucked and barked out a rough sound.

I slid my hand down, then back to the tip, and looked up at him. “You taste so good, Hank.”

His hands rested on his thighs and his fingers curled into fists.

On the next downward stroke, I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked nice and hard. The chair legs thumped against the floor from the way his body jolted. I couldn’t take all of him into my mouth, so I continued to stroke and squeeze and twist the base as I sucked him as deep as I could manage. My other hand was resting on his thigh and I grabbed for his, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and bringing his hand to the back of my head.

His fingers threaded through my hair instantly.

“Birdie…” he groaned. “Christ, sweetheart…” His hips lifted a little, forcing himself deeper. “I’m sorry…”

I took him deep again, without him thrusting up this time, to show him I was okay, that whatever he did was okay.

The broken gasp that filled the cabin when I cupped his balls and lightly squeezed was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life.

“Sweetheart…oh God, your mouth…I’ve never…” He groaned again like he was in pain, like the pleasure was too much. “Christ, Birdie.”

I sucked him harder, faster. He throbbed in my mouth, and actually seemed to grow thicker. I swallowed down more of his salty pre-come and I knew he was just about there.

His thighs bunched on either side of me. “Feels so good, I can’t stop it…I’m gonna come…I’m…”

He tried to pull away, but I sucked harder, letting him know what I wanted.

His fingers immediately tightened in my hair, fisted, and his hips jerked forward. My eyes started watering, but I took it, giving him what he needed, swallowing rapidly when he shot down my throat.

He grunted, a sound that morphed into a long growl, before he moaned my name over and over again, chanting it like he couldn’t stop. I kept sucking and licking him while he shook beneath me, until he fell back into the seat, spent.

I released him with a pop and looked up at him, letting the happiness I felt over being the one that gave that to him show on my face.

He cupped my cheek, his thumb sliding across my puffy, tingling lips. “Jesus, Birdie, I…” He shook his head. “That was incredible.”

I stood, and he grabbed my hand.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

I drew in a shaky breath. “Yes.”

He tugged me closer, then gripped the sides of my pants and tugged them and my underwear down my legs. I opened my mouth to say he didn’t need to return the favor, but the words turned to a startled squeal when Hank threw me over his spread knees. My bare ass was in the air and I gasped when his hand slid between my thighs.

His fingers slid back and forth between my drenched pussy lips, and with a grunt of approval, he pushed one inside me, nice and deep. I bit down on the thigh supporting my head and thrust back into his hand. “Is this one of your fantasies?” I gasped against his thigh.

He dragged the finger out then shoved it back in, adding a second. “Yes,” he growled.

My scream was muffled by his muscled thigh. I spread wider for him, welcoming his thrusting fingers.