Mountain Man's Stranded Virgin

by Kelsey King

  Holy shit. I internally panic for a moment but am quickly distracted as he bends down to kiss me and plays with me a little more.

  “You’re so fucking wet.” He breathes heavily against my lips. “I want you so bad, Taylor. Say you want me too.”

  My stomach drops with his words and sends another shock wave right to my core. I grab him for another kiss and try to express just how much I want him. I’ve currently lost the ability to speak and am hoping I can at least let him know this way that I want him just as badly as he wants me.

  He breaks the kiss and trails smaller kisses down my neck. He sits up briefly to grab the condom and rips the package open. I watch his muscles move and flex as he rolls it on and I start to shake with anticipation. When he’s ready, he rubs my leg slightly, seeing that I'm shaking.

  “You okay, princess? Still want to do this?” he asks so sweetly, but I love when he’s rough and demanding with me.

  “Yes. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” I try to reassure him.

  Maddox positions himself between my legs and helps guide his hard cock into my opening. When he’s adjusted, he rests each arm on the side of my head and looks down at me, making sure I'm okay. Without saying a word, I let him know I'm ready with a look. He kisses me lightly as he slowly thrusts into me a little deeper. I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my fingers into his back when I feel the pain, breaking the kiss to find my breath.

  “A little further, Taylor. You okay?”

  I shake my head and brace myself for the rest. He thrusts into me all the way and stays there a moment to let me get used to the feeling. He waits for a signal from me before he continues.

  I move my hips a little to encourage him to keep going. After a few slow thrusts, the pain fades and is replaced with pleasure. When he realizes I'm ready, he lifts himself off of me and goes deeper. I'm so overwhelmed with the feeling, I don't even know what to think. I get lost in the sensation of him moving inside me. Before too long, I can no longer keep up with his pace and wrap my legs around him to hold on for the ride. I can't help but to moan and cry out the faster and harder he goes. Maddox grunts and moans which turns me on even more.

  “Fuck, princess. You’re so goddamn tight. I’m not going to last too much longer in your sweet cunt.” The low tone of his voice tells me everything I need to know. I love that my body is pleasuring him the same way he is for me. It’s nothing like I imagined—it’s better.

  “Oh God, Maddox. I’m close. Please, don’t stop,” I beg between ragged breaths.

  As soon as I say the words, Maddox buries his face in my neck and starts to thrust even faster.

  “Shit, Taylor. You feel so good. I’m going to come too.”

  “Maddox!” I cry over and over again.

  I feel the orgasm build as soon as he moans and when I tighten around him, he begin to convulse as well. We’re both moaning and breathing loudly as we explode together, holding one another as tightly as possible. I'm so light headed I just rest under Maddox as he slowly comes down and feathers my face with light kisses. A mantra has started in my head that I’ve a feeling won’t end anytime soon.

  This. Is. Heaven.

  We’re a hot, sweaty, tangled mess and I love every second of it. When his breathing regulates, he rests himself on his elbows and looks down at me.

  “You okay?”

  “Mm hmm.”

  “Promise me.”

  “I promise you, I'm perfect,” I say with the widest smile. Maddox leans down once more and kisses me before slowly pulling out.

  I watch as he walks into the bathroom. His tight ass has me swallowing hard. The view alone has me feeling tingly all over again.

  When he comes back to the bed, Maddox stops short for a moment. He quickly regroups and smiles down at me.

  “How about a quick shower?”

  “Okay, but I'm not sure I can walk.” I chuckle.

  Maddox laughs at me and bends down to pick me up. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me into the bathroom. He places me on my feet and turns on the water. When he feels like it's the right temperature, Maddox holds out a hand to help me step into the stream.

  "Rinse off, and I'll grab you a towel and shirt."

  “Okay.”

  I let the water fall over me, still trying to come down from my euphoric ecstasy. Is it always like this? It must be, people have sex all the time. This is why. Now, I don’t know what I was so scared of. I can easily do that day after day, especially with Maddox. He was so gentle and perfect. I can still feel him all over me as the water kisses my skin.

  When I know I can't stay in the shower any longer, I turn off the water and peek around the curtain. Maddox left a towel and T-shirt on the counter for me but is nowhere to be seen. He must be giving me some space. Smart man. I dry myself off, and that's when I realize I’ll be wearing his shirt and only a shirt. I pull it over my head and brush my hair. I decide to leave it down and let it air dry for now. After I hang the towel on the rack, I take one last look in the mirror then head back out into the bedroom. Maddox is just finishing putting the comforter back on the bed, and I study his beautiful body. He looks up and catches me taking him in.

  “So are you hungry? Do you want breakfast? Coffee?”

  “Honestly, I'm spent. Do you think we could just lay down for a little while?”

  "I was hoping you’d say that." He looks thoroughly relieve—another new emotion of Maddox. I like all the sides of my big mountain man. A lot more interesting than the broody, asshole side that I saw when we first met in the store.

  We both climb into the huge bed and settle in the center of it. The fire is still going strong and sets the mood perfectly. As we burrow under the covers, Maddox opens his arm to let me lay on his chest. My new comfy spot, being as close to him as possible with his heartbeat lulling me to sleep. It doesn't take long at all before I hear him snore just a little before dipping into my sweet dreams.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Maddox

  The snow is falling, and it's starting to get dark out. Everywhere I look, I can't find her. I don't even know why I agreed to take a walk in this shit in the first place. Now, we’re separated, and the snow is coming down harder. I keep calling out her name, but there’s no answer. Panic is setting in, and I don't know what to do. There’s no way she can last too much longer out here. We didn't dress for a hike in extreme conditions. We only threw on some warm clothes and boots to enjoy the snow before the storm rolled in. I let the panic take over and call out her name over and over, praying she’ll respond and we can go home.

  “Taylor! Taylor! Taylooooooooor!”

  “Maddox! Maddox, wake up!”

  I sit straight up, still in a panic from my dream. I feel a small hand on my arm and look over to see Taylor looking at me with concern. Reeling with happiness that she's in front of me, I grab her and bring her into a bear hug. She hugs me back for a moment but then starts to struggle a little to be let go. Reluctantly, I let her sit back, but I make sure to keep her hand in mine, not allowing her to get away.

  “You okay? You were screaming my name.”

  “Yeah, princess. I’m fine.” I gently caress her cheek to get her to relax a little, but I can see that she won’t be letting this go. “Really, I’m fine.”

  "I don't believe you. I won't push you to talk, but I hope you do. This is the second time I’ve had to wake you from a nightmare."

  “I’m not sure you can call it a nightmare…”

  “Maddox, you were screaming my name. You’re covered in sweat and almost decked me the other time I tried to wake you. You were screaming out then, too.”

  I don't want to get into the details of my dreams to Taylor. This particular one involved her, but the others involved another woman, and I'm not sure I'm ready to dig that up just yet.

  “Let’s make a deal then,” I concede. “If I talk about my dreams, you talk about your anxiety attacks.”

  She looks me over, seriously considering
my offer. Finally, she holds out her free hand to offer a handshake. I follow suit, and when we shake, she responds, ”It's a deal."

  “Good.” I kiss her forehead. “How about we go ahead and grab some food first. I’d love to spend all day in this bed with you, but I need to eat something first.”

  “I could eat, too. I want to check on the weather also.”

  “Already planning your escape?” I'm teasing when I say this, but I'm also a little worried she wants to leave. Maybe this morning wasn’t as amazing as I thought.

  “No, silly. But I'm concerned with how long we’ll be snowed in. I want to check on my parents.”

  “How about you check on all of that while I make us some pancakes?” I offer.

  Before she can get away from me, I pull her in for a kiss. At first, it's just a light brush of our lips, but I'm pleased when she keeps me in place and deepens it. Before getting out of bed, I lightly rub my nose to hers and wink, then make my way to my dresser. I throw on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. When I turn around, I see she's wrapping a quilt around her, and she jumps back onto the bed.

  “You okay over there?”

  “I hate to sound like a baby, but I'm freezing. The floor is cold.” I turn back to my drawers and dig for some socks. When I find a pair that I think she’ll like, I turn and toss them onto the bed. “Do you happen to have any sweats in there that’d fit me?”

  “Not sure on that one, princess.”

  She smiles at me and works on putting the socks on. She wraps the quilt around her again and rises from the bed.

  “You know, if we’re snowed in for too long, I'm going to freeze to death with no clothes.”

  “I would never let you freeze,” I promise her.

  "Not on purpose, anyway, right?" She lets one of her adorable giggles loose, and it warms my heart. I walk over to her and rub her arms in a failed attempt to help warm her up.

  “You know, there are activities to keep you warm that I’d be happy to help with.”

  “I’m sure there are, but I think you need to give me time to recover from the first one.”

  “Fine. Food it is then. After I make you another fire.”

  We make our way to the living room, and I quickly load some logs into the fireplace and light the fire. When I'm satisfied that the fire is large enough and warm enough, I go to the kitchen. Taylor disappears into her room, probably to call her parents. I do feel bad that she isn't able to have more clothes. There’s no way she’d be able to fit into anything of mine, and even though I’d love for her to roam around my house naked, it's way too cold for that to be an option.

  Before starting on breakfast, I make a detour to the loft that is just above us. It's a part of the house I never use and almost forgot about. Once at the top of the stairs, I'm hit with a quick pain in the chest, but it passes quickly. This used to be her space, and I haven't changed it at all besides the random photos and items of hers that were around the house that I happened to throw up here. There was dust covering everything and webs filled the corners. I spot the chest I'm looking for and wipe the top layer of dust off of it before lifting the lid. Inside, there are women's clothes that are still fresh and clean. The dust and dirt didn't get through the cracks at all. I rub my hands on my sweats to get rid of the yuck; then I quickly dig to find what I'm looking for, let the lid slam shut and make my way back to the main floor. I drop the clothes on the table and wash my hands. I tell myself it's just to get the webs and dirt off, but deep down I know I'm trying to wipe away the memory of her that has seemed to slip back into the forefront of my mind.

  When I know I'm composed, I grab the clothes back up and head to Taylor’s room. She’s just setting her phone on the bed and covering back up with the quilt.

  "Hey, um, I forgot that I had these here. You’re welcome to wear them. They should be about your size." I hold the clothes out to her, almost hoping she’ll choose to go naked instead. I see her study the items in my hand for a moment, then my face, searching to make sure I'm okay with what I'm offering. She eventually takes the clothes from my hands and looks back up at me.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with me wearing this?”

  “Well, it’s better than you freezing to death, right? And it can’t be comfortable having to keep that quilt around you. It’s fine, really,” I reassure her.

  “Okay, thank you.”

  I nod and leave her to change. I do work in the kitchen to get breakfast ready and to keep busy, so my mind doesn't wander. I also have to prepare myself to see Taylor in Wendy's clothes. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Well, it's too late now.

  Taylor’s still in her room when I set the table and make the finishing touches on breakfast. She emerges just as I get our plates fixed and am pouring our coffee. I freeze the moment I see her and am quickly brought out of it when I feel the hot liquid fall over my fingers.

  “Shit!” I curse.

  “Oh no, are you okay?” Taylor rushes over and takes my hand in hers to assess the damage.

  “I’m fine. It’s just a little coffee.” I hate that I let those clothes distract me. “So, those fit okay?” I try and change the subject.

  “Uh, yea, they do. Thanks again.”

  “You’re welcome. Are you hungry?”

  “Starving.”

  “Good, I cooked enough to feed a small army.” I grin at her, hoping to ease the tension.

  We eat our breakfast in silence, but it isn't awkward. It's peaceful. We exchange glances, and I smile when she blushes and shyly looks away from me and distracts herself with her food. When we’re finished eating, we clear the table and wash the dishes, together—something else I haven't done with a woman in a long time. Once our chore is done, I lean down and kiss her lightly. I can't get enough of her. I seem not to be able to go longer than a half hour without needing to be in contact with her in some way. I grab her hand and lead her over to the couch to sit. She cuddles in close to me, and I wrap my arm around her as I grab the remote to turn on the TV and see what's going on with the weather.

  According to the news, the worst of the storm is over and plow trucks are working on getting the roads cleared. Of course, that doesn’t mean anything for us up here in the mountains. There was a total of five feet of snow in some places, but it varied up here.

  I get up to look outside to see if it’d be possible for me to plow the roads in the next few days. Taylor stays on the couch as I open the front door and take a look at what we are dealing with. Her truck is almost completely covered in snow. If I were to step off of the porch, I’d have snow past my waist. It’d take a few days, but I could clear the driveway and roads. With that thought, my heart falls. The sooner I get them plowed means the sooner Taylor will leave me. Suddenly, it's the last thing I want to happen. I want her here with me forever. Trying to keep my emotions in check, I close the door and return to my place next to Taylor.

  “So? What do you think?” she asks as soon as I sit back down.

  “Uh, well, there’s a lot of snow to contend with, but I think I can get the road cleared in the next few days.”

  “Oh, okay. That’s good, right?”

  “Yeah,” I say, forcing a smile as I grab the remote.

  I search through the channels, not looking for anything specific, trying to not think about the fact that my princess will be gone in a few days. I need to make the best of the last few days with her because it might be the last.

  She rests her head on my shoulder and tells me to stop on a movie I've never seen before. We cuddle together and enjoy the film, not talking, but the whole time all I'm thinking about is trying to figure out the best way to make her stay.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Taylor

  The evening is drawing near and we've had another fantastic day. One I'll never forget for the rest of my life.

  Maddox has been playful and sweet, making the day that much more meaningful. However, the fact that the storm is over and our time together is coming to an end has been playing
on my mind the whole time, and I think it's on his as well. I would’ve never thought Maddox would end up being the man who’d take my virginity when we first met, but now I can't imagine it being anyone but him. But with an ending upon us, I realize there's still so much we don't know about each other, and I want to make sure we make time to learn more.

  We’re curled up on the floor in front of the fire with fruit around us, playing a game of Rummy. I decide now would be a great time to cash in on our deal and share our stories that we’ve been keeping from each other.

  “So, I think now would be a good time for us to talk,” I say.

  “Oh yeah? I kind of had something else in mind.” Maddox waggles his brows, which makes me laugh.

  “Not so fast, slick. We made a deal,” I remind him.

  “Alright, alright. Do you want to start, or do you want me to?”

  “How about I go? I want to get it out of the way,” I admit.

  “Okay. Whenever you’re ready, princess.”

  “Okay, so, I’ve not really had the best of luck with men in the past. In high school, I was always the shy, reserved smart girl that was more interested in learning and getting good grades than in boys. So, I ended up only dating two guys during high school, both of which got tired of my goody-two-shoes motto. They didn’t think I was worth their time and effort when they realized I wasn’t going to sleep with them. So, of course, this grew into an insecurity and lack of self-confidence issues when I went off to college.”

  Maddox grabs my hand and surrounds it with both of us, looking so sweet and tender. It melts my heart, not that he hasn’t already stolen it.

  “Taylor, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re an amazing, beautiful woman. Any guy would’ve been lucky to call you theirs. They’re idiots and lost out on an amazing person.” Maddox cups my face and rubs the pad of his thumb on my cheek.

  I smile, genuinely. ”Well, thank you for saying that. In college, I decided to try to loosen up a little and not to be so uptight where guys were concerned. I dated a guy for a few weeks at school, and I was falling for him, and he seemed to feel the same way. We had gone back to his dorm room after a movie one night, and his roommate had gone to a friend's place. I was going to have sex with him to basically get it out of the way, so I didn't have the virgin tag on me anymore, but when things were getting heated, his girlfriend showed up. I was devastated because I really liked him, but I was nothing more than the side chick, a cheap, quick fuck. I ran out of there as fast as I could and ever since then I haven't been able to trust anyone."