Lumberjack's Luscious Lady (Babes of Biggal Mountain Book 1)

by Elaria Ride

  “Sorry,” I elaborate. “Sorry… I’m just… it’s really big. And hard.”

  I feel myself blushing; I hadn’t even meant that last part. But it’s true, isn’t it?

  He laughs humorlessly, his eyes downcast. “I’ve been hard since I first saw you,” he admits, shifting his weight. “Let me tell you, it’s been... an uncomfortable few hours.”

  “I want to believe you,” I whisper, biting my lip. “I do, but...” I trail off.

  He tilts my chin with his finger.

  “Does it fucking feel like I’m lying?” he demands. For the first time, I detect a hard edge in his voice. He grasps my hand again, shoving it even more firmly against his erection.

  I moan softly, allowing my hand to feel the heated skin beneath his jeans.

  He’s not kidding.

  It’s actually throbbing, pulsing against my hand. And it’s possible — likely, even — that this gorgeous, muscled man wants me as much as I want him.

  By now, we’re both panting, just staring at each other as my hand cups his full erection. And after a few seconds of just feeling it… I start to get a little fascinated. It’s certainly larger, fuller, harder than any I’ve encountered before.

  He probably wouldn’t mind, would even encourage it, if I stroked it.

  So I do.

  With absolutely no preamble, I firmly drag my palm from base to tip, reveling in the feeling of pulsating skin beneath my hand. Huck releases a guttural moan as my fingers graze the head. It’s a sound that inflames me, one that sends even more liquid heat to my already drenched core.

  So I do it again.

  And he groans again, even louder this time, a more insistent, animalistic sound. Suddenly, I’m consumed with the need to do more, to hear more as I stroke him, to watch him come undone beneath my fingers.

  I’m about to stroke his cock a third time when both of his hands come up and trap my wrists above my head in one fell swoop. He gives me a wild, frantic look, like he’s not quite sure if he’s in charge of his own body.

  “If you want this to last longer than ten seconds,” he grunts, “you need to stop doing that.”

  I shoot him a wicked grin. A thrill surges through me that I have this power — this ability to make him lose control. I know now that I’ve never been with anyone who wanted or desired me this much… someone who I could command to orgasm with a snap of my fingers.

  I’m also determined to see how far I can push this before he loses it completely.

  “Well then,” I purr, leaning in. “You’ll just have to fuck me to get this show on the road.”

  He grits his teeth as my nipples brush against his chest, and I know I’ve got him right there, right where I want him. But he has more self-control than he lets on.

  I’m almost disappointed that he only needs to bow his head for a moment, to take a few cleansing breaths before he meets my stare.

  “Are you sure, Jessie?” he implores, his tone ringing with that old-school nobility I’d sensed earlier. “Because I’ll be honest, it’ll be hard to hold back once I see you naked.”

  I offer him what I hope is a seductive smile. I don’t admit as much, but I’m also unlikely to be able to stop once we get started… once I finally catch a glimpse of what’s beneath that shirt…

  So I summon this newfound courage long enough to stand on my tip-toes and brush my lips against his. He answers me with another groan as I move my lips along his jawline.

  I softly lean into his ear, and before I know it, I hear myself whisper, “I want you inside me.”

  4

  Huck

  From the first moment I saw her, Jessie’s body drove me insane. The only difference is that now, I know she’s using her body to drive me insane on purpose.

  She’s staring at me with those full, perfect lips, the bottoms of her breasts just exposed beneath that camisole, that beautiful, pallid skin of her belly…

  And then she takes it a step further — “I want you inside me” — and I lose my mind completely.

  I release a feral growl and grind her against me, our teeth clacking together in an effort to get as close as we can. Still, I really don’t have the patience to just stand here making out, not when she’s turned me on more than anyone ever has in my entire life, not when she’d given me permission to live out my greatest fantasy.

  I grab hold of that perfect ass and lift her legs to wrap around my middle. She grips onto my shoulders as I walk us back a few steps, but we never stop our deep, passionate kisses. When my thighs hit the table, I know her ass is at the perfect height, the ideal angle for me to show her exactly what I mean. I gently set her down, and I can just imagine how it looks, that fleshy skin all spread out, all round and delicious…

  The thought spurs me to move faster, faster, faster... I’m like a man possessed, determined to worship her as soon as I can. I nip at her ear, and she raises her arms, allowing me to completely remove her camisole and toss it behind her.

  In doing so, I finally, finally look down at her breasts — the ones I’ve only touched before, the ones that have taunted me since I saw her — and I hear rather than feel myself let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a whimper.

  Fuck.

  Her breasts are perfect… even more perfect than I imagined, so perfect that I can’t drag myself to stop staring at them. I’m utterly, completely transfixed; I can’t possibly look away, not when I’m faced with something this breathtaking.

  He’r breasts are so big and bouncy that the skin wrinkles as I drag my hand across the rosy peak of her right nipple. Jessie emits a hiss and shoves her chest out even further, and without so much as a conscious thought, I dart my head down to cover her breast with my mouth. They’re so huge… so gorgeous… my mouth doesn’t even cover her areola, but it doesn’t stop me from trying as I suck and nibble and bite.

  She’s now moaning and writhing in wild abandon beneath me, her ass rubbing in circles against the table, and I know that if I got a peek at her panties, they’d be soaked.

  That thought of that makes me even harder, so hard that I know I’d be a goner with even one ill-positioned stroke. I desperately hope that she’s so lost in my ministrations that she won’t reach out a hand to stroke my cock to prove me right.

  After a few torturous minutes of sucking her tits, I feel her warm hands on my face as she pulls my head up from her chest.

  “Please.” Her voice is breathy, her lips still swollen from my kisses. “Please, Huck,” she pleads. “Fuck me.”

  As much as I’m loving her tits, I don’t need to be told twice.

  I give her a short nod and push her further back on the table as she begins to work the buttons on my shirt. I nibble her ear and reach for her yoga pants, thankful that they provide easy access… there are no zippers or snaps to impede our progress. I peel her pants down her thighs, willing myself not to look too closely at what I uncover.

  I think I actually might cum in my jeans if I don’t pace myself. Seriously, what is it about this girl that has me acting like a teenager again?

  I don’t have too much time to ponder that, though, because now my shirt has been removed entirely, and she’s tracing her fingertips over the edges of my muscles. I kiss her greedily and shove her pants off her dangling feet, delighting in the flash of white skin I see in my peripheral vision.

  Finally… the moment is here. I take a deep breath, steeling myself to look down at the apex of her thighs, just hoping I don’t blow my load… my eyes travel down slowly, from her pert nipples to her glorious belly, and —

  Oh my God.

  She’s not wearing any underwear.

  I make a choked noise.

  How could I possibly have forgotten that she wasn’t wearing underwear from when I’d thoroughly checked her out earlier? I slam my eyes shut, trying to steady myself. But it’s of no avail — the image is burned in my mind’s eye. I can already see a little thatch of curls, a shade darker than her hair and dewy with her arousal.


  I moan from low in my throat and lean against the table for support. Jessie — the minx — actually has the nerve to giggle above me while my head spins. I’m still trying to get myself under control when she reaches out for the zip on my jeans.

  And I swear, I almost lose it completely.

  “Wait,” I grunt, halting her hand just in time. She looks at me curiously, a slightly hurt expression in her eyes. It upsets me a little that she’s offended at all, but yes… it’s enough to refocus my energy away from the pounding in my boxers, enough to ensure that I don’t spurt right here, right now.

  I rake my eyes back up her body and stare her in the face. Her hand cautiously returns to her lap as I slowly — slowly — unbutton my jeans and unzip myself. My cock springs free and I let out a sigh of relief. I wasn’t even aware of how downright uncomfortable that had been.

  I look back up at Jessie. She’s staring at my cock with a fixated expression, one halfway in between arousal and… is that alarm? I realize that’s probably how I looked, too, when I saw her tits.

  Still, her silence is a little weird.

  “Everything alright?” I shuck off the rest of my clothes, trying not to feel too self-conscious.

  She nods, swallowing. “It’s just… it’s big,” she admits. And then, on a whisper: “I’ve never… been with someone that big.”

  I grin at her as ridiculous male pride roars in my chest. “Well,” I say slowly, “I’ll make sure that it’s worth your while.”

  I hope to every deity that I haven’t just made an empty promise.

  She seems content to let me prove myself as she tugs my head back down to hers and rakes her fingers through my hair. She starts to lean back on the table, grasping my shoulders, and I’m ready to take her up on it….

  But there’s something else I need to think about before this goes any further.

  “Birth control?” I manage as Jessie runs feather-light hands down the apex of my groin. I choke again as her fingers swirl lower and lower towards the erection that’s jutting towards her, desperate to be in her heat.

  “Taken care of,” she confirms.

  I nod. Good. It’s not like I have condoms sitting around on the rare chance I ever have sex.

  I hope my lack of recent experience isn’t something she notices. But shit... what if it is something she notices?

  With a slump of my shoulders, I realize that she deserves better than this, better than being fucked on a kitchen table. I shake my head, but I’m not able to talk myself out of it; my cock is dripping and pulsing, and I’m fairly confident that I’d explode if I wait another second.

  “Next time,” I vow, taking my cock in my hand as she spreads her thighs, “I’ll make sure you come. First.”

  She offers me a sweet smile and waves her hand dismissively. “It’s ok if I don’t come this time. I’m sure you’ll take care of me later.”

  I look at her, a little confused. Has she seriously never…?

  Her expression is so sincere, so open, so achingly tender, that I know she’s telling the truth. And I could fucking strangle the man who has led her to believe that her pleasure is secondary.

  “No,” I say firmly, just allowing the tip of my cock to prod her soaked opening. “You’ll come now.”

  And with that, I shove my length inside her in one firm thrust.

  Fucckkkkkking hell.

  Pleasure squeezes the air from my lungs as I throw my head back in ecstasy. I’m dimly aware of her moaning beneath me, but my bliss is so extreme that I can barely hear her over the roaring my head. I’m overcome by how she feels... by the way her satiny walls grip me on all sides, by how slick and hot and tight she is, almost as if my cock was made for her.

  ...wait, what?! Did I seriously just think that?

  I pull back, a little confused. Still, that thought — whatever it was — provides enough of a distraction for me to give Jessie the orgasm she needs.

  And speaking of Jessie... if I thought she was sexy before, it’s nothing compared to how she looks now. Her chest is tilted up towards me, flushed and heaving with each breath. Her mouth is slightly parted, like she’s not sure if she’s coming or going.

  Well, I’m sure I’ll be able to answer that question for her.

  I kiss her deeply and press her body down on the table until her back is flush against the wood grain. Our bodies are still intimately connected, and the friction of her slick walls sends the most delicious shiver down my spine. I pull back, staring down at her, and begin to make slow, deliberate pumps. She arches against the table as she adjusts to my length, but I know she’s nowhere near where I want her... where she deserves to be.

  I reach down for that glorious ass and grab a cheek in each hand.

  I let out a deep moan and throw my head back. God, it feels so perfect... fleshy and round and smooth... it’s unfair that she feels this heavenly. But I shake my head, resolute in my determination; I refuse to let myself get lost in my own pleasure, not this early.

  So I utilize a trick I learned years ago, one almost guaranteed to help her get where she needs to be. I use my leverage on her ass to angle her hips, and the next time I slide into her, I feel the head of my cock hitting just the right spot. She cries out as I do, and I know I’m doing it right — providing the perfect pressure against that little mound inside her wall.

  I keep going, building momentum and heat with each fuck-stroke. I’m sure my fingertips are leaving indents on Jessie's beautiful pale skin, but I’m too distracted to care, too focused on guaranteeing that she has the same pleasure I do.

  Her breath starts coming in short puffs, sounding sexy and wanton, and I immediately have to pull out, just a little, to reel myself back from the edge. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone that I hadn’t considered the side effect of this angle: I’m now penetrating so deeply with each thrust, going so deep inside her, that my balls are slapping against her, and fuck, that sounds amazing, almost as amazing as the sounds she’s making.

  I’ve been avoiding looking directly at her face because I’m afraid it might push me over the edge, but I can’t hold back anymore, not when she’s making that little half-moan.

  I glance down, and I’m not disappointed; her head is arched back as the skin of her belly glides with each deeper thrust of my cock. A blush has spread across her chest, her hair is in disarray around her face, and fuck, she just looks so beautiful, so perfect…

  But she hasn’t come yet. And that needs to change.

  I grit my teeth, fully aware that the tiniest thing could send me over the edge. While still angling her hips, I reposition my hands so that one is supporting her lower back.

  “Look at me,” I whisper. Jessie cracks open a heavy-lidded eye and blinks, her chest heaving, as I drag my right hand to her mouth, pressing two of my fingers against her full lips. She looks confused for only a second before her eyes are filled with understanding. She opens her mouth and sucks my fingers, that little pink tongue swirling and sucking as I continue to fuck her, and it takes every single ounce of my energy to stop myself from exploding on the spot.

  Just before it gets to be too much, I hastily remove my fingers from her mouth. With our gazes still connected, and my hips still hammering into her, I drag my wet hand down to the junction between our bodies.

  Fuck, she’s ready...her little pink clit is swollen and emerging from her folds, just aching to be touched. I certainly won’t disappoint her.

  I touch my finger to her clit – gently at first, as she cries out from the sensation. When she begins to adjust to the feeling, my eyes roam up her body again, and with swirling, mounting pressure, I rub her clit in slow, easy circles, ones that match the pace of her hips as she rocks against me.

  She is exactly where I want her, wholly surrendered to her own pleasure, just teetering on the edge. She’s panting and groaning in wild abandon, and I’m starting to feel the first flutters of her orgasm as her muscles begin clenching up and down my cock.

  A
nd thank God, because there’s no way I can hold on much longer.

  “Jessie,” I rasp, pressing down on her clit, hitting her g-spot with increasing intensity even as I feel my balls start to tighten. “Come for me.”

  With that, her whole body freezes, then shudders. Her eyes slam shut, and she lets out a high-pitched keening sound as the orgasm rocks its way through her body. Her pussy is squeezing and contracting around my cock, rippling up and down, providing the most exquisite torture.

  Another second of that is all I can take. She’s too wet, too tight, too beautiful... and I’ve just brought her to such a powerful orgasm that she’s lost for words.

  That thought alone propels me over the edge. I rip myself out of her just in time and throw my head back, bellowing as my cock spurts ropes and ropes of thick cum all over her thighs and belly.

  And as I stand there with my dripping cock, I try my hardest to suppress the feelings rising in my chest, to desperately push them down, to pleadingly prevent them from being true…

  But no. It’s no use.

  I have feelings for Jessie Pike.

  And she only sees me as a rebound.

  5

  Jessie

  When I finally come to, the first thing I notice is the semen dripping over the sides of my belly and onto the table beneath me.

  The second thing I notice is Huck, who is still standing over me and holding his cock; his shoulders are so hunched that I’m amazed he’s able to support himself.

  I giggle a little, hoping to wake him up. “You didn’t have to pull out, you know. I have an IUD.”

  He cracks a smile, but stays hunched. “I know, I believed you, but...” He licks his lips, finally opening his eyes. He looks down at my stomach and releases an even deeper groan, one from the back of his throat.

  “I just... like to watch it,” he admits, staring at the rivulets of cum that have dripped from my stomach and onto the table.

  I prop myself up on my elbows. “You like to watch it?”