BIG MOUNTAIN

by Penny Wylder

  Still, I ask anyway. “What exactly does that entail?”

  “Well.” He bends closer, eyes trapping mine, until his mouth hovers just inches away from my lips. “First, it would involve escorting you to my bedroom. Then…” His gaze breaks away, drips down my neck to my shirt. “I’d have to take off all those clothes of yours.”

  A shiver traces its way along my spine. “I see. And then?”

  “Then, I’d want you spread-eagled across my bed.” He dips toward me, and I shut my eyes, lips parted in anticipation of a kiss. But he slides right past my mouth, presses his cheek to mine once more, his breath hot on my ear. “After which I’ll be tasting every…” He catches my lobe between his lips, swirls his tongue around my earring, then kisses that soft, tender spot right beneath my ear, where it meets my neck. A spot that always makes me swoon. My knees feel weak under me. “… Inch of you,” he murmurs. His lips kiss down my neck to my collarbone, to the edge just visible under my shirt.

  I rock toward him, unable to help myself, my hands drifting up to grip his shoulders for balance. “Mm,” I manage to say, distracted by his lips, his tongue edging along my neck. “And after you’re… satisfied with tasting?” I catch my breath, because he stops kissing my neck then, and draws back and with one finger under my chin, lifts my face toward his.

  “I doubt I’d ever be satisfied with you,” he murmurs, a grin on his mouth. “But once I’ve made you come enough times that you can hardly catch your breath?” His eyes light up, because I have to catch my breath again, this time in a breathy little gasp. “Well, then I’ll fuck you, Jenna.” His hands slide down from my waist, caressing my hips on their way to my ass, which he grabs with both hands, hard enough to lift me half an inch off the floor, and pressing my hips against his, where his stiff cock still digs into my belly, harder than a steel rod. “All. Night. Long.”

  I’ve got my arms around his neck now, and I arch my hips up, grind against him. “Sounds like we better get started then,” I say, or try to. About halfway through the sentence, his lips finally collide with mine, and I sink into him, lost.

  He tastes like the forest around us. Like mint and pine and hard wood, a flavor that fills me up, sets my head buzzing. His lips part under mine, and I tilt my head to grant him better access, let his tongue slip between mine and circle my own, toying, teasing. I groan into his mouth, and only then do I notice the motion around us.

  He’s walking us backward, through another doorway and into a cozy bedroom. I catch a glimpse of the big king size bed, right before he flings me onto it, and climbs on top, only breaking our kiss for a moment.

  His tongue strokes along the flat of mine, curls through my mouth, possessive. At the same time, his hands fumble with the buttons on my flannel top. He gets about halfway down, grunting in frustration, before I pull back and hiss, “Just tear it.”

  He growls under his breath, rips the flannel. I hear the distant ping of buttons flying, but I don’t even care. I’m yanking on his shirt, tearing through his buttons too. Underneath I find an undershirt, which I tug over his head in my fist while he goes to work on my bra clasp. He has it off in seconds, like a pro, at the same time that I toss aside his shirt, his hair mussed now. I run my hands through it and pull his face back toward mine, back into our kiss.

  When we break apart, he’s gazing at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. “Fuck, Jenna.” He runs his hands down my sides, over my ribcage, then circles them back up to trace around my breasts, fingers hot on my skin. “You have fucking perfect breasts, has anyone ever told you that?”

  If anything, I always thought they were a little small. My cheeks heat, but I flash him a smile anyway. “You’re the first.”

  His eyebrows rise as he glances back at me, doubtful. “Some people have no taste,” he says.

  As for me, I can’t stop staring at his chest. His chiseled, washboard abs, his huge pecs, and his biceps, which look nearly as broad as my thighs. I run my hands over his chest, then the flat plane of his stomach, feeling every ridge as I already picture him inside me, tearing through me. “You look like a Viking god,” I murmur, not even aware I’m speaking aloud until he laughs, deep and throaty, and my face flushes.

  “Guess that makes you the beautiful mortal woman I corrupt,” he says, a flash in his eye before he leans down to kiss the side of my breast, then between them. Finally, he traces his tongue up under the mound of my breasts to circle my nipples, first one, then the next. The other breast, he traces with his hand in the meantime, his fingertips rolling my nipple between them expertly, until both of my nipples feel so hard they could chop wood.

  He lightly nips at my nipple with his teeth, and flicks it with his tongue, just hard enough to make me moan with want.

  I arch my hips up into him, grab his waist and pull him toward me, thrusting against him in time to his tongue flicking my nipples.

  He draws back, and smirks down at me. “Eager little girl, aren’t we?”

  “Fuck me, Gil. Please.” My breath is already coming fast, and the cool air on my nipples, now that he’s stopped licking and sucking at them, makes me shiver even harder.

  “Not yet, Jenna.” He slides down a little, kisses my stomach now, and nips at my stomach, hard enough to make me gasp. “I told you. First I want to taste you.” His eyes find mine, bright with amusement. He’s loving teasing me, the bastard. “I’m going to make you come at least three times before I’m even inside you.” The way he says it, it’s not a challenge. Just a statement of fact.

  My breath hitches. “I’ve never… I don’t know if I can come multiple…” But I trail off, because he’s already undoing the button of my jeans, and it’s always distracting to watch his hands work.

  He tugs my jeans down to my hips, lifts me a little ways off the bed, and then, all in one swift motion, tugs the jeans down, past my hips, until they’re at my ankles. The only thing I’m wearing now is the skimpy little panties I had on under my jeans.

  His eyes flash at me, as he kneels between my spread thighs, and reaches for the fabric…

  4

  Gil

  I can’t get enough of this fucking girl.

  From the moment I first noticed her at the festival, checking me out while I worked in my booth, though she tried to disguise it by putting a camera between us, I knew I had to talk to her.

  Then, the minute I spoke to her in the woods, later in the night, by the fire, I knew I had to have her. Her throaty voice, low and sultry. The way she moves, with that sassy smirk of hers. Her lithe little body, which looks so small in comparison to my own, so breakable. Yet, to judge by the way she’s been reacting to me tonight, she’s a lot stronger than she looks.

  And just as fucking thirsty for this as I am.

  I watch her writhe across my bed, her perfect tits, nipples hard as rocks, her hips rolling in graceful arches as she tries to raise her ass toward me, up off the bed, and I feel so fucking hard I could burst.

  It’s been a long time since a woman has turned me on this much. And she says nobody’s ever told her she has perfect breasts before? She’s not sure she can come more than once in a row?

  This poor girl. What kind of lame-ass city-slicker guys has she been dating?

  Ones who don’t know what they’re fucking doing when they strike gold, that’s for damn sure.

  After I toss her jeans onto the other side of the room, I slide my hands back up her legs and savor the way she shivers and twists under me, reacting to my every touch. I can’t wait to make her scream in pleasure.

  “So Jenna.” I sit up above her, reaching up to slide one hand along her inner thigh. I trace one thick finger all the way to the top, to the crease where it meets her thigh. “Do you usually make a lot of noise when you come?” I shift my hand over, trace across her mound now, with her panties still on. When I dip my finger an inch lower, I can tell she’s already wet—practically soaked through the panties, in fact.

  As for Jenna, her face has gone bright re
d again. I love the way she blushes. “Usually I try not to,” she admits, darting a glance around the room for a second. “Neighbors, thin walls, you know…”

  My smirk widens. “No neighbors to worry about out here,” I point out, and I press a little harder, stroking her through her panties now, the silky fabric adding extra friction.

  A breathy little moan escapes her parted lips, and she arches under me, her hips straining upward. “So… you aiming to make me scream, Gil?” She catches my eye and holds it, raises her eyebrows in a challenge.

  I grin. “If that’s a challenge, I accept.” With that, I tug her panties down, swiftly, all in one motion. She gasps again as I peel them off her legs, then spread her legs with one swift push, both my hands poised on the insides of her thighs.

  Fuck. She smells fucking amazing. Like rain and beaches and fresh air in the mornings at dawn, when the ground is still wet with dew. Her pussy is perfect—clean-shaven, the lips a perfect rosy pout, her clit swollen above them like fruit waiting for me to pick it. And already I can see a pearl of her own dewy wetness at the edge of those lips. I push her legs just a little farther apart, until her pussy lips make a faint pop, and spread apart for me, revealing every inch of her.

  “God, Jenna.” I dart a glance up at her, find her watching me with hooded eyes, as she reaches down to run her hands through my hair. “You’re so fucking sexy.” I keep my eyes on hers as I lean down to kiss the top of her mound, flick my tongue across her smooth skin. Her breathing gets faster, shakier, and I smile to myself as I slide down to kiss her inner thigh instead, first one and then the next, sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin until I leave marks. She moans the whole time, arching up against me, begging me not to stop.

  If I thought my dick was hard before, I had no fucking idea.

  “Eat me out, Gil,” she’s begging through tightly clenched teeth, as I lick all around her lips, teasing myself as much as her, tasting every inch of her pussy except the spot she really wants me to.

  Finally, I cave in, and slide one hand under her ass to lift her a few inches off the bed, while my tongue presses between her pussy lips. Her moans grow louder now, and I start to drag the flat of my tongue along her length, spreading her lips as I lap between them. I lick all the way along her taint up past her pussy entrance, and flick the very tip of my tongue across her clit, enough to make her body jump under me like I’ve given her an electric shock.

  Then I start all over again, licking slowly backward, before I turn around and return. Each time I make sure to barely touch her clit. Not yet.

  When she’s practically panting, I finally pause at her entrance, and push my tongue inside her fully.

  Fuck.

  She tastes even better than she smells. Incredible, overwhelming, a little bit sweet. Has this girl been drinking nothing but pineapple juice for days or what? I swirl my tongue inside her, curl it to drag along her walls, one after the next, and she wraps her legs over my shoulders, thighs clenching my head between. I’m not even sure she knows she’s doing it.

  I keep licking at her, until her hands fist in my hair, and she’s bucking against my face.

  “Yes, yes, fuck, more,” are the only words I make out of the stream she’s shouting.

  I smile to myself, and pull back just far enough to make her gasp in dismay.

  “Don’t stop,” she half-begs, half-commands, face a mask of want.

  “Oh, I don’t plan on it,” I promise. Then I lean back down and start to fuck her with my tongue, hard thrusts, until her thighs shake on either side of my head. When I think she’s close, I draw out, drag my tongue up to her clit and circle it, pressing down hard with the tip of my tongue.

  She’s so close, I only have to lap across her clit three times before she cries out at the top of her lungs, a wordless jumble of sound that makes my hard dick twitch in my jeans. It’s the sound of sheer pleasure, of a girl who’s enjoying the fuck out of herself, and it makes me hard as hell to know I’m doing that to her.

  I keep going, keep circling my tongue around her clit, more gently now, not quite touching the hotspot as I give her a moment to recover, before I flatten my tongue like a blade and lap across her, moving faster and faster.

  Her voice shifts now, into a high keening sound, as another orgasm hits her, hard on the heels of the first. Her legs shake where they’re lifted around me, and her hands are so tight in my hair I’m surprised she hasn’t ripped any out. She’s lost to this world, I notice as I gaze up at her, enjoying the show.

  She writhes across the bed, panting, lost in her pleasure.

  I keep my mouth where it is, and slide my hand out from under her ass, up between her pussy lips to press one finger inside her, my middle finger, all the way up to the knuckle. She gasps and bucks against me. I keep it there and start to thrust inside her, a slow, steady rhythm that builds as she starts to catch her breath, at least enough to rock against me in time with my thrusts.

  She releases one hand from my hair, drops it to grab a fistful of sheets instead, and keeps the other stroking through my hair, as she arches up to look down at me. “Fucking… hell, Gil…” Her eyes are glassy, but she makes herself focus on me through the sensation, as I continue to thrust my finger inside her tight little pussy. “I’ve never… come twice in a row… like that.”

  “I promised you three,” is all I say, a single eyebrow lifted.

  Her eyes go wide, and I take that moment to thrust a second finger, my index, inside her as well. Her pussy stretches to accommodate me, while at the same time she tightens around me, adjusting to the girth of both my fingers. A little gasp of surprise escapes her mouth, and she sinks back against the bed. “Fuck…”

  “Your wish is my command,” I reply, with a smirk, and start to slide my fingers faster. They move inside her easily—she’s so fucking wet for me, it’s unreal. I’d never tire of this pussy of hers. Then I dip down to lick her clit once more, while still keeping my fingers moving inside her. Eventually, I curl my fingers upward in a come-hither motion, and drag them down her front inner wall, feeling the little sensitive, bumpy circle of her G-spot as I do. At the same time, I lick her harder, faster. Keep her clit on fire from two angles at once.

  In no time at all, Jenna lets out a scream of ecstasy, and her pussy convulses around my fingers, tightening like a fist then releasing again, as her whole body shakes.

  I draw back then, my beard soaked with her juices, and slide my fingers from inside her. They slip out with a faint pop, and I kiss my way back up her hips, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, until I reach her mouth. I lean in and kiss her, hard, swirling my tongue across hers so she tastes herself on my lips, in my mouth.

  When I pull back, she’s staring at me with a mixture of awe and want.

  “What was that you said?” I ask. “About not being able to have multiple—”

  I break off, because at that moment, Jenna grabs my wrist and drags my hand to her face. Eyes still locked on mine, she slides both my fingers, the ones that were just inside her, still warm from her, into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around them like an expert, licks off each one, until they’re clean, and slips them back out of her mouth, her lips tight around them in a promise of what she’s capable of doing to my cock.

  I laugh a little, but I’m also feeling every inch of that hot stare of hers in my throbbing cock, aching like fuck to be inside her already. “I can’t wait to see that mouth of yours in action,” I say.

  She reaches down between us to grip my cock through the fabric of my jeans. “Well, it’s my turn now.”

  “Mm.” I catch her wrist and raise her hand. Pin it over her head instead. “Not until I say so. And right now, I think I promised you a different order of plans for the night.”

  Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I believe you promised to fuck me all night. Is that what comes next?”

  “Besides you? Yes,” I say, with a smirk. Then I catch her other hand too, and raise it up, gripping both her wrists in one of
my hands as I reach down with the other to undo the clasp of my own jeans. I wriggle out of them, and push my boxers down next, and watch her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight of me.

  “Fuck, Gil. You’re huge.” She stares at my cock, all wide-eyed. To be fair, it is on the XL side of the condom sizing spectrum, and far thicker than average to boot. At the moment, as I lie beside her, it stretches all the way up from her thigh to her belly. She leans her hips up, until the soft skin of her belly grazes along the underside of my cock, and it jumps between us, eager for action.

  That draws a grin out of her. “Hungry?” she asks, one eyebrow raised.

  “For you? Fucking starving,” I say. I position myself between her thighs, enjoying the sight of her laid out before me, her hands still pinned over her head, her tight little body squirming beneath me.

  I love that. The size difference, my huge body and her tiny one. It makes me want to claim her even more, to feel her tight little pussy stretch around me, hear her scream again, the way she did with my tongue on her clit.

  I release her hands to reach for my side table, where I keep the condoms, but she catches my wrist, eyes on mine.

  “It’s okay,” she says. “I’m, uh… I’m on the pill, so… if you’re clean.”

  “As a whistle.” I let my hand fall. Good. I never like the feel of condoms anyway. Too much in the way. I like to feel every inch of a girl, fuck her raw, the way humans were meant to.

  Her hands freed now, she reaches down to catch my cock between her palms. I suck in a startled breath through my clenched teeth. Her skin is warm, and oh so smooth. She starts to stroke her hands along my length, slowly, from base to tip, her fingers exploring every inch of me. It takes both her hands to get around my cock, but she doesn’t let that slow her down. She flicks a thumb across my tip, the ultra-sensitive spot sending a shock of electricity through me.