Hungry Mountain Man

by Charlize Starr

  “You know, I think that might have been my phone reception? Static on my end of the line. Because it sounds fine listening to it here,” Jacob says. I laugh.

  “Well, you are way up in the mountains, all those trees around,” I say, nodding, smiling to myself in knowing the radiator was never really the reason he wanted to see me at all.

  “Exactly,” Jacob says. “It sounded bad from up there.”

  “I’m sure it did,” I say, laughing again. “Good thing you’re here to listen to it in person. To be sure.”

  “Maybe I’ll come keep an eye on it more often,” Jacob says, turning around to grin at me. It’s amazing how easy this is. How natural and good it feels.

  “Maybe you should,” I say. “I think I’d like that.”

  “I think I would, too,” Jacob says.

  I think maybe I’d like it if Jacob did a lot of things around here more often. I think to myself that maybe I like the things Jacob does for me in my life so much that I could get used to them already.

  Chapter Fourteen - Jacob

  I sit with Mia on her couch, amazed at how well this is all going. She makes me feel at ease, even if this all still seems like a huge risk. She’s even more beautiful than I remembered, or maybe I’m just paying more attention now. She’s got her hair down around her face, making her eyes look bigger somehow, and the blue dress she’s wrapped in shows off her curves in an irresistible way. I think she must have picked it for me, and the thought of that, of her getting ready for me like that, makes me need to touch her, makes me not want to wait another second.

  I take one of her hands in mine, and she looks up and locks her eyes on mine. I slide my other hand to her face, my fingers brushing her hair, and she draws in a sharp breath and nods. I tug her into me, just slightly, and then lean down to kiss her.

  I haven’t touched anyone or kissed anyone in so long, and kissing Mia feels electric, feels like I’m coming alive again. Like she’s bringing me back into the real world. Her mouth is warm against mine, and she folds in even closer to me, putting one of her hands on my knee.

  “Can’t do that over the phone, can we?” Mia says, sounding breathless, when we pull apart for a moment.

  “It’s really not the same at all,” I agree, leaning down to kiss again. She reaches a hand out for the fabric of my shirt, like she’d described on the phone. At the gesture, and in remembering that conversation that followed, I feel myself start to get hard in my pants. I run my tongue over her lips and she opened her mouth under mine. I tug her in closer, wanting to feel all of her. She arches up under me into the kiss, sliding the hand on my knee up my thigh.

  Her eyes are wide when I pull back to look at her, and her skin is already flushed.

  “I don’t want to assume,” I start, “just because of our phone conversation.” But Mia shakes her head rapidly.

  “Oh, no. Please assume,” Mia says. She backs up a little then and stands up, reaching a hand out to me, “and follow me.”

  “I can do that,” I say, following her into her bedroom. She closes the door behind us and then presses herself against me. I put a hand in her hair, tugging just a little, pulling her in closer. I slide the hand down to her neck, feeling her pulse and how rapidly it’s sped up. She presses flush against me and runs her hand under my shirt, hands on my abdomen, trailing to my hips. This is all so much better in person than I could’ve even imagined.

  “You’ve got buttons now,” I say, reaching to the front of her dress to start unbuttoning them. I take my time, button by button, kissing and touching every inch of her skin I expose.

  “God,” she says. “Yes, please.”

  Her hands reach to pull my shirt over my head, and I pause long enough to raise my arms before resuming undoing her buttons. I get to the bottom and slide her dress off in one motion. I take a minute to just look at her, standing there in her undergarments: a lacy bra and blue pair of underwear. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I want more, need to have her like this tonight for real.

  She slides her hands to my belt, and I reach my hands back to unhook her bra, pulling it off and exposing her breasts to me. She gasps and takes a step back, not away from but toward her bed. She walks back to it, tugging me along with her with her by my beltloops. She lays back and I climb on top of her, and then I finally touch her breasts. She whimpers when I do, and it’s a gorgeous sound, one I want to have her make again over and over.

  So, I cup my hands over her breasts and tease her nipples with my fingers until they’re flushed up under me, firm. She squirms under my touch, leaning up to kiss me again. I kiss her and then lick my way down her neck so I can put my tongue on her nipples, making her cry out again. I lick and suck her breast, and I slide one hand down her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver as I reach for her underwear. She nods rapidly as I tug on the waistband.

  She starts undoing my pants and I pull back and shake my head.

  “Not yet. I think I told you I wanted to make you come for me, and I think I was pretty specific about how” I tell her.

  “Oh,” she breathes. “God, yes.”

  I grin and move farther down her body. I reach my hand between her thighs, feeling how soaked she is before I even begin touching her – before I even reach her clit. She cries out when I do touch her clit like she already needs me to touch her. I spread her legs apart with my hands so I can touch her properly. She writhes under me, gasping as I touch her, as my fingers make circles on her clit with insistent pressure.

  “Please,” she says, eyes dark with want and skin flushed as she looks at me.

  I slide one and then two fingers inside her, pulling and twisting, making her hips rock up.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” I say, adding a third finger and hearing her moan.

  “So, don’t,” she bites out. “God, that’s so good.”

  “We’ve got time,” I say. “I want to make you come at least twice before I fuck you to make up for lost time.”

  “Oh god,” she says, drawing her words out as she squirms around my fingers. She closes her eyes, hips jolting up as I touch her. I pick up my pace on her clit, and I feel her clench around my fingers. I know she’s close, so I back off just for a minute, going so, so slowly.

  “Fuck,” she says, her head rolling around the pillow. I speed my fingers back up, and she crashes, coming hard around my fingers, shouting. I rub her all the way through it and then pause just long enough for her to catch her breath before I start to move the fingers I still have inside her again.

  “Doing good?” I ask her. She nods and gasps.

  “Jacob,” she says like she can’t get out anymore. She’s still so wet, crying out every time I thrust my fingers into her. “Please don’t stop,” she says.

  I don’t. I kiss her once, my fingers still moving in her the whole time. I spread her legs even wider and position myself inside them, desperate to test her. I move my tongue slowly, kissing and licking her inner thighs on my way. I open her wide with my fingers and lean in to lick her. She jumps under me the minute my tongue touches her, and her walls clench around the fingers I have inside her.

  “Yes,” she says on a slow exhale, sliding her hand down to my shoulder as I start to lick her. She tastes even better than I thought she would, all wet and warm and perfect. She lets out whimper after whimper as I lick her and fuck her with my fingers. She feels amazing around my fingers, driving me crazy. I need to be inside her. I’m so hard in my pants that I’m straining against my zipper. I want to rock myself against the bed a little to relieve the pressure, but I want even more to wait, to save it for her. I want to lick her until she comes again and then slide inside her. I’ve been thinking about doing this to her for days.

  I lick her over and over, hitting every spot I can find, using pressure on her clit and light licks all over the rest of her when I travel away. She cries out over and over, so fucking beautiful like this, and rocks her hips. I shift a little, putting a bit more weight on her and holdin
g her hips down some with the hand that’s not inside her. She gasps at that, a sound that’s closer to a whimper.

  She makes me feel like I could do this all night. Like I could lick her for hours until she was completely spent. Like I could make her come until she couldn’t count how many times it had been and all those sounds she made were burned into my memory. I can’t get over how beautiful she is, how good she tastes. When she comes again – biting out my name against her pleasure over and over again as she does – I’m almost disappointed, even though I want to be inside her so badly my erection is getting painful. I lick her through and then pull back, kissing her thigh before pulling my soaked fingers out of her.

  She whimpers and groans, when I do, like she misses my fingers fucking her like that. Like she wants more of me.

  I can very much do that, I think, crawling up her to kiss her.

  Chapter Fifteen - Mia

  I’m melting. I don’t even have bones anymore. I’m floating. I’m hot liquid, but it’s not enough. Jacob has given me two incredible orgasms, and all I can think when he pulls his fingers out of me is, No. I want more. I want Jacob so badly. I’m still so turned on, so fucking soaked. He leans down to kiss me and I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips and finding it a lot sexier than I normally do.

  “How was that, beautiful?” Jacob asks, grinning at me. I draw in a breath and reach for his pants again. This time, he doesn’t stop me.

  “Incredible,” I say. I’m so warm and loose from coming twice, my body feels so good, that I fumble a little with his zipper, but get it eventually, pulling it down and pulling Jacob’s hard cock out of his pants. I shudder to look at it, even more turned on. It’s so huge like I thought it would be, given Jacob’s muscular frame. I want to feel it inside me. Now. Jacob hasn’t touched me for a few minutes, but it’s somehow long enough to leave me desperate and needy. I pull his pants off him all the way and slide a hand to stroke his cock a few times, making him groan.

  I want to put him in my throat and feel my mouth stretched around him – want him to fuck my mouth before he fucks me. He’s so hard from making me feel so good. I slow my strokes with my hand and lean my head up a little, licking my lips.

  “Not tonight,” Jacob says, putting a hand on my thigh, so close but so far from where I need him to be. “I want – fuck, Mia – I want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock. I want that so badly. But tonight, I want to fuck you. I need to be inside you. I need to feel you come around my cock.”

  “Fuck my mouth first,” I say. It sounds like begging to my own ears, but I don’t care. “Just for a few strokes before you fuck me.”

  Jacob stares at me like he wasn’t expecting that, but also maybe like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. I’ve never been this desperate for a man before, never felt like I needed to touch him or suck his cock, not like this. Not like Jacob.

  “If you insist,” Jacob says darkly, shuddering as I run my fingers over the head of his cock. He nods and I move my hand away so he can move his hips up. His cock is inches from my mouth.

  “Please,” I say before opening my mouth wide and using my hand to guide him into my mouth. He fills my whole mouth until it’s watering and I’m nearly gagging. I want this so badly. I need him to touch me again before I explode. I need this first. I lick up and down his shaft and move my head, trying to set up a rhythm. He groans over me, staring down at me, eyes locked on me like he’s never seen a better sight. I don’t get the angle quite right, and I’m already feeling so spent from coming twice even if all I want is more, so Jacob puts a hand in my hair to hold me still and rocks into me a few times. Slow, like he wants to be gentle, and then a little faster when I catch his eye and nod my head. He fucks into my mouth for a few minutes, and then drops my head and pulls out. My head hits the pillow and I breathe out.

  “Ready?” he asks, lowering himself again. I’m so ready I think I could cry from it.

  “Fuck me, please,” I say. I don’t have to ask twice. Jacob moves my hips a little and then slides inside me. I cry out at his first thrust, and then over and over, clawing my fists at the sheets. I’m so sensitive and it feels so good. He feels so good inside me. I feel like I could pass out from how good it feels. I can feel him in every part of me when he rocks into me, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body.

  “Holy shit,” I say. “God.”

  “Fuck,” Jacob says, groaning himself as he starts to go faster, to thrust into me hard and fast, but deep so that I feel every stroke. When I can think much beyond oh god and fuck, I think, Well, he’s definitely not a virgin.

  I feel like I get higher with every rock of his hips, every thrust of his cock. It’s all I can feel, all I can think about: this deliciously good feeling of him inside me.

  When I come again, I feel like I’m floating away from my body. Jacob finishes inside me about a dozen thrusts later, just as I’m starting to get too sensitive. He bites out my name as he comes, and then pulls out and pulls me on top of him so we can both come down together.

  Jacob’s arms are even warmer now that his skin is bare, and it makes them seem even stronger. I want to bury myself in them and never leave. He’s holding me tightly, like maybe he has the same plan, too. I can hear his heart beating in his chest under my head, a steady rhythm I can imagine myself falling asleep to. He’s running his fingers through my hair, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been this comfortable or warm in my life.

  I’ve certainly never been this comfortable with a man right after sex. Even with past boyfriends I’d thought I loved at the time, I’d felt afterward that the silence was too much. I needed to fill it with words. I was never good at just cuddling and laying still, enjoying the other person.

  It’s something that’s been an issue in past relationships, actually. My most recent ex, Richard, who I dated for a few months last year, had said I talked too much. Of course, by then I think I was trying to fill not just the silence but the space I could feel growing between us. I think Richard had thought all of me was too much.

  But with Jacob, I feel like I could just drift off right here, so content, feeling so good in every way. I also feel like if I did start talking, Jacob wouldn’t mind at all. It’s strange, but I really like it. I do break the silence a few minutes later, but not to fill it. I’m just worried I’ll actually fall asleep if I stay in this position much longer.

  “You know,” I murmur, turning my head up slightly to smile at him, keeping my tone a whisper, “I’ve never done that on a first date before.”

  “Glad I’m the exception,” Jacob says, laughing and playing along. This isn’t actually the first date by any stretch of the imagination, but our circumstances have been unusual. Maybe the very best kind of unusual.

  “Maybe it’s all this mountain air,” I say, smiling, “getting to my head and making me do crazy things.”

  “I would have guessed it was the chocolate,” Jacob says, kissing the top of my head and wrapping me up even tighter.

  “I guess it could be,” I say. I laugh and then remember I should offer him some of the chocolate I bought just for him. “I have some if you want to find out.”

  “Did you make it?” Jacob asks, smiling at me.

  “Well. Me, Martin, and several machines. But yes,” I say.

  “I don’t want to move just yet, but when we do, I’d love some,” Jacob says.

  I don’t want to move yet either, so I just burrow into him closer. I still have questions. I still don’t know so many things about Jacob, and I still don’t know why we haven’t gone out in public. But I think maybe tonight has been the start of all that changing. I think maybe, while this wasn’t at all a first date, it was the first step down a path for us. A path I very much want to walk with Jacob.

  Chapter Sixteen - Jacob

  My cabin feels lonely now that I’ve spent the night with Mia, laughing, kissing, and touching her. I’ve never thought of this place as lonely before, but now I think it feels empty and hollow and stark.
It’s like Mia is a vibrant light, a bolt of electricity, and without her, everything feels dull. It feels like I’m craving her even though it’s only been a few hours.

  I keep thinking about the way we’d joked and laughed, and not just because Fiona was always so serious, which I thought I’d liked in a woman, at the time. I think it’s because it keeps striking me how quick Mia is, how quick and clever but also bold and fiery. Mia always tells me what she’s feeling – she rarely holds back, in general – and she’s quick to tease and banter. I’m certain she can hold her own in a fight.

  It reminds me, in a strange way, of Calvin. It reminds me of Calvin because it’s actually nothing like Calvin at all. Mia isn’t. I’d thought for years now, for three decades at this point, that Calvin and I had balanced each other out somehow. That we were opposites, brothers with very little in common and radically different temperaments, but that it was a good thing, because one day, we’d learn to bring our strengths together and make our family and business all the stronger for it.

  I had hoped, I think now, that Calvin would grow up to be a person a little more like Mia is. That he could turn all that partying and drinking into a thirst for life, his quick temper into a faster wit, his over-the-top attempts at charm into real leadership. But instead of growing into that, I think now that he’s gotten worse with age, not better.

  As children, we’d been closer. Or, rather, he had depended on me too much to resent me. After our mother died, we’d been alone a lot. We were too old to warrant a nanny, and most of the staff we did have at the time were part-timers, contracted from agencies to cook and clean a few days a week. Calvin didn’t have the publicists and the business advisors and the hangers-on to depend on back then. Dad was already traveling a lot, so, often, I was the only thing Calvin had had to rely on.