Mountain Man's Valentine

by Lauren Milson

  “Which one of them is your husband?” The man walks up next to me, taking a burger in his empty hand, finishing off a bite with a sip of his whiskey rocks. “You want to be here, or are you as fucking bored as I am?”

  He checks the time on his huge silver-plated watch and polishes off his burger, tipping his drink back and draining the rest. I feel a dull ache between my legs as his lips curve around the edge of the glass.

  I blink hard at him as his body bends to put the glass down on a table a few feet away. He towers over me even in my heels, and his stature is intimidating almost, but all I want is to sniff him. He smells so good, and amazingly, he looks even better. I do everything I can to stop myself from looking down at his crotch, my mind aching to see the outline of his dick in his snug black pants. I know it’s right there behind the fabric, and I keep my eyes glued to his face, my eyes gliding between his lips and his eyes, to keep myself from taking a peek a little bit lower.

  “Miss?” he says, furrowing his eyebrows together. His bright green eyes sparkle beneath strong, confident eyebrows, and even though he looks annoyed by my seeming inability to answer his question, there’s still a smirk playing across his lips.

  “Husband?” I stammer, taking a bite of my burger. I chew and struggle to swallow because my mouth has gone dry, even though I was drooling over this guy a few minutes ago. I push down my burger down and smile up at him. “No husband.”

  “I didn’t think so,” he says, stepping a little bit closer to me. “The way you were standing over there alone, I didn’t think anyone was here with you. Which is actually confusing me even more, now that we’re talking about it.”

  His voice is like warm honey dripping over the edge of a cold scoop of vanilla bean ice cream. It’s melting everything in its path, making it all sticky and sweet and delicious.

  My eyes flash behind the man to Zoe, standing there with a huge grin on her face, backing away slowly with both of our drinks. I want to tell her to get the hell over here and save me from myself, but I can’t get the words out.

  “You’re by yourself too,” I say, shifting my focus back to him. “Why is that?”

  “You must be kidding me,” he says as he starts walking over toward the wall with large, slow steps. I look around the room, trying to locate my dad in the crowd. But I don’t see him, and I’m not surprised. It’s okay though, because all I want is for him to not see me canoodling off in a dark corner with an older, dangerously sexy man, because honestly, I’m not sure what’s about to happen as I start to follow him.

  He takes my crumpled napkin from me and tosses it on a nearby table, before slipping his hands over mine, turning them over so my hands are palms-up inside his.

  “I’m Caleb Ryan,” he says, slipping his strong fingers around my wrists. I swallow hard as my panties start to get wet.

  3

  Caleb

  She really has no idea who the hell I am.

  Some of the more sophisticated gold-diggers will act like this at first. Take my ex for example. She pretended she’d never heard of me before we met, but then when we were about six months into dating and she brought me to her childhood friend’s wedding, one of her friends let slip how she was always talking about marrying a rich guy growing up. Living in Manhattan, having “security.” Shit, like I was some fucking character in her fairytale instead of a person with actual fucking feelings of my own.

  This girl really has no fucking clue who I am. But she’s about to. Once I have her in the backseat of my car with her knees on the floor and her lips wrapped around my cock, she’ll never be able to forget me.

  “Ava Jones,” she tells me her name is. Her tiny wrists feel delicate and perfect inside my hands, and I want to bend down right now and kiss them, trace my tongue all over her perfect body, gripping her flesh and digging my fingers into her where it counts.

  It doesn’t matter one bit that she’s younger than me. And shit, she’s young. She looks about twenty, twenty-one, probably a student, and I still can’t figure out why she’s here. But it doesn’t matter. The tempting neckline of her dress is begging me to rip the fucking thing right off her, let her tits pop out and take the little pink nipples I know are hiding in there between my lips and my fingers one at a time, making her feel it all throughout her body, making her sweet pussy wet for me. God, I need to make her her moan and beg before I slide myself deep inside her.

  I run my thumbs down her wrists and across the fleshy pads of her palms. God, she’s perfect and so innocent, but I know lips like hers are just made for sucking dick. I lean down and press my lips to hers, her mouth opening up for me like a fucking flower blooming in the rain, and I hear a little moan come out as she breathes me in, her hands coming up to my chest, her fingers running down to my stomach.

  “You want all these people to watch as you work your fingers down into my pants, honey?” I growl into her ear, taking my mouth away from hers. The stubble on my cheek scratches along her perfect, supple flesh, leaving a red mark that I just can’t let be. I need to take her home and get her mended, make her feel good in the way only I’ll be able.

  No one else.

  She gasps like she’s just now realizing she was trying to undress me in fucking public, pulling her hands away like she’s touched a hot stove. Her eyes pass up my body and land on my face as she sucks her trembling bottom lip between her teeth, and it’s all she can do to not beg me to give her a quick fucking like the bad girl she is.

  So I do what I know she’s quietly begging for. I grab her wrist and pull her toward me, taking her body as I make my way into a shadow, away from the party, into a dimly lit hallway. At the back of the hallway is a metal swinging door to the kitchen, and beyond it are the bright lights and big sounds of the busy staff. It’s the perfect cacophony to hide her sweet moans when I bring her to orgasm right fucking here.

  “This is what you want, honey? You want it right here?” I dip my fingers past her lips as I push my hardness against her. The air around us is heavy and sweet, and the fullness in my pants is like a fucking rocket. “I can’t bring you off in front of all those people, baby. But you want it here?”

  She’s a freak, and now I know why she’s all alone. She wants something fast and hot for one night only. She was standing out there on the balcony in the heat of the night just waiting for me to come over to her and whisper something nasty in her ear.

  She nods and traces the tip of my finger with her delectable pink tongue, running it down the underside of my finger like it’s my cock. I slide another finger past her sexy lips and put my hand on the small of her back, bunching up her dress so that her smooth, perky ass is up against the wall with my fingers sneaking past the edge of her panties.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet, baby.” I growl into her ear as I move my fingers past the soaked fabric of her panties. “You’re so wet for me. Did you cream your panties the second you saw me, make yourself nice and ready for my cock?”

  Her eyes widen like it’s the first time she’s been spoken to like this, her plush lips contorting into a pure little “O.” This woman hasn’t been fucked right before; I consider the possibility that she just escaped a secluded convent. It must be, or else she’d be used to being spoken to like this.

  I can’t help myself and I’m as hard as glass. Her pussy is smooth and supple as I slide two fingers into her from behind. She’s tight, but sliding into her is so fucking easy. I pull my fingers out of her mouth and she whimpers as they disconnect from her lips. Her eyes move down my body until she’s looking at my crotch, all of my length fully erect and ready for her. Instinctively her hands run down my body again, and we’re in the privacy of the hallway, just her and me, but anyone could come barreling past us at any moment.

  Her eyes flash in the light as they whip back up to mine, her pretty lips parted with lust and pure fucking desire. She likes it here where we might get caught, doesn’t she?

  “Baby,” I say, whispering into her ear, “I want you to reach down
and take my cock out slowly now. I know you can handle it, but I don’t want you to be alarmed. I promise I won’t hurt you, but I promise I won’t go slow, either.”

  “I…” she finally speaks, shutting her eyes tight as I pull my hand away from her pink wetness. Her head starts to rest back against the wall and I place my hand behind it, guiding her back gently, lacing my fingers through her dark hair.

  “Baby.” I move my hand around to the front and strum my fingers against her clit softly, pulling a smile onto her face. Her hot pussy drips around my fingers as I slide two up and inside her, pressing against the fleshy pad inside and slipping my thumb over her clit, pressing hard and slow with my fingers rocking inside her.

  Her breathing picks up, and as if I couldn’t be any fucking harder, her lips let out a sweet moan, making my cock drip precum inside my pants

  “Baby, cum for me,” I command, dipping my thumb onto one side of her clit and then the other, slowly. “Come for me.”

  Her body tenses up and my mouth crashes into her as she breathes new life into me, grinding against my body, moaning as she cums, riding my hand and whimpering sweetly.

  “Turn around baby, against the wall.” My mouth comes away from hers and she turns around fast, my arms forming a cage around her, protecting my baby. The door to the kitchen swings open and a waiter slips past us, my body covering hers for protection out of some fucking primal instinct. I slide my hands onto hers and bring them above her head, pinning her against the wall. I bind her wrists up in one hand and bring the other down to her ass, pulling her dress up and starting to undo my belt.

  “Wait,” she whimpers softly, pushing against my grip. I loosen up and she turns around to face me. “I can’t.”

  She ducks out from between me and the wall, taking a sharp turn out of the hallway and back to the crowded party.

  “Ava,” I call out to her. But she doesn’t turn around. My fucking heart is pounding inside my head, between my ears, everything inside my bones on fucking fire. “Ava,” I try again, but it’s too late.

  I see her grab her friend from the bar and they weave through the crowd, tracing their way to the ornate glass doors out to the park. No one in the party sees her; everyone is mingling and all the firm’s partners are three-sheets and only interested in talking money, but I see her as she rushes from me. I start after her, but she tips her face over her shoulder and I grind to a halt.

  Her hair flows down her back and away from her face, and she smiles, and my heart clenches up in my chest.

  4

  Ava

  “Happy birthday to you, indeed.”

  We’re standing on the side of the Boat House. The crowd started to spill out into the park after we made our exit, and I didn’t want to risk seeing anyone. Seeing him. Zoe puts a hand against a tree and unhooks the leather straps around her ankles, kicking her shoes off onto the grass. She takes a sip from the champagne bottle she smuggled out of the party and looks at me quizzically, passing me the bottle.

  I can still smell him, and I try to steady myself against the wall, taking a small sip from the bottle. The foil on its neck feels strange against my lips, and I realize it’s because my mouth is raw from his kiss. His hard, wonderful, dizzying kiss. I pass the bottle back to Zoe and bring my fingertips to my lips, tasting myself on them. I could fall to the ground right here.

  “Take your shoes off,” Zoe suggests, waving the bottle at me. “Those heels are probably sinking down into the dirt. Take ‘em off. It feels good.”

  I cross my arms in front of my chest. I can still feel where his fingers were inside me, on me, my most intimate parts. I can still feel his lips against mine, the rush of having him pin me against the wall, the sweet surrender making me feel crazy and out of control.

  “I’m good,” I say, motioning for the bottle again. “Don’t want to get my feet dirty.”

  I peer around the corner of the building when I hear some of the party guests file out. I should say goodbye to some of dad’s coworkers, but I’m still shaking. They’d know what just happened to me. I can feel it painted on my face, on my lips, behind my eyes. I can still feel it.

  “Well, then let’s go,” Zoe says, grabbing her shoes from the dewy ground and linking arms with me, “because you’re getting my favorite shoes dirty.”

  Walking slowly through the park, we make our way on East Drive toward 5th Avenue. Zoe doesn’t let go of my arm, and as we walk along the quiet path under the streetlights dotting our way, the air grows warmer around me, but I still have goosebumps on my arms where he held me.

  “Want to tell me what happened back there?” Zoe asks in a small voice. She looks over at me and pats me on the hand, letting me know I can tell her anything. “You have too much fun on your 21st?”

  “I thought your idea of too much fun was puking in front of some bar on Third Avenue,” I joke, slowing my pace down and stopping. I break away from Zoe and slip my shoes off, hooking them onto my fingers and lacing my arm back through Zoe’s. “This wasn’t exactly that.”

  “So what happened?” Zoe says as we get to Fifth Avenue. The street is empty, the humidity in the night air forcing people into bars and restaurants where they can escape the heat. “Last call isn’t for a few hours, A. You want to grab a drink?”

  I take a deep breath and exhale shakily, surveying the street for a cab. A few zip by us, two girls with their shoes in their hands instead of on their feet, but none have their light on.

  “You know this has something to do with the guy who was looking at us,” I say, nearly wincing. I don’t know why, but I almost feel embarrassed to tell my best friend what happened.

  She takes a step back and smirks. “Uh huh,” she says giddily, “finally the truth comes out.”

  Zoe takes my hand and drags me over to a bench where we both plop down. I take an elastic out of my purse and throw my hair up into a ponytail like it should have been all night. I can’t believe I’m about to tell Zoe what happened, make it real.

  “I don’t know what happened,” I say. My face flushes with heat. “One second I’m eating a burger, and the next…”

  “His shoves his dick into you?” Zoe says, her eyes wide, a huge, anticipating smile on her face. She puts a hand on her forehead and shakes her head back and forth. “I knew it!”

  “God, no!” I say. “You think I would do that...that...for the first time with someone I didn’t even know?”

  “Honey, then what’s your excuse? You know lots of guys and you haven’t done it with any of them yet, either.”

  She’s correct. As much as I try to convince myself it’s the truth, my logic doesn’t make any sense. A random man would be as good as any of the jerks I know at school.

  “We just...made out a little.”

  “Right,” she says, smirking and nodding. “Made out.”

  “That’s correct,” I say. “And he...did something to me.”

  “Did he kiss you somewhere naughty? God, those lips were so amazing. I bet he had your pussy wet before he even got down there.”

  I blush and feel a spark inside my stomach. “I can’t believe we are talking about this out in public. And no, he didn’t.”

  I’ve never had a man do that to me, not even close. In fact, after all the first dates, second dates, and crap dates I’ve been on, I’ve never even had a man’s hands on me like tonight.

  “Do you see anyone around?” she makes an exaggerated show of looking around, at everything and nothing in particular. “It’s just us, babe. Now spill! I told you about my thing, now you tell me about yours!”

  “He just...oh my god.” I put my face in my hands, but I can’t help smiling. “He just touched me a little.”

  “Babe,” Zoe says, throwing her arm around my shoulders, “that’s fucking awesome. Just some innocent heavy petting on your 21st birthday. Love it!”

  I stand up and straighten my dress out. But there’s a little part of me that feels empty. My body feels incredible, the heat of his kisses still radi
ating inside me. But there’s a little tug on me, some feeling that I’ve done something wrong. Maybe I regret letting it happen, giving over to my most hidden desires.

  His touch, his fingers, his mouth on my neck.

  Letting him press himself against me, letting my mind wander to his cock, wanting to feel it in my hand. The way he told me to take it out. The way he told me he wouldn’t take it slow.

  Or maybe I regret stopping it, running away from him when he called out to me.

  I see a few yellow cabs approaching, and one has its light on. I hop up from the bench and wave it down, Zoe following behind me. We get in and she tells him we’re going back to the dorms. She says something about my birthday, and a special present I’ve been given. But I can’t focus on her or the ride. It’s a good thing she’s always the one who tells the driver where we’re going when we take cabs together. All I can think about is his words and his touch, and I watch my window as the park speeds past us.

  5

  Caleb

  I thank Danny and get out of the car, still feeling the electric hum of Ava inside my bones. I don’t think I’ve been this hard for this long since fucking college, when I had no clue what the hell I was doing and would go on dates that never ended in sex. Back then, I was too shy or too much of a pussy to make a move.

  This isn’t how I thought the night would turn out when I first saw her. It was a near fucking guarantee that I’d have my cum dripping down her chin by the the time I was done, but instead I’m alone with nothing but a stiff prick and confusion clouding my head.