Mountain Man's Valentine

by Lauren Milson

  “Well, I’ve know your dad for a while now, and your last names don’t match. So my question is why you lied about your name. You’re not a Jones; you’re a Murray.”

  “Oh,” she says, “that.” She bites her lip and shrugs her shoulders.

  “I should punish you for lying, young lady.”

  “I wasn’t lying,” she says casually. “I use my mom’s last name. So I might be a Murray in spirit, but not in name.”

  She takes her Metrocard out of a compartment inside her bag and starts toward the subway, but I grab her by the hand and pull her back to me.

  “No girl of mine takes the subway,” I say, taking out my phone. “I’ll text Danny to come pick us up.”

  “I don’t mind the subway, really,” she says brightly, her gorgeous smile lighting up her face. “There’s no need to spend money on a cab.”

  “Not a cab, sweetheart. Danny’s my driver. Not some guy from the local car service.”

  “Your driver?” she stutters, trying to act cool.

  “That is correct,” I say, shooting Danny my location. We could take the subway, but there’s no reason. “There’s no possible way you actually like taking the subway.”

  “I do like it,” she protests. “But I can see why you wouldn’t want to get on public transportation wearing that.” She lifts her eyebrows and peeks down at my shorts.

  “It’s not like I’d sit down on the subway in this,” I say, shaking my ass a little bit for her. “And anyway, I don’t like taking a seat on the subway. I’ve found that the people most in need of a seat and the first to give them up. Old ladies, people with a lot of shopping bags or kids. There’s enough dickhead guys man-spreading on the subway without me adding my ass to the mix.”

  “I thought men who had big...you know...were the ones with the biggest spread.”

  “No, baby. They’re the ones who want you to think they have the big dicks. The aggressive ones. And they’ll pretend to be a asleep when a lady with a baby carriage gets on.”

  “Huh,” she says, looking up at me with a smirk. “I guess I never thought of it like that. And here I was thinking those were the guys who had it made. You know, the big job, lots of money, hot girlfriend. Or if not a girlfriend, then at least an endless parade of sexy girls coming in and out of their beds on a weekly basis.”

  “You stick with me,” I say. “I’ll teach you all about what it means to be a man. You haven’t been with the right kind of man yet.”

  I’ve never meant anything as much as I mean that. Before me, she was probably getting hit on by limp-pricked losers who thought blowing empty hot air around made them into big powerful men.

  She puts her arms around me and gives me a sweet hug. God, I need to have her. Danny can’t get here with the car fast enough.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” I groan as my fingers caress the deep curve along her waist out to her hips. I want to trace that curve with my tongue instead, flip her over onto her hands and knees and spank her while I drive my tongue deep into her hot pink pussy.

  14

  Ava

  I’m not sure that I’ve ever met a guy who has a driver on retainer. I’ve met guys at the law school at the university whose dads have attorneys on retainer, and they act like their family being sued is some kind of badge of honor.

  “Here’s the man!” Caleb puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me to a sleek black town car that’s pulled up on the corner of 54th and 1st Avenue. I expect the man driving to get out of the car to rush around to get the door for me, but I’m relieved when he doesn’t. It would be too awkward, and it wouldn’t fit Caleb. He may be rich and hot, but he’s not a pompous ass. He might be assertive and domineering, but he’s not a jerk.

  Caleb gets the door for me and I scoot in. The backseat smells like the fresh leather interior of a car that’s brand new. Caleb tells Danny that he know where we’re going, and Danny turns around to look at us, putting a hand behind the passenger side headrest.

  “Central Park Zoo? Queens Museum? Yankee Stadium?”

  “No, Danny,” Caleb says, slipping his arm around my shoulder, “we’re going home.”

  Danny looks straight ahead at Caleb as though he’s purposely trying not to look at his short shorts. He says nothing, as though Caleb’s goofy like this all the time.

  “So sweetheart,” Caleb says, brushing his fingertips against my shoulder, “you didn’t tell me why you use your mom’s last name.”

  “Oh,” I sigh, looking out the window. We’re stuck in traffic, and that’s fine with me. Part of me is afraid of what’s about to happen. I’m nervous, okay? Zoe would tell me I’m ridiculous and I should just tell him what the hell is going on with me, that I’ve been saving myself for no good reason in particular, that it just hasn’t happened yet for some reason. She’d say that I should dangle that in front of him and string him along, not giving it up until I’m satisfied that he’s treated me right.

  But I want to do it tonight. Caleb’s been sweeter to me than any other guy has, and that’s even considering that he soaked my panties during our first conversation.

  I feel myself losing control, coming undone. And I like the feeling of spinning out of control. I love it. I’m afraid, but I still love it.

  And now, his car can’t get to his place fast enough.

  “It’s just a personal choice for me,” I say, thinking about why it really is that I don’t use my dad’s last name. “I guess I never thought about it too much.”

  “There has to be a reason,” he says. “Your name is important. The way you say it tells people a lot about who you are. I can’t imagine you wouldn’t be proud to call yourself a Murray,” he adds.

  “No, you’re right,” I say, “but there’s a lot of baggage that comes with that. Back before I was in college, I actually used my dad’s last name, but I found that people made assumptions about me.”

  “I know how that is,” Caleb says, laughing and looking out the window on his side. “But you also have all the blessings and privileges of being your father’s daughter.”

  “What about you?” I say as he puts a reassuring hand on my knee. His fingers are warm and inviting in the fresh, air-conditioned atmosphere of the car. “You must know what it’s like to have people judge you before they get to know you.”

  “You have no idea, babe. In fact, that’s why it was so amazing to meet you for the first time. You didn’t judge me. I’m used to everyone in this town knowing exactly who I am, at least the people I tend to meet. It’s so boring. The same women, the same guys. In fact, one of the women at the park is an investor in the company. So I tend to see the same faces over and over.”

  “Excuse me,” I say, smirking. “Boring? Your life?”

  “It can be sometimes, yeah.”

  “I can’t imagine sex every single night with a different person to be boring.”

  He flashes me a big smile. “You tell me.”

  “Me? I ask, squirming in my seat. “Very funny.”

  “Isn’t that what college is like these days? Hooking up, cuddle puddle, all that? Girls making out with girls, even the straight ones?”

  I take a deep breath and exhale with a shaky pause. “Not for me.”

  “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He takes his hand off my knee and wraps me up in his arms as I lean my head against his bare chest.

  “I...I’ve never done that before.”

  “You’ve never been with another girl? It’s okay if you aren’t into experimenting. Hell, I’ve never been with another guy before. Just not my thing.” He pats me on the top of the head and I look up into his deep, dark green eyes. God, I could get lost in them, just stare into them all night while my fingers trail against his chest. I don’t even need to go any further. This feels so good just the way it is.

  “No,” I say, putting my head down again. It’s embarrassing to admit something so intimate to someone for the first time. “I’m...a virgin.”

  I don’t know how Caleb is go
ing to react. Zoe thinks it’s a good thing that I’m a virgin, but me, I’m not so sure.

  His chest tenses up a little under my cheek, and I know it’s all over. He doesn’t want to muck up something that’s untouched; he doesn’t want the responsibility. I can tell. Which I don’t blame him for. At least he isn’t going to just fuck with me and then dump me like so many guys have done to Zoe. She doesn’t seem to care, but I couldn’t handle that.

  I guess it just means more to me.

  After a few breaths, Caleb breaks the silence.

  “I really wasn’t expecting you to say that,” he says, stroking my hair. “This is wonderful news.”

  I start breathing again, unaware that I was holding my breath until I start breathing again, swallowing away the lump in my throat as butterflies fill my stomach.

  “Wonderful? You mean you aren’t going to kick me out of the car?”

  “Kick you out?” he leans down to whisper. “I’m going to keep you here forever, sweetheart. Here.” He pulls my hand to his chest and guides my fingers over the muscles encasing his heart. “I’ve got you. No one else.”

  15

  Caleb

  My sweetheart is a virgin? My cock struggles to be let free inside my shorts. She looks so fucking beautiful against my chest, and I slip her hand into mine and she lets out a little moan. That’s why she came so easily that night. She’s a virgin, untouched by any other fucker’s hand, by their mouth, their cock.

  She isn’t a sexual freak; she’s innocent and maybe a little confused.

  There was no confusion when I had her clit between my fingers, sliding my digits up and down her pussy.

  “Baby, you’re ready for me to have you, aren’t you?” I touch the hem of her shorts cautiously as my heart pounds inside the barrel of my chest. “You’re ready, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she says, looking at me with all the steadfast confidence I need from her. She knows what she wants, and she knows she wants it from me.

  I slip my fingers up the hem of her shorts until I get to her panties, the white cotton panties she creamed when I brought her off earlier.

  “You’re going to need a change of underwear now that you’re with me. I’m going to have you dropping your little panties left and right and they’re going to be too dirty to put back on.”

  She lets out a sweet gasp as my fingers connect with her clit through the fabric.

  “Enough for now,” I say, pulling my hand away. This is the best part. The fucking excruciating moments until I get to slide my entire length inside her dripping pussy.

  We pull up to the curb outside my apartment building and I tip Danny an extra $100 and tell him to go home. I won’t be needing him any more tonight, because I have no intentions of seeing daylight until tomorrow morning. For tonight, it’s going to be me and Ava on my bed, in my shower, fuck, overlooking the setting sun against the curve of the Earth while I fuck her at the window in my living room.

  “This is your place?” she asks, stepping out the car and putting her delicate hand into mine.

  “Hell yes,” I say, striding to the front door and putting my hands out like I’m the fucking King of New York, because that’s how I feel. “I knew you’d be impressed. We’ve got all the modern amenities. Refrigerators. An elevator that works. Live-in super.”

  She looks up and surveys the building, smiling. “I’m relieved. I guess I assumed that you lived in a penthouse with a 24 hour gym and concierge. This is much more down to Earth.”

  “It was my parents’ place. I like it here. It’s comfortable. I don’t need anything more. Don’t get me wrong, I own other places, but they’re investments, and I’ll occasionally have a party at one of them. But day-to-day, I like it here better. And,” I add, “I technically do live in the penthouse. All it means is that it’s the top floor.”

  We make our way into the lobby and see Eddie with his feet up, reading a newspaper like he always is. He peers over the top and his eyes light up when he sees my Ava.

  “Hello, there!” he says, jumping to his feet and rushing over to shake her hand. “Welcome to my building.”

  “I guess it technically is his building,” I say when she looks at me with a bemused expression. “He cares for it. He’s always the one to call when there’s a problem.”

  “Nice to meet you,” she says, giving him a firm handshake. I’ve had my share of girls at the apartment, and none of them has been as kind to Eddie as she has. Most of them just walk right past him without saying hello. Granted, some of them were nice to him, but their interactions were icy. Like they were better than him. And that’s something I can’t fucking stand.

  Just another check mark under the column Ava has marked “perfect.” Scratch that, there is no other column. Everything about her is a fucking ray of sunshine.

  “There’s also laundry in the building,” I say as I take her hand and wink to Eddie. We walk to the elevators, and once we’re alone, I take her into my arms and kiss her hard and deep. “I think I’m going to be doing a lot of laundry with you around.”

  “Huh?” she breaks away from me and cocks her head to the side. “You do laundry?”

  “You didn’t think a man like me would do laundry? How else are we going to get all your dirty panties clean?”

  The elevator dings and we fall back into it, a tangled mess of kisses, her body desperately pushing against my raging hardon. I want to take her right fucking now in the elevator, push her up against the wall and lift her little curvy body up onto my cock, sink into her and make her pussy spread and cream all over me.

  But I fucking restrain myself, pulling her with me out of the elevator when it lands at the top floor with a ding, like she’s good and cooked and ready to be fucked.

  I pull my keys out of my gym bag and we enter the apartment, and I don’t give her a second to look at the place.There’s going to be enough time later for a tour of the apartment.

  “I’m going to be gentle with you at first,” I say, looking deeply into her eyes. “But not for long. Is that okay, sweetheart?”

  She looks up at me, her eyes swimming with desire, and nods sweetly. Fuck, I don’t know if I’ve ever had a virgin before and I don’t give a shit, because I’m going to be her first and her last and she’ll be my last, and there’s nothing else I want than to be with her.

  “That’s okay,” she says. “I can take it.”

  “You’re a beauty.” I lift her up, my hands kneading her ass as I bring her legs around my waist and walk over to the bedroom. It’s easy to hold her, and it feels right. I don’t want to let her go, but we have to get out of the clothes separating our skin from each other’s.

  I lay her down on the bed and she props herself up on her elbows. I’m already not wearing a shirt, and I stand there with my hands on my hips, relishing the sight of her in the glow of the orange and pink early evening sun pouring through the window of the 40th floor.

  “Take your shirt off for me, sweetheart,” I command, my voice filling the room. My sweet little Ava shyly pulls her shirt up and over her head, blocking her full breasts from me. “Don’t hide from me. Show me.”

  She slowly brings her hands down and leans forward, crawling toward me on the bed. Fuck, now she has her lips inches away from my crotch, her big eyes looking up into mine and her lips slightly parted with want, like she can’t wait to open up wide for my big dick.

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?” I say gently. My fingertips brush a few strands of hair out of her face. “I know you young people have a different meaning for the word virgin. When I was young, a virgin was someone who’d never even been touched before. Now you young people have anal sex to preserve your virginity, making it all about a fucking technicality.”

  “You’re right,” she says, licking her lips, her fingers trembling at my waistband. Fuck, I want to pull my shorts down and pop my dick into her mouth, the fucking muscle of sin buried deep between her pretty pink lips. “People my age do...things...to make sur
e that they’re still a virgin technically. I think it’s silly. What’s the point?”

  “So you’ve never been touched before me?” I ask, my heart about to leap out of my fucking chest, break through my ribcage.

  “No, never.”

  “Have you ever seen a cock before, my love?” She leans forward with her hands and drags her pretty fingers over the muscles of my lower stomach, and down, like she’s scared.

  “It won’t bite, sweetheart. Go ahead. At your own pace. Once you’re ready.”

  It’s all I can do to not pull my cock out and throw her down on the bed, pulling her shorts down while she moans and rip off her panties to shove myself inside her wet, ripe cunt.

  She looks up at me and blinks, a shy smile growing across her face. She pulls my shorts down slowly, and my throbbing cock bounces free as the elastic comes down past it.

  “Fuck,” I groan, seeing her hand wrap up around me as she licks the precum leaking off the swollen purple head. Her tongue swipes across the sensitive area underneath my slit, delicately and carefully licking me clean like she’s trying to win some kind of fucking award.

  “Is that right?” she coos, her tongue coming up along her upper lip to lick away some of my salty mess.

  “That’s good baby. Really good. You go at your own pace.” I put my hands on the back of her head and rake my fingers through her hair, feeling her face push forward against my cock; her lips open up and squeeze around me, bringing it slowly into her mouth, her wet lips dragging along its length as it goes in. “Baby, that’s it.”

  She pulls it back out carefully and licks up and down the length, making it all wet and shiny with her sweet mouth.

  “You like doing this for me, don’t you?” I groan, my eyes in disbelief that I could have gotten this beautiful virgin into my bed.

  “Yes,” she says, bringing her fingers around me and pumping. “Am I doing a good job?”