by Rye Hart
CHAPTER NINE: MAGGIE
Even though I was hesitant to take the job working for Tyler, the day spent giving him the tour of Mountain View turned out to be one of the most enjoyable days since my mom passed away.
Maybe it was because I hadn’t spent a lot of time around men his age. Granted, he was just ten years older than me, but he seemed so worldly, so mature. The “cock flashing” incident aside, he was one of the smartest, most charming men I’d ever met.
He got misty-eyed when he talked about his dad and the little shop on the side street in Denver.
I wish all guys knew this about women. We love it when they cry. We love seeing their vulnerable, sensitive side.
Then his eyes danced as he talked about building the one little shop into a national chain, then branching out into hotels, tourism, and a dozen other things.
We walked and talked and laughed and huddled close to keep warm as we made our way around town.
As the day progressed, I got to know the real Tyler Jenner and he got to know the real me. It was hard to believe that I was getting paid just to hang out with him. It was the easiest money I would ever make.
* * *
The day seemed to fly by. By the time the tour was over, the sun was behind the mountain and the snow was falling again; it made for a beautiful scene. I’ve always thought my hometown looked like it belonged in a snow globe in winter.
Tyler held my hand so I wouldn’t slip as he helped me into the Hummer for the trip back to the cabin. I turned on the seat warmer and sighed happily as my bottom started to get toasty. I glanced over at Tyler. He was smiling at me and I felt my cheeks getting as warm as the ones I was sitting on.
We were halfway up the mountain when the snow really started coming down hard. The wind had picked up and it rocked the Hummer sideways as it climbed the mountain road. I looked over at Tyler, who’d gotten quiet. He was holding onto the wheel with both hands, leaning forward to see the road through the swirling snow.
“Where did this storm come from?” I asked, forcing a smile to lighten the mood. “I’m glad we’re not in my old Honda.”
Tyler gave my knee a comforting pat. “Don’t worry. This thing will get us there through just about anything.” He glanced over at me. “But I’m not sure your car will get you back down.”
I heard the words and all the little voices inside my head started screaming at once. Some were joyous that I might be trapped at the cabin with Tyler. The other voices, the ones not associated with the parts of my body below the neck, were telling me to beware.
* * *
Tyler was gallant. He parked the Hummer as close to the front door as he could, then trudged through the foot of snow to come around to help me out. Rather than simply take my hand and lead me to the door, he scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me up the steps of the porch.
“I can walk!” I said, hooking my arms around his neck.
“I’m not going to have you break a leg your first day at work,” he said. He held me easily in one arm and opened the door with the other. Once we were inside, he kicked the door shut with his heel and gently set me down.
“I’m not sure you can get down the mountain in this storm with that little car of yours,” Tyler said as he dusted the snow from his hair. He took off his coat and hung it on the hook, then waited for me to do the same.
“What am I going to do?” I asked.
I know, it was a stupid question, but it had to be asked.
“There’s plenty of room here,” Tyler said, cupping his hands and blowing into them. “We could have a sleepover.”
His eyes sparkled like a little kid on Christmas eve.
“A sleepover?” I folded my arms over my chest and gave him a wary look. “Exactly what does that mean?”
“It means, you go into the kitchen and get us a snack while I get a fire started in the den. We’ll eat strawberries and drink hot chocolate and toast marshmallows and thaw out our bones. Then you go to your room and I go to mine.”
“Promise?” I looked at him sideway and resisted the smile that was itching at my lips.
He held up three fingers and gave me a serious nod. “Scouts honor, ma’am. Now let’s go. I’m freezing my butt off.”
CHAPTER TEN: MAGGIE
While Tyler built the fire, I put together a tray of fresh strawberries, a caramel dip, slices of cheese, and an assortment of crackers. I fixed two large mugs of hot chocolate and layered the tops with tiny marshmallows.
It gave me time to pause and reflect over the day. I saw parts of Tyler that were actually genuine. It was as though he stopped trying to be someone he wasn’t. I had a feeling that I was the first person to see that side of him since his father passed away.
I liked that side of him.
Dammit Maggie. Are you falling for your boss? The same one that flashed you with his cock the day of your interview?
Maybe I was falling for the cock flashing mountain man.
Or, maybe a part of me wanted his cock. I guess my wet dreams since our first encounter was proof of that. Case closed.
The memory of seeing his erect manhood in his kitchen left me wondering what it must feel like having a man like Tyler inside of me.
Hmmm…
This boyishly sweet charm, or his beautiful sweet cock?
I was tired and I couldn’t make a decision what part of Tyler I wanted more. I decided not to think too much about it and just be myself.
By the time I came into the den holding the tray in my hands, the fire in the stone fireplace was roaring. Tyler was sitting on the bear skin rug in front of the fire, using a poker to position the logs.
“Wow, that’s some fire,” I said, feeling the heat the moment I stepped into the room. I sat down on the rug across from him and set the tray between us. “You really are a boy scout, aren’t you?”
“More of a woodsman,” he said, giving me a smile that was bathed in the glow of the fire. “My dad taught me how to build a fire when I was old enough to strike a match.”
“I always just use the fake logs you get at the store.”
“That’s cheating,” he said, clicking his tongue. “And they don’t put out the heat like real logs.”
He set the poker aside and picked up his mug of hot chocolate. He took a loud sip and grinned at me with melted marshmallow clinging to the tips of his moustache.
I giggled and handed him a napkin.
“This has been a great day,” he said, wiping his mouth. He stretched out to lie on his side on the rug and propped himself up on one elbow. He glanced at me from beneath his dark eyebrows. “Did you enjoy it as much as I did?”
I cupped the mug of hot chocolate between my hands and held it to my lips. I smiled back at him. “It was a lovely day,” I admitted.
“I’m sad to see it end,” he said.
“So am I.” I sighed happily and gave him a tired smile.
“It could be a lovely night too, you know.” He stared into the fire and said the words softly, as if he were afraid saying them too loudly might frighten me off.
I took a deep breath and held it for a moment. A thousand thoughts went through my head. Suddenly I felt empowered and had an energy rush over me. It felt like I was releasing a sensual part of me I left dormant all these years. It was time I did something for myself.
My body warmed with the desire to feel Tyler’s hands on me. I wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want to do. In fact, there wasn’t anything more I wanted at this very moment, and this time I was going to take the lead.
With the taste of hot chocolate still on my tongue, I leaned down and softly kissed his lips.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: TYLER
When Maggie leaned down to kiss me, I knew that she was mine. The master hunter nabs his allusive prey once again. Maggie Dean would be a magnificent trophy to add to my collection.
Yet, as I was patting myself on the back, a thought came to mind that perhaps, in this case, the hunter had become the hunted.
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sp; Maggie was a smart girl; too smart to fall for my bullshit.
She had proved that the first day we met.
I had not pulled anything over on her, and if she didn’t want to be here, she wouldn’t be.
Maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are, said the little voice inside my head.
It doesn’t matter, just shut up and fuck her.
Without breaking the kiss, I rolled to my back and pulled Maggie down to lie on top of me. She put her hands on my cheeks and swirled the tip of her tongue around mine. I put my arms around her and my hands clutched her ass. She straddled my crotch with hers and I pulled her into me. I could feel her cunt pushing against my cock, which was so hard I thought it might rip through my jeans.
She sat up and tugged the sweater over her head, then undid her bra and let it slide down her arms. Her tits were large and milky white and her nipples were like pink pebbles that longed for my touch. I cupped them in the palms of my hands and squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She moaned at the wonderful pain.
My cock was rigid beneath her. She started sliding her cunt along the length of it as I massaged her breasts. The heat was intense. I felt like I might explode any minute and we weren’t even undressed.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she said, tugging playfully at my shirt. I was pleasantly surprised by her drive. I liked a woman who could take charge.
She got up long enough to shimmy out of her jeans and panties while I wiggled around on the floor to get out of my clothes.
When I lay back, my cock stood straight up like the mast of ship, ready for her to impale her beautiful pussy on it.
She was staring at my cock with a gleam in her eye.
She licked her lips as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it to its full length.
“Now,” I said with a smile. “Where were we?”
CHAPTER TWELVE: MAGGIE
The overdue virgin in my head was trying to get me through my first time without having a panic attack.
Just breath, she told me.
You’ll get through this.
Just breath.
My eyes widened at the sheer size of Tyler’s thick cock, jutting up from his curly pubes like a flagpole.
Tyler was stroking his cock with his right hand as he smiled at me.
There was no way the entire thing would fit inside me, but I would gladly take in as much as I could.
I sat down beside him and my hand took the place of his. It was the first cock I’d ever touched. It was hard and thick and round, and I was awed by the feel of it. The skin moved up and down over the muscular shaft. I stroked the shaft upwards and squeezed. Little drops of clear liquid came out of the slit. Without thought or hesitation, I lowered my lips to the tip and sucked them away. It tasted warm and salty on my tongue.
Tyler closed his eyes and moaned, reaching down so his hand could probe my liquefied heat. I spread my legs to give him easier access. I was flowing like lava as his fingers slid over my folds and around my clit. He dipped two fingers into my pussy and slowly fucked me with them. My entire body was on fire as the first orgasm I’d ever had by someone else’s hand shuddered through me. I took his cock further into my mouth and held my breath as I came, washing his hand with my nectar.
I got to my knees so I could bob my head up and down over his shaft. I held the base firmly and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I almost gagged when the mushrooming head touched the back of my throat, but a few more strokes and I was taking him in with ease. My lips tightened around the shaft and I felt a shiver go through him.
He was close to coming and I wanted him to come inside of me.
I pulled my lips back from his cock and glanced up at him.
He was breathing heavily through his mouth and his eyes were glassy.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I want you inside of me,” I said. “But, Tyler you have to know something first.”
He got up onto his elbows and frowned. “Maggie, what it is?”
“I’ve never done this before,” I said softly.
He blinked at me for a moment. “You’ve never done what before?”
“This,” I said, wiggling his cock playfully. “I’ve never had a man’s cock inside me before.”
He looked at me as if he thought I was joking around.
“You’re fucking with me, right?”
“No. Honestly, I’ve never done this before.”
He frowned at me, like he was having a hard time believing what I was saying was true. “You’ve never fucked a man before?”
“You’ll be my first,” I said.
He let his eyes wander over my face. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, suddenly unsure that he should have pushed so hard.
“Oh yes, Tyler,” I said. I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock and gave it a little lick. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
* * *
Tyler took my hips and guided my slippery cunt above his cock. I did as he instructed. I straddled him and bent my knees and lowered myself until I felt the head of his cock touch my aching center.
“Now, a little lube,” he said with a smile. He rubbed his cock against my pussy and slathered it around to lubricate the head, then lubed the shaft with his fingers. He held himself steady and said, “When you’re ready, just lower yourself a little at a time. If it hurts, just stop.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I held his free hand and lowered myself onto him slowly. I felt the head slip into me and I stopped to take a breath. There was a little discomfort, but I didn’t care. There was no stopping me now.
I put my hands on his hard abs to brace myself, then slowly let him impale me inch by glorious inch.
The pain was sharp and sudden, but once it subsided, I was able to go until he was almost fully inside of me.
I felt my pussy stretch around him as he drove deep inside me.
It felt amazing.
He grabbed my hips and started to guide me in a rocking rhythm, but within seconds, instinct took over and I was no longer a virgin, but an eager participant.
I let my head hang and slid my hips back and forth.
Tyler’s cock moved in and out and brushed my clit with every stroke.
“Oh… god Tyler… I’m going to cum…”
I heard myself say the words aloud for the first time.
I loved the way they sounded coming in gusts of breath from my lips.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: TYLER
When Maggie told me that she was a virgin and wanted me to pop her sweet cherry, I honestly thought I was in a dream. Virgins are like Bigfoot: you hear about them, but you never see one!
There was no way a beautiful girl like Maggie could be a virgin. I couldn’t even comprehend how her gorgeous ass had never been fucked before.
Be she is a virgin.
And I’m probably the luckiest bastard in Colorado.
She still has her cherry and she wants me to pop it for her.
My brain did a fucking happy dance, though I tried to be cool about it. Women like sensitive men who take things like virginity as something serious and sacred. It probably would have ruined the mood if I had started whooping and hollering and high fiving.
I was one lucky son of a bitch, all right.
I was like the fucking Starship Enterprise.
My cock was about to go where no man had gone before.
Maybe I didn’t deserve her, but by God I was gonna have her. Nothing was gonna stop me now from making some sweet cherry pie.
All that macho shit aside, for a beautiful girl like Maggie to give me something as precious as her cherry was pretty damn amazing. I knew I had to set the bar high. I had to make her first time amazing, because I wanted to have her again and again and again.
She started lowering her pussy onto my cock and I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there.
I have never felt anything so tight and wet and hot.
I watched myself disappear into her inch by inch.
I gritted my teeth and told myself to just hang on a few seconds more.
I felt the tip of my cock brush against the little veil inside her and then I felt myself push through it.
Maggie winced in pain and the breath caught in her throat, but after a moment she looked at me with tears in her eyes and smiled.
She was okay.
We were okay.
She closed her eyes and began to ride my cock like she’d been doing it all her life.
Maggie moaned and told me she was close to coming.
I was right there with her.
I felt every muscle in my body tense as her tight box milked my cock for all it was worth. Every nerve in my body was on fire as I emptied myself inside of her.
Maggie shuddered and moaned my name as I filled her with hot cum and she washed me with her warm juices.
We writhed and moaned for a moment more, then Maggie fell limp against my chest with my cock resting happily inside her.
I brushed the hair back and gave her forehead a kiss.
She looked up at me and smiled sleepily.
“Can I get on that ride again?” she asked.
I grinned at her and said, “As many times as you like.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: MAGGIE
What’s it like to be snowed in with a man like Tyler Jenner for two whole days? In a word: AWESOME!!
We slept late, then woke up and had sex.
We went downstairs to have breakfast, and had sex.
We took a shower together, and had sex.
We went out to play in the snow, and… well, you get the idea.
Tyler said I was making up for lost time and I said I didn’t care what he called it.
I called it having the time of my life.
I didn’t have any regrets losing my virginity to Tyler.
By Wednesday morning the sun was out and the snowplows were busy clearing the roads. I stood at the kitchen island sipping coffee, watching Tyler scarf down four eggs and a pound of sausage.
