Safe on the Mountain: A Mountain Man Romance

by Alexandria Thayer

  My fingers lazily play with his hair as he takes his time forcing his broad tongue into my hole then dragging it up to tease my clit. Time slows down - it could be minutes or hours. I don’t really know or care. But I can feel the heat of an orgasm boiling inside me.

  My moans are louder, panting as he focuses on my clit again, flicking and swirling around it. One of his hands moves from my leg, back under me to my entrance. I groan again, remembering how thick his fingers are.

  A fingertip presses against my lips, opening me up and finding the hot, wet center of me. He circles it around my opening, teasing me again, forcing louder and louder moans from me, before plunging into me, deep and fast.

  With his lips around my clit, that’s all I can take. I let out the loudest sound yet as my abs tighten, my thighs pulsing with the tension of this impending orgasm. My heels dig into the back of Brock’s shoulders as my back arches, forcing Brock to suck tighter onto my clit.

  His thick finger is filling me already and I can feel the walls of my pussy clenching around him. He finger fucks me, coaxing more and more pleasure from this wave of orgasm.

  I’m bucking into his face, screaming now, shaking all over. My muscles are tight, flexing and pulsing with each wave.

  Brock’s mouth and fingers ride it out with me, his head keeping up with the movements of my hips. For the first time in months, my mind is completely clear. I had no idea I needed that release so badly.

  Brock pulls his mouth away from me, leaving his fingers inside. He comes up to face me, pressing his mouth to me. His beard smells like me, and it turns me on more than I can fathom.

  We indulge in deep kiss, sharing the taste of my orgasm. The insane orgasm he just gave me.

  Brock pulls away, looking into my eyes. He curls his fingers up into me, forcing my back to arch and mouth to open again.

  “I want to watch you cum,” he growls, staring into my eyes. It startles me. Being face to face during an orgasm is so vulnerable. So intimate. But another push of his fingers convinces me. I need more of him.

  His free hand is up around the back of my head and he’s propped himself up on an elbow. From this angle I can see all of him - the bulging pecs, the tan expanse of abs, the happy trail of hair I was drooling over yesterday, and his fat cock.

  I’ve daydreamed about how big he might be before, but this blows all my estimations out of the water. His head is swollen, wide and almost purple with need. My mouth waters as I take in each vein running down his shaft. He’s got to be as big around as my wrist and probably nine inches long. He’s going to fill up every inch of me.

  Brock sees me eyeing his cock and grins.

  “You like my cock?” he asks, nipping at the side of my jaw. He straightens up to look me in the eye. I don’t have words - I just nod and stare.

  “I’ve wanted to be inside you for so long, Callie,” he growls, his eyes looking deep into mine. Fuck, his heated stare could almost make me cum by itself.

  He’s been slowly pushing his finger in and out of me, adding a second one to stretch me even further. I feel so full already.

  I jerk as both fingers reach up to my g-spot, letting out another yelp of pleasure.

  “Mmmmm, yes, honey. Come on my fingers,” he says as he pushes against me with his cock, its heat burning against the skin on my hip.

  I grip his thick forearm and moan as he hits a new spot inside me. I didn’t really think I’d be back to my wild, sexual self again, but I feel my inner siren slowly seeping out.

  I grit my teeth, thanking my lucky stars that Brock knows just the right spot to hit.

  “Harder,” I tell him.

  His eyes shoot open in surprise. But it’s instantly replaced with a naughty smile. His eyes darken and he does as he’s told, forcing his thick fingers into me deeper.

  My head rolls back and I let out something between a giggle and a moan. So happy.

  “Yes, Brock. More. Harder,” I demand, digging my nails into his forearm. He grunts a response and I can feel his cock twitch against me. I’m so close.

  His fingers find a rhythm, pumping in and up into my pussy. He has no clue how well he’s fingering me.

  He’s watching me, never taking his eyes off mine. I know my face is doing all kinds of things as I near this orgasm, but I don’t care. His fingers feel so good inside me.

  I’m up to screaming now, shouting yes with every push inside me.

  “Brock...fuck… I’m gonna cum,” I say, panting. I can feel it building in my pussy. I hope he doesn’t mind getting messy - I can’t hold back now.

  “Fuck, yes,” he groans, watching me bite my lip and squirm. I can tell he loves watching me writhe under his touch.

  His arm muscles bulge as he pistons his fingers into me. He’s added a third finger now, stretching me beyond what I think I’ve ever taken.

  I hear the wetness start to overflow from my pussy - just a few more strokes. My head rolls back and a deep moan comes out of me as he breaks the peak of my orgasm.

  His fingers are swimming in my juices as I squirt all over his hand and arm. I try to keep my thighs open for him. Brock continues to pump his fingers into me, watching each burst of cum cover his arm. He grinds his dick against me, letting out a slew of expletives as his continues to finger fuck me through this orgasm.

  My brain is on fire and I can’t even remember when I started cumming. My pussy is pulsing with each squirt of juice. Brock ducks down to my pussy, lapping up every drop he can get of my orgasm. It’s all over my thighs and stomach, with plenty soaking the bed. I hope he doesn’t mind.

  With both of us still panting, Brock climbs back up to face me. I’m almost drunk in the afterglow.

  “Sorry,” I giggle. “I couldn’t stop it.”

  “No, don’t be,” he says, dragging is lips across my chest. “That was incredible.”

  He slowly kisses my breast, across my ribs to the other side. He groans with each kiss and it feels like he’s still licking my cum off my stomach.

  “I’ve never seen anything like that in person,” he says.

  My fingers are in his hair. “It feels unbelievable,” I tell him, still feeling my leg muscles involuntarily clench with the aftershock.

  Even though he’s still blatantly hard against my hip, Brock slowly kisses me. Tender now, instead of the passionate, rough kisses from earlier. I hope he’s knows I’m not done with him.

  Brock

  I’m still in shock that this is happening with Callie at all - but that last orgasm? Holy fucking shit. I’ve never dreamed I’d see a squirter in person, much less get to make Callie scream as she came all over my hand.

  I don’t know if she’s ready, or sore, so I take my time, dragging my hands up her legs and stomach, softly squeezing her breasts, enjoying every inch of her. She’s got a lazy grin on her face, staring up at me.

  She’s stunning. Her cheeks are flushed, a tiny line of sweat is around her hairline, her bun of hair is now basically a halo around her head. But she’s got me mesmerized.

  Her fingers reach up to stroke my beard. I lean down to kiss her. I have so many feelings coursing through me - and I’m shocked to realize horniness is not the strongest one.

  This woman is incredible. And she needs to know it.

  Her hands go to my back, pulling me onto her. I wasn’t sure if she would want anything else - or be able to take it. My fingers hardly fit into her, so I know it might hurt her to actually have sex.

  I get between her thighs, my cock hard as steel, begging for something. Anything. I look down at Callie’s body, dragging a finger down her stomach. I bite my lip, taking her all in.

  “Are you sure you’re good?” I ask one more time. I know the answer, but I have to ask. I want her to know I actually care.

  She nods, smiling, as she reaches for my cock. Her hand squeezes around me, pushing out a bead of precum. She swipes it off with her thumb and brings it to her mouth. She sucks her finger, going painfully slow for my pleasure. I watch her lips wrap ar
ound her own finger, dreaming about putting my cock there.

  I readjust my cock head lower until it’s at the entrance of her pussy. It was already wet when we started, but she’s soaked now. Her thighs are slick and coating mine as I slowly sink into her.

  Callie’s eye jolt open at the pressure - it’s so tight. It feels like the latest orgasm closed her up tighter than before. I press slowly and we both feel a pop as the thick head of my cock makes it inside.

  She groans, her hands coming around my back to pull me closer. I know this won’t be sex when I see the way she’s watching me. This is about both of us, not just getting what we need from each other, but giving it to one another. She wants my pleasure as much as I want hers. She eyes me as I go deeper, and I can’t help but sigh as I finally seat myself completely in her. As my eyes close and I bite my lip at the feel of her, she opens her legs wider, letting me sink deeper into her core.

  Her walls clench around me and I drop my head down to her. Fuck, she feels incredible. I stay up on my elbows, trying not to crush her body beneath me as I start to roll my hips into her.

  We start slow, staring at each other, both teasing with every movement. I must hit the perfect angle, because her head falls back to the bed and she lets out a soft, gorgeous moan.

  I reach one hand up to her throat. So long and beautiful. I can see the muscles in her neck working as she moans again. I pull back until just the fat tip of my cock is inside her, poised above her. Then I’m slowing working in circles, teasing the outer ridge of her slick pussy.

  She turns her head to look at me, whimpering, needing all of me inside her. I take my time teasing this tight hole, loving the way her eyes are almost begging me to fill her up.

  She lets out one more moan before I put my full weight behind a thrust - now my bedroom is filled with Callie’s noises, louder as I start to pump into her harder.

  I go deep, pressing against her clit, stretching the walls of her pussy as her nails dig into my back. I can’t wait to see the artwork of scratches she leaves on me.

  I lean down, careful to not put my full weight on her. I want to be as close to her as possible. I go deep and stay there, rocking back and forth, across and over, making sure to hit her clit with all my movements. She’s pressing her forehead against my neck and I’m getting lost in all the perfect noises she’s making.

  Her head falls back and we make eye contact again. I keep my eyes on hers as I keep rocking, picking up speed bit by bit. Her hands come to both sides of my face, making sure we can see each other through this moment. It’s unspoken between us: this is so much more than sex.

  I shift and must his a new spot, because Callie’s back arches sharply and she starts panting through her moans. Nothing has ever been sexier than this goddess moaning while I’m inside her.

  “I’m gonna cum again…. Fuck, Brock…”

  I try concentrate on her lips, the curve of her neck, the brightness in her eyes. But I don’t have a chance here. I can’t last much longer with Callie moaning like this. She’s too beautiful like this. I pick up my pace, determined to make her cum on my cock this time.

  Her face is a mix of insane pleasure and almost pain as I ram into her. I know I’m probably breaking her, but I can’t stop now. She seems to be loving it. Her breathing is in time with my strokes, making me push harder and faster towards her release. I don’t care about my own right now. Seeing her cum will definitely put me over the edge.

  “Right there….Oh my God, Brock….” she pants out as her legs clamp around me and I feel the walls of her pussy pulse.

  She lets out an incredibly loud and sexy scream as I push her over that peak. I can hear and feel the wetness building in her pussy. I can’t believe my cock is doing this to her.

  She rolls her hips up to meet mine. Her hands are gripping the sheets and I can see her arms straining with the release. My balls are suddenly coated with her orgasm and I can’t hold back any longer.

  I roar against Callie’s neck as I pump as hard as possible into her sweet, wet pussy. She continues to scream, her pulsing in perfect sync with my cock. My cum starts to fill her up, mixing with her own juices, making the best wet noises as I ride her through both our orgasms.

  The base of my cock continues to throb, stretching her even further. I finally slow down, watching Callie’s glow as she comes down from her orgasm. She’s so fucking beautiful.

  I’m still on top of her, feeling both our wetness dripping out around me. I press up to my hands, getting ready to roll off her, when Callie’s hands wrap around my neck.

  “Just stay here for a minute,” she whispers.

  I lay on top of her, lazily kissing her. I don’t have the energy to do much else after this. I’m still half hard inside her and adjust on top of her, earning one more moan before I cover her mouth with mine.

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  We get back in the shower to clean up, playfully lathering each other up. Now that we’ve crossed that physical threshold, I can’t get enough of her. Every opportunity for a kiss, caress, or smack on the ass is taken - happily.

  We get dressed after a luxurious shower. With no clean clothes around, Callie opts for one of my flannels. As if she wasn’t sexy enough, seeing her in my clothes, lips still swollen, her skin flushed from all the pleasure I just gave her - that we just shared - makes my many feelings on this woman flare. I couldn’t dream of a more beautiful sight.

  Downstairs, we still can’t stop touching each other. Callie offers to make dinner while I check on the horses - I’ve neglected my duties long enough. I kiss her several times before I leave, giving her ass a firm squeeze.

  In an hour, I’m back in a house that’s been transformed. It was just a building before - a few walls and some furniture. But after the shit we’ve been through, seeing Callie here cooking, singing, playing with Cookie, happy as can be...I know it’s a home now. And I never want to let it go.

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  Over dinner, we tell stories, getting to know each other more and more through every tale. Some are lighthearted and charming, others we tell because it feels necessary to lay all our baggage out for each other. There’s an unspoken change here: we’re together.

  It seems the physical connection tore down some of Callie’s walls. She told me about losing her mom, the distant relationship with her dad, and better memories about her childhood. I even offer some of my history, explaining the complicated relationship with my parents.

  We come back around to her move up here, and I broach a subject I’ve been nervous to ask about.

  “Have you thought about… with the guy,” I sputter out, seeing her body language change in an instant. I reach out under the table, giving her a reassuring squeeze on her knee. “Have you thought about trying to find him? Press charges?”

  “I...I don’t know. I don’t know what it would take to find him. And I know I couldn’t face him in court. It would be...way too much. The police didn’t care when it just happened…” she trails off. “I doubt they’ll care now.”

  I see the pain in her eyes. Reliving it would be her worst nightmare. And seeing her suffer like that would be mine too. But that piece of shit can’t just walk free.

  “I’m going to figure something out. Don’t worry.”

  Callie

  We land in Austin, just a few days after that exhausting fiasco with Gabe. It feels like a month has gone by since then. Brock and I get a rental car at the airport and start the drive into the city I ran away from.

  Memories come rushing back. Dinners here with girlfriends. Shopping trips there with mom. This city holds a lot of emotional weight over me - I’m hoping this trip can take some of it away.

  Brock made several calls that night we spoke about finding the guy. I was reluctant to rehash any of this. We talked for hours, almost all night, about finding closure and getting me in a better headspace. I kept pausing in the conversation to realize what an amazing man I stumbled on who cares this much.

  As crazy as it is, Brock’s
family connections do stretch all the way to Texas. His mom came from political royalty down here, so friends, acquaintances, and favors waiting to be used are everywhere. We go straight to a generic office building in a boring neighborhood of North Austin - probably the most inconspicuous place you could be.

  After doing the necessary greetings, Brock’s PI gets down to business. He’s back-tracked the night it all happened: the bar, my drive home, my apartment building. He’s got copies of CC video from several different business. When I ask how that’s possible, the PI answers without missing a beat: I know some people.

  All the details are a blur. I try not to fixate on anything too long. My eyes are focusing on the swirls of wood grain in the table, trying to avoid photos and words and paperwork in front of me. Brock grips my hand under the table - he can see that I’m fading. I can’t listen to much more of this.