Mountain Man Baby Daddy

by Vivien Vale

Denim. A zipper. My boxer briefs. Then nothing.

  Three layers of clothes are all that separates Chloe’s perfect tongue from laying those sweet kisses up and down my dick.

  When I was a kid, I used to have nightmares about showing up at the library without any pants on. Pretty sure everybody does.

  But right now, that nightmare sounds like a fucking dream.

  Chloe’s lipstick is as red as my convertible. It leaves little lip prints up and down the crotch of my jeans. When we walk out of here, I realize, anyone we see is going to know exactly what Chloe and I went to the library for.

  And no matter how much we enjoy the written word, it’s pretty fucking obvious right now that the only thing we’re reading is each other’s bodies.

  Chloe is like a scientist, testing and making notes of my every reaction when one of her kisses presses up against the thickness of my cock.

  And me? I’m just the lucky son of a bitch who gets to lean back and enjoy being the test subject to Chloe’s blowjob experiment. If there were more labs like this one, every asshole on the planet would want to go into science.

  But Chloe and I aren’t scientists. No, we’re lit snobs. As she bites down on my zipper and drags it downward with her teeth; I can’t help but chuckle to myself.

  “You’re a dirty fucking slut, Chloe,” I say, smoothing down her hair as she successfully unzips my jeans. “One little book is all it takes to turn you from an intellectual lit nerd into a nasty little whore.”

  “Problem?” she asks, grinning up at me.

  “Not at all.”

  “I warned you. I fucking love books.”

  Chloe rubs her face up against the bulge in my jeans the way I’ve seen a cat rub up against a beloved human’s leg. I read somewhere that they do that to mark their territory. They signal to other cats that that human is theirs.

  Maybe that’s what Chloe is doing now—rubbing up against my cock so that other women will know who I belong to.

  Admittedly, belonging to slutty little Chloe doesn’t seem like that bad of a deal.

  “Do you realize how many people could be watching us right now?” I ask her. “Staring at this hot little piece of ass while she goes down on her knees around millions of dollars of near-priceless literature?”

  Sex in public isn’t something that many women usually go for after all. The fantasy of the danger might get them off, but going through with it, really, honestly getting down on their knees and worshiping a big fucking cock where anyone can see? That takes balls.

  As Chloe slides my boxers down to reveal my cock and dips her slick little lips down to kiss it’s base, I realize, and so does Chloe.

  She kisses my balls so sweet and so good that it knocks the wind out of my chest. My lips pull back in a snarl as, instinctively, I grab the back of her head and twist my fingers into her hair.

  So much of wanting Chloe is just instinct. Pure and simple. She’s sexy as fuck, she’s got the face of an angel, and she takes cock like a dream and she’s smart. Whip smart.

  She’s like a sexy librarian in her own right, though most of the librarians I know would take offense to that.

  Chloe licks my balls in long warm strokes of her tongue, and I imagine her like that for a moment—a fine-ass librarian that I can take the pencil skirt off and bend over the card catalog, fucking her until her horn-rimmed glasses fall off.

  God. I want to fuck Chloe until she’s too dumb to fucking read. Fuck her cross-eyed and stupid until all she’s good for is taking cock.

  Later, maybe I will.

  First things first, though.

  I want this girl’s hot little mouth, and if I have to take it, so be it.

  Chloe is currently sucking my balls into her mouth, first one then the other, then both at once. She looks up at me when she takes both of them, twitching her nose and giggling.

  Her laugh sends vibrations through them that feel so fucking good, I consider making her scream and seeing what that will feel like next. But more importantly, I realize…

  “You look like a slutty little chipmunk,” I say, unable to control my laugh.

  But laughing makes my cock twitch, and my cock twitching only makes me want to fuck this sexy fucking slut’s throat all the more.

  I pull Chloe’s head back, and my balls pop out of her mouth with a gorgeously wet little noise.

  She giggles again, and now I wish I was still inside her.

  “Slutty little chipmunk,” she repeats. “With my mouth full of nuts.”

  “Oh, I’ll give you a mouth full of nuts,” I growl.

  Chloe’s eyes fill with delight at the prospect as her mouth falls open into a soft little O.

  I take the opportunity to level my rock-hard ten-inch dick at it with one hand while I hold her head captive with the other.

  “Tell me you fucking want it.”

  “I want it worse than Sméagol wants the One Ring when he loses it in the Misty Mountains.”

  We share a look for a moment.

  She looks so fucking proud of herself I lose a little bit more of myself to her right there.

  Yes, Chloe. I got the fucking reference.

  Then I push my cock into her mouth before she starts reciting Homer’s Iliad and I lose myself to her completely.

  I don’t fuck slutty little nerds often. It’s not that I have anything against smart women—quite the opposite, frankly.

  But in the circles I usually travel in, the smart girls don’t know literature the way that Chloe knows literature. They don’t quote classic French poem-plays, and if they’re speaking French to me, it’s usually because they were born in France.

  I fuck models who are smart with fashion. Who can eyeball an evening gown and say with certainty whether it’s Christian Siriano or Alexander McQueen in an instant and what year it came out in on top of it.

  I fuck socialites who can name every single guest at a function, remember what they do, who they’re fucking, who they’ve already fucked, and who they’d like to fuck next.

  Sometimes, I fuck dumb sluts—girls who couldn’t hold a candle to Chloe and her fascinating opinions of Dumas and Tolstoy. Girls who think two plus two is whatever the fuck I tell them it is, as long as they can have my cock in their mouths and their hands on my big, fat wallet.

  But this isn’t like that.

  It’s not fucking like that at all.

  Chloe is more. Infinitely more. Intensely more.

  I want to spend hours with this girl, talking authors and works and words until sunrise.

  I want to buy her all of those designer labels And dress her up in the popular ones that she knows and the underground ones that she’ll come to love even more.

  I want to take her to charity galas and celebrity functions where she won’t know anyone’s fucking name unless she’s seen them on TV or in the news.

  And then, yeah, I want to drag her off to some secluded place like we’re in right now, and I want to fuck her stupid like the dumb slut I know she can become when she really wants to let herself go.

  And that’s where I’m at right now. I want to use Chloe’s whorish little mouth until her lipstick is smeared across her cheek in the same way she’s kissed it across the crotch of my jeans.

  We start slow. I’m fucking huge in the dick department, and even though Chloe talks a big talk with that big fucking mouth of hers, I can tell that she’s struggling to take even just the tip of it all the way past her wet fucking lips.

  But that’s the other thing with Chloe. I’m willing to go at her pace and let her take her time with it. I want to watch her swallow me up, inch by inch by inch.

  At least, I’m willing to do that until she starts licking my cock while it’s in her mouth like the cum-hungry slut she is.

  Then, well.

  Desperate times.

  I thrust deeper into her mouth, and Chloe’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

  I do it again, and I can feel her gag on my dick as it slides down her throat.

  Aga
in. Again. She’s so fucking hot, so wet, and she looks so damn sweet with her mouth full of my cock that it nearly makes me lose my mind.

  Instead, I lose my load.

  Heat races up and down my body as I feel my muscles contract and convulse, shooting hot seed all the way to the back of Chloe’s throat. Rope after rope after rope of salty, creamy cum.

  “Swallow it,” I command. “All of it. Wouldn’t want to get any of my cum on any of these priceless books after all, hmm?”

  Chloe

  He bought me a book.

  Trying to keep all of Aaron’s cum in my mouth as he pulls me to my feet is like trying to smuggle a mouthful of marshmallows out of the kitchen when everyone else in the house knows you’re supposed to be on a diet. Not only is it a huge load, but it’s making me salivate. I have to swallow it all before I get it on the floor or worse, on one of these rare books that are currently playing audience to our little library affair.

  Men buy me things. It’s not anything all that exciting or new. I’ve dated a lot of guys who think that’s how you show your love. Or, maybe, they just think that’s how to get a girl into bed with them. Cartier bracelets, designer handbags and sunglasses worth more than a month’s rent—at this point, I’ve pretty much seen it all.

  Sometimes, it even works. It’s flattering, being bought shit. I’m not going to pretend like it’s not.

  But, no one has ever bought me a book before. It makes me realize, holy shit. I think Aaron might be the first guy I’ve ever been with who has actually paid attention to my interests and hobbies.

  Maybe, on another occasion, that would be kinda sad. But as I swallow up Aaron’s cum, I think it just makes it go down that much sweeter.

  It’s a really good present. A really fucking good gift.

  But, an even better gift is when Aaron kisses me, pushing me up against the bookshelf behind me. The edges of the shelves press into the back of my neck, my shoulder blades and the small of my back as our lips meet. The remnants of his cum is still coating my tongue as his own tongue presses hungrily into my mouth.

  Aaron has one hand curled around my throat and the other stroking my hip promisingly. I moan against his lips as his fingers toy with the edge of my skirt, then, snake beneath it to play with the lace edges of my panties.

  “You’re such a hot fucking nerd, Chloe,” Aaron laughs. His voice is just a harsh whisper, his breath hot on my cheek.

  Aaron might be whispering but the way that his fingers are stroking my pussy with just the thin fabric of my panties separating us, I’m pretty sure I’m about to be making noises that are way too loud for a library.

  “We should be quiet,” I giggle.

  “Be quiet, then.”

  He says it like it’s going to be easy. Then, he forces my panties aside and slips his fingers between my soft, wet pussy lips.

  I want it. I really fucking want it. But, now, that it’s my ass that’s about to be pleasured among these beautiful hardcovers and priceless literary treasures, I’m suddenly a little nervous.

  I mean, look. When I come, which I know I will, I’m not exactly the world’s most reserved lay.

  I like it loud, and Aaron fucking knows it, too.

  But, it feels so good, so right, and so deliciously decadent, that as Aaron’s fingers trap my clit beneath them, all my worries melt away just like that.

  Some of humanity’s greatest literary works have been about sex, after all. De Sade. Anais Nin. Even H.P. Lovecraft put out a romance novel under a pen name, or so I’ve heard.

  The fact that Aaron is about to make me orgasm among the greatest stories ever told just feels like we’re adding to their bodies of work.

  “Do you like that, Chloe?” Aaron rolls my clit around and around, too slow to bring me to orgasm, but with enough pressure, I’m getting wetter by the second.

  “You know I do,” I moan, my eyes rolling back.

  My clit throbs against his fingertips, pulsating demandingly. It wants it faster. Harder. My cunt wants an orgasm, but Aaron is taking his time about warming me up.

  “I want to hear it,” Aaron rasps against my ear. “You’re not coming until you’re begging me for your orgasm, Chloe.”

  “Oh, God, please!” I moan in mock ecstasy.

  Aaron laughs, but it’s not the nice, charming laugh that I’m used to. There’s something sexy and dark about it that makes my clit throb even harder.

  “Nice try,” Aaron says, “But you’re still cognizant, Chloe. You’re still too fucking smart right now. Too sassy.”

  He runs his tongue along my neck, from collarbone all the way up to my earlobe, and then I really do moan. His mouth is warm against my skin, and the more he rubs my clit, the more sensitive my body gets to his touch.

  When he raises his lips to my ear again, the sound of his voice makes me shiver with pleasure.

  “I’m going to rub your hot little clit until you go dumb with need,” he promises. “You’re a smart girl, Chloe, but I’m going to finger you fucking stupid.”

  He rubs my clit harder and faster to prove it until my hips are bucking up to meet his hand. I’m rocking back and forth between Aaron’s palm and the bookshelf behind me. My hips thrash harder and harder, until the titles at my back start shifting forward on the shelf with every thrust.

  “I love how fucking clever you are, Chloe,” Aaron growls against my neck. “It makes you a challenge. You’re so intelligent and sweet and charming when your head is clear…it makes me want to turn you into the dumb slut that you know you’ve always wanted to be, deep down. Isn’t that right?”

  If he wasn’t rubbing my clit so good right now, I might have to think about it. Being dumb has never been my forte, after all. I usually take a whole hell of a lot of pride in being the smart, sassy bitch that my friends and family have come to know and love.

  But, thinking is hard right now. With every stroke of Aaron’s fingers, I’m getting closer and closer to a loud, screaming orgasm. An orgasm that I’m definitely not supposed to be having in a public library. An orgasm that’s going to be all the more intense because, fuck, it actually turns me on thinking about how we might be caught.

  Rationalizing and reasoning right now seems like so much fucking work. It is the problem.

  Which means, fuck. Aaron might actually be right.

  I don’t want the burden of being smart or sassy or witty right now.

  I don’t want to be clever.

  I just. Want. To come.

  “Yes,” I hiss, whimpering.

  “That’s what I thought. Does it feel good, Chloe? Letting go?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to come for me like the stupid little slut I’ve made you become?”

  “Yes!”

  There’s urgency in my voice now. I’m doing my best to stay quiet. Keep it in. But, the more Aaron fingers me, the more desperate I’m getting for release.

  “Beg me, Chloe.”

  “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” I whimper.

  I think that might be the only word in the entire English language that I remember right now: “please.”

  “Then, fucking come,” Aaron says through his teeth. “Come for me, babe.”

  His hand shifts. His thumb traps my clit, rubbing me to orgasm, while two of his fingers press into my slick, throbbing cunt. My pussy clenches around them, twitching and gripping them with wantonness.

  My shoulders slump forward and I bury my face in his chest. That’s where I let it all out. With my lips pressing hard against his shirt, undoubtedly leaving a bright red print there, and his sexy, muscular chest muffling my screams.

  It’s a hard fucking orgasm.

  Maybe one of the hardest I’ve ever had.

  I can feel it in the roots of my teeth. Like eating something so cold, it makes you go cross-eyed with brain freeze. I can feel it in my ears, the throbbing. The pulsating. My chest is heaving with every wave of pleasure as Aaron fucks me with his fingers.

  When the orgasm subsid
es, I’m left collapsed against him, my ears ringing.

  “God, Chloe,” Aaron chuckles, kissing my hair. “You come so fucking beautifully. In fact…”

  He pulls my head back with a fistful of my hair and there’s something sinister to his smile. His fingers twitch inside me, thrusting against my g-spot. His thumb flicks against my clit, making me gasp.

  “You’re so beautiful right now. I think I’d like to see that again.”

  “Wait,” I beg, a little laugh escaping my throat. “I need a minute. I think I just came so hard that I just lost like, a dozen brain cells.”

  “Only a dozen?” Aaron raises an eyebrow and scoops me up in his arms effortlessly.

  I squeal, giggling, until Aaron shuts me up with a kiss as he carries me over to a library cart. He pushes the books off it, sending them tumbling to the floor, as he sets me down on it.

  “We can do better than that.”

  Aaron

  Seeing Chloe like this is the sexiest thing in the goddamn world.

  I drop to my knees and pull her ass towards me. There’s a wild look in her pretty eyes as I lick my lips and force my way between her legs.

  She knows this is wrong. Fucking in public like this. Being pleasured by a man where anyone can walk in and see. But it turns her on so much. In fact, I think it might even get her off that possibility. Because she’s wet. She’s practically begging for it, with the way she’s looking at me.

  I can tell she really wants it in the first few seconds when I’ve got my mouth on her pretty little cunt and her clit beneath my tongue.

  Normally, Chloe is too fucking brilliant. She’s so goddamn intelligent that it’s hard to keep up with her sometimes, and I consider myself pretty fucking clever in my own right. She’s sunshine, and she shines so bright that you practically need sunglasses just to bask in the glow of everything she is.

  I bet she gives lesser men complexes. They can’t handle being around a woman like her. So quick and so charming. So sassy. So perfect. Lesser men can’t wrap their heads around women like Chloe. They like to think they can, but at the end of the day they just can’t fucking cut it. She’s too much for them to hold.

  That’s why we work so well together, Chloe and I. She needs someone at least at par with her. Out of all the men in this city, I’m the only one who seems to be able to keep up with her. On the phone, texting dirty messages back and forth like horny teenagers. Out on the town, trading witty barbs and teasing each other.