His Captive Mountain Virgin

by Madison Faye

  I do end up prowling down to the old hotel bar and tearing open every single drawer and cupboard until I find something I can drink. It ends up being fucking candy-cane-flavored vodka, and it’s fucking awful, but it'll have to do. I storm back to my room with it, resisting every urge I have to drop everything and go straight to the penthouse.

  Because I can't. I've fucked up her life enough as it is, and if I go to her now, there's no way I'll be able to hold back. There's no way I'll be able to say no to those lips, and those gorgeous eyes, and that sweet body that begs for my touch. There's not a chance I'll be able to stop myself from tasting much more than her lips this time, and I can't do that. I can't fuck her up more than I already have.

  This is wrong. All of it is, of course — the whole situation. But me lusting after her is just as wrong. The booze tastes about like what I'd imagine Santa Claus's piss to taste like, but I choke back two shots when I get back to the room. I toss my t-shirt aside, drop onto my bed and lay back, bottle in hand, hating this whole situation.

  The light tapping on my window has me bolting upright though. It comes again — this soft little rapping sound, and suddenly, my marine instincts kick into play. I slide from the bed and hover by the wall, narrowing my eyes in the darkness and listening. The knocking stops, but when I hear it start to open, every muscle tenses. It opens all the way, and when a shadowy figure slides into the room, I pounce.

  Rose screams as I grab her, but I quickly cover her mouth and pull her tight to me.

  "Fuck, angel," I hiss, my heart racing.

  "You didn't know it was me, did you?" She turns in my now slightly loosened arms and smiles up at me. I grin and shake my head.

  "Through the window? No, can't say I did."

  She's in jean shorts and a white t-shirt, and she grins wider before she rakes her teeth over her bottom lip.

  "They moved my room…" She trails off, her cheeks flushing. I can feel her body pressing to mine. I want so badly to feel so much more of her, but I force myself to let her go and step away, somehow.

  Because this is wrong. Really, really wrong. I'm why she's here, and touching her, and kissing her, and everything else I want to do with her is just…

  Well, wrong.

  I move away from her and click the light on next to the bed before I make sure the blinds are closed.

  "I wasn't sure if you knew about the room change," she says quietly.

  "Roman told me."

  She furrows her brow in confusion.

  "Mrs. Moretti's bodyguard."

  She does her best to hide the little smile that teases the corners of her lips, but I catch it. I catch it and decide that the next conversation I have with Roman about what he won't fucking admit has to be a lot sterner, or he's going to wind up buried in the desert.

  "So, you're in the penthouse now." I smile thinly, trying not to look her in the eyes, because I know if I do, I might fucking lose it and just fucking kiss her. "How's the view?"

  She rolls her eyes and reaches up to play with her chestnut hair, which is pulled into a ponytail and over one shoulder.

  "Fine."

  Her lip catches between her teeth again as the silence fills the room. It's such a different exchange than the last time we were alone together, but of course, she doesn't know what's changed.

  She doesn't know what I've done.

  "You didn't come," she finally says quietly, breaking the silence.

  I shake my head. "No, I didn't."

  "I thought..." She frowns and looks down at her twisting hands. "I thought you were going to show—"

  "We can't do this," I growl, my voice tight and my brain fighting every single instinct my heart has to rush into her, scoop her into my arms, and kiss her until our lips are bruised.

  "Dylan—"

  "We can't do this, Rose," I growl again.

  "We're going to do this, on camera, and in a few days!" she says sharply before her voice suddenly cracks. "Please, help me. If you don't, and if I can't do this, or if I'm bad when they film us, then they're going to hurt my sister."

  "I...I can't," I grit through clenched teeth, every muscle in my body tensing up tight as I try to resist the primal need to touch her.

  "You could yesterday."

  I lock my eyes with her, my jaw tight. "That was different."

  "What changed?"

  "A lot."

  "I don't care," she whispers, stepping towards me, her eyes so big and innocent and pleading.

  "Please, Dylan. For me, please."

  There’s something so pleading, and so fragile in her eyes, and when I lock my gaze with hers, I know I'm lost.

  I know I'm always lost with her, in the best possible way.

  She moans as I yank her against me and sear my lips to hers. I kiss her hard, pouring every single thing I've been holding back into it. She gasps, whimpering as my arms pull her to me fiercely. I push her back into the wall behind her, growling into those sweet lips as my cock lurches between my legs.

  "Show me," she whimpers into my kiss, her hands clutching me tightly.

  "What do you want me to show you, beautiful?" I growl, my hands drifting down her sides as my lips slide down her jawbone. She gasps, her finger slipping into my hair and crying out as my mouth moves to her tender neck.

  "Anything you want."

  The beast inside of me roars.

  I crush my lips to hers, my tongue pushing deep in her mouth and swallowing her moans. I pull her hair free of the ponytail, letting it cascade over her shoulders as I groan into her lips.

  My hands find the edges of her t-shirt, and I pull it up. She whimpers when I pull away, dragging the cotton shirt up over her body and over her head before I toss it away. I groan, my eyes dropping to her cute little tits in this plain white bra, standing there looking so fucking innocent. I mean how the fuck did I think she was a porn star?

  I growl into her neck, my hands unclasping her bra and slipping it from her shoulders. I pull away, and my jaw clenches tight as my cock fucking throbs in my jeans.

  Fuck is she beautiful. Delicate skin, soft, small breasts, pink candy nipples, and a trim little tummy and hips that beg me to take hold of them. She's panting as I kiss her, moaning so sweetly as I kiss her. My hands slide over her bare body, sliding up to cup her breasts. I dip down, and I when I wrap my lips around one of those hard, pink little nipples, I groan as my cock pulses between my legs. Rose whimpers, her hands tight in my hair as I swirl my tongue over her nipple.

  My hands skim along the edge of her shorts, fingers teasing under the edge as I slip around to the front. Her button pops as her breath catches, and when I tug on the zipper, I feel her shiver against me.

  "Angel, we really don't have to—"

  She steps away, and before I can say another word, she locks eyes with me and slowly slides the shorts down over her hips, until they drop down her legs. My pulse roars in my ears, and she gasps as I reach out, take her hand, and yank her back into me. Her soft, almost nude body presses to me — her nipples dragging across my bare chest and her barely-covered, tempting little pussy so hot against the bulge of my cock. I can fucking feel how hot and wet she is, and I groan as I pull us back to the bed.

  She's panting as I pull her into my lap, her legs astride mine. I kiss her fiercely, my hands exploring every inch of her sweet, soft skin. She moans when my cock throbs hard against her, and I groan.

  …Yeah, she can feel me. She can feel all of me.

  "Oh, God," she whispers in a husky voice, swallowing thickly. "What they were saying about you…"

  She bites her lip and blushes. But as my hands slide down to her ass, I grip her tightly and grind her down onto me, making her whimper.

  "They're mostly right," I growl.

  She swallows, and when her eyes drag to mine, I can see the raw heat blazing there.

  "Can— can I see it?" She quickly turns beet red, like she can't believe she's just said it. "I mean, just to see it, I don't mean to touch or anything like—"<
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  "Yes, beautiful," I whisper, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her soft sweet lips. "You can see whatever you want, and we can do whatever you want. I promise."

  She nods quickly, her eyes dancing across mine. I move my hands away from her with every intention of undoing my belt, but somehow, my innocent, untouched little Rose beats me to it. Her hands drop to my lap, furtively tugging on my belt and loosening it before pulling on the button to my jeans. My cock aches for release, tenting the front of the denim with a thick, huge bulge. Pre-cum wets them, my cock pulsing as she tugs down my zipper.

  "Fuck, angel," I groan, the muscles of my abs tensing as she slips her hand inside and curls her soft, small, delicate fingers around my big, thick, rock-hard cock.

  "Ohmygod," she whispers under her breath, her eyes going wide as her fingers feel how thick I am.

  "I want to see it," she whispers, her breath coming fast.

  She pulls me out, and when the full shaft springs free of my boxers, her other hand actually flies to her mouth as she gasps.

  "Oh. My. God," she says quietly. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are hanging open as she stares at my thick cock, pulsing rock hard between us.

  "That…" She shakes her head, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "How in the world…"

  "Slowly," I say gently, smiling quietly at her. "You go slow, that's how. And not tonight," I add. As much as I want to fill her with every thick inch of my dick and empty every last drop of my cum deep in her sweet little cunt until it drips down her thighs, I will be taking my time with her. I won't rush her, and I sure as fuck won't hurt her.

  But I will explore every fucking inch of her sweet little body.

  My hands drop to her thighs and slide up her smooth skin. Rose whimpers, but her hand doesn't leave my cock as I move higher. My thumbs brush over the edges of her white cotton panties, making her shiver. I can see how wet she is — the panties soaking through and clinging wetly to her lips. My cock jumps in her hand, and she gasps a little when it does. Pre-cum beads at the tip and trickles down my shaft, and when it leaks over one of her fingers, she slowly starts to stroke up and down.

  Fuck. Me.

  It's heaven. Her soft hand is like fucking heaven as her delicate touch slides up and down my cock. My thumbs slip under the edge of those panties, and as I push them to the side, I groan deeply.

  Fuck does she have a gorgeous pussy. So fucking slick and wet, so pink, and so ready for me. I drag my thumb up and down her velvety-soft lips, and when I do, she cries out, shuddering against me.

  "How's that?" I growl.

  "So good," she pants back. She loses track of stroking me as she loses herself in the feeling of my fingers stroking her soaking wet little cunt. But her hand grips me tight, and that alone has my head spinning.

  I part her lips, and when my finger finds her clit, she loses it.

  "Oh fuck, right there!" she whimpers, gasping as I roll my thumb over her clit. I swirl it over her, teasing her again and again and feeling her slick juices soaking my hand. I pull her right against me, her pussy right against the base of my cock as I tease her little clit mercilessly. Her wet, sticky honey coats my balls, dripping all over me and making me harder than I've ever been. Hell, I'm not even fucking her or anything, and this is already the single hottest sexual moment of my life.

  And it's all because it's her.

  My thumb rolls faster, and as I start to coax her higher and higher, I can feel her hips start to rock against me.

  "Oh God, Dylan!"

  "Come for me, angel," I growl into her ear. One of my hands grips her ass possessively as the other teases her clit to the breaking point.

  "Make that pussy come for me. Let go and make that sweet little pussy come all over my big, hard cock."

  She loses it.

  Rose cries out, burying her lips in my neck as the orgasm shatters through her. She shudders, gripping my cock so tight in one little hand as her juices soak my balls. I keep teasing her little clit right through it, until she’s gasping for air and sagging against me.

  "Oh holy crap," she whimpers, panting as she melts into me. My lips find hers, and when they do, she kisses me slow and hungry, her tongue tasting mine until we slowly come up for air.

  "That was…" She grins this big sleepy smile, beaming at me. "That was incredible."

  "Glad you came to find me?"

  "Uh, yes," she laughs.

  I kiss her again, and this time, I lose total track of time before we pull away, red-faced and panting.

  "You should probably go," I finally say quietly. After all, this is the girl that has two armed guards outside her door. I can't imagine the ways Nico would lose his shit if he figured out she wasn't in there. And that has nothing to do with being scared of him or what he'd do to me, believe me. But it does have everything to do with what he'd do to her.

  She chews on her lip, but she nods. She understands.

  We stand, but her eyes drop to my cock, still pulsing rock hard between us, and she gasps quietly.

  "Wait, but what about you?"

  "Another time." I smile, leaning in and tasting those lips again.

  "We don't have much time," she says quietly. "Before the shoot, that is." Her eyes burn into mine, her soft pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.

  Fuck do I want her. I want everything from her. I want her on her back, legs wide and over my shoulders as I drive every inch inside of her tight, slick little pussy. I want her sitting on my face, riding my tongue as I make her cum all over my lips.

  But her staying here right now is dangerous. And then, there's still the Vinny thing. Kissing her, and seeing her, and making her come like that took my mind off of it, but now it's back with a vengeance. And then I'm firmly right back where I was, feeling fucking terrible that I'm doing these things with a girl who's only here because of what I did.

  "Can I…" She swallows, her eyes dragging up to mine.

  You can swallow every inch, beautiful. You can get on all fours, raise that perfect, tight little ass in the air, and moan for me as fill you up to the brim.

  "It’s dangerous for you to be here," I say tightly.

  "Good thing you're here to protect me."

  She's not backing down from this.

  "That looks painful."

  I grin, glancing down at my pulsing, rock-hard erection. "It’s fine."

  "I could—"

  "Angel—"

  "Let me," she whispers heatedly, and as she steps into me, her hands drops between us and circle around my shaft. Her fingers don't even remotely touch around it, and there's something so feathery-light to that touch that I almost lose my mind.

  "Let me do to you what you just did to me," she says quietly. "Let me make you feel good."

  Her small hand slides up and down my shaft tentatively, and the rest of my willpower crumbles.

  Somehow, I don't think I could ever say no to this girl.

  We come crashing together, my lips claiming hers as her hands stroke me. Her touch is so fucking soft — these little feathery touches that have me seeing stars as I groan into her mouth.

  "Tell me if it's bad, okay?" she whispers.

  "Rose—"

  "I can't suck when they film, remember? So, if something should be better…"

  "You can move your hand a little more."

  She swallows. "Like this?"

  Holy. Shit.

  Her second hand joins the first, both of them stroking me right against her bare belly.

  "Just like that, angel," I groan, my muscles tensing as my balls twitch with the need to spill my cum for her. I kiss her fiercely, groaning into her mouth, my hands roaming her body as her tiny hands stroke me.

  "You should stop," I growl, squeezing my eyes shut and gritting my teeth as the sensation of her hands sliding up and down on me start to overtake me.

  "Why?"

  "Because you've got me so close, beautiful."

  Her lips trail over my neck.

  "So why wo
uld I stop?"

  "Fuck, angel—"

  "I want to see it," she says in lust-filled, husky voice. Her fingers tighten around me, and she starts to stroke faster and faster. Pre-cum leaks from my tip, making my thick cock shiny and slick, and smearing some across her stomach.

  "I want to see it when you come," she whispers.

  And fuck if those words coming from her sweet lips don't send me roaring over the edge.

  I crush my lips to hers as I come, kissing her fiercely as the cum explodes out of my cock. Thick ropes pump out across her stomach, my thick cum spurting over her like a fucking hose. She gasps, whimpering into my mouth. But she keeps stroking me until there's nothing left, and I have to take her hands away myself.

  I step back and glance down at her. And when I do, I groan, and my cock pulses, letting some more cum drip from the throbbing tip.

  My white, shiny cum covers her bare stomach, soaks her panties, and even dribbles down her thighs a little. The whole sight is so fucking obscene, but also so fucking hot that it makes my blood run like lava.

  I made a fucking mess of her. I marked her.

  She's mine.

  "Was I okay?"

  There's a million words to say, but the only response I can give is to pull her right into me and kiss her with everything I have. My tongue swirls with hers, my hands pull her tight, and I hold her so close, like I never want to let her go.

  My temptation. My weakness.

  My angel.

  But of course, I do have to let her go, because she does have to get back to her room before Nico figures out I'm fitting in some practice time off-camera.

  She gets her clothes back on, and I help her back up the fire escape to her own window. There, I lose another hour, or who knows how long, kissing her until our lips are sore before I finally say goodnight.

  This, I never saw coming. Someone like her, I never imagined.

  But the situation's all wrong, and the way I have found her is broken and shattered.

  I'm the reason she's here, and in a couple of days, I'm going to be claiming every part of her and stealing her innocence away, all on fucking camera.