Mountain Man's Virgin

by Jay S. Wilder

  I don’t expect him to touch me, but when his large, callused palm lifts up and cups my cheek, my eyes close. I tilt my head to that side, allowing him to slip his hand into my hair. Shit.

  “Your dad… he’s my friend.”

  I read between the lines.

  His message is clear.

  I wasn’t misreading him after all.

  He’s into me, but won’t take the next step because he won’t, can’t betray my dad.

  The way he says it brings all my attraction for him back to the surface.

  “Okay,” I whisper in a shaky breath and open my eyes again, lifting my gaze to his face.

  I keep thinking that any second now, he’ll let go of me, set down the plate, and leave.

  But he doesn’t.

  He takes another step inside the cabin and pushes the door behind him. Our bodies are so close together that I can feel the heat pouring off of his chest, but I don’t move. I can’t. Every part of me is now craving his physical touch. Begging for it. The memory of first meeting him, our bodies pressed together when I fell on top of him, it all comes back, and then, like the warm flannel blanket on the sofa, he closes the distance, slides a hand around my waist, and pulls me tight against him.

  I try to find the words to say he’s going against the message he shared with me a minute ago about not wanting to betray my father. But the truth is I can’t care about all of that.

  My body won’t let me.

  9

  Savage

  Does she have any idea what she does to me?

  Or of what I’m going to do to her?

  Just one look at her grinds all my resistance to a halt. She’s wearing a white skin-tight camisole, her full tits imprinting the fabric. Those tiny pale pink short shorts show me every contour of her mile-long legs and the flare of her hips, leaving nothing to my imagination. Her creamy, pale skin is a little flush, so fucking inviting. As I slide my hand into her hair, I loosen and slide off the hairband that was holding her thick mass of hair up in a ponytail. Her dark, silky locks cascade past her shoulders, the tips landing just below her breasts. They spread the faint flowery scent of her shampoo, so naturally sweet, feminine, intoxicating, magnetic.

  Jane calls to me with every pore of her body, every cell drawing me closer to her.

  I didn’t expect to find Jane at her father’s cabin tonight. Definitely didn’t think she’d be there all by herself. But now that we’re together, alone, I’m done fighting these urges. I won’t spend another night with images of her playing through my mind. Tonight, instead of images of us fucking plaguing my mind, consuming my every thought, it’ll be real life and in person.

  I don’t know much about this woman, but I fucking love the fire she’s ignited in me. I love that she made it crystal clear that it’s me she wants, and I think I even love that short-lived look of hatred she had in her eyes after I asked her to leave my place last week. Something tells me that when we fuck, the spark will be combustible, completely out of control.

  I don’t just want to fuck her, I want to own her. To lay claim on every square inch of her body. The urge is deeper and more insistent than anything I’ve ever experienced before. And I won’t deny it any longer.

  She parts her pouty pink lips to speak again, but I silence her with my mouth on hers. Gripping her waist more tightly with one hand, I bury the other deeper into her hair, anchoring her to me. She’s so soft, so responsive to my touch as she grips onto the back of my shirt with both hands, her body molding to mine so fucking perfectly. My tongue slides along the seam of her lips, parting her mouth. Our tongues tangle, and I’m in awe that her kisses are so full of urgency, it’s like she’s been craving me all her life. As we explore each other so intimately, breathing in each other’s passion, exhaling our need, I remember this is the first time I’ve kissed anyone in years. It breathes new life into me, more powerfully than I thought possible. All thought is set aside. I drop my arms and lower forward. Lifting her against my chest, I pull her legs around my hips and carry her to the sofa in the middle of the living room. She moans against my lips, and her hands wrap around my neck as she grips my side with her inner thighs. I can feel the heat of her pussy on my lower abs. I hope she knows all the things I plan to do to her. I hope she understands that when my cock fills her pussy, I may never let her go.

  I sit on the couch and let her legs fall on either side of me, cupping her round ass, pressing her folds against my stiff, thick length as she settles into my lap. Her hands slide up the back of my neck, her slender fingers gripping my hair, and her hips start to move. Sliding my hands under the seam of her tank top, I peel it up her body and break apart from her lips just long enough to drag the fabric over her head and throw it to one side.

  Jesus.

  She’s bare under the tank top. No bra. Just big, beautiful, firm breasts, her nipples taut and so close to my face that I have to take a taste. I hold each perfect breast from their underside and flatten my tongue to one nipple, sucking the puckered flesh into my mouth. She arches her back and rolls her hips as I suck her sweet skin, letting my tongue circle each bud every so often. She’s grinding hard on my erection, so hard that if she keeps this up, I won’t last. As I move to the next breast, I slip one hand along her inner thigh until my fingers slip past the stretch jersey fabric of her shorts to her slick folds. She’s wet for me already.

  Moving her hips back with the other hand, I drive two fingers past her folds, burying them in her tight pussy. Her sweet scent finds its way to my nose, and I almost can’t wait to taste her. Soon. Her inner walls grip me tight as I finger fuck her hard letting her grind on it as her eyes fall shut and her face fills with pleasure. She’s so fucking tight. I don’t know how my cock will fit inside of her. But I’m willing to try. I’m pretty sure after I take her with my mouth and make her come at least once or twice that she’ll be slick and ready to accommodate me. A few strokes of my thumb along her swollen clit and she’s writhing on my fingers, her breasts pressing harder against my mouth, back arched sharply and inner thighs quivering as I send her to her first orgasm.

  “Savage,” she cries, and makes soft, breathless whimpers through her first climax.

  The sound of my name on her lips makes my cock twitch with need. It’s hard as fuck and desperate to get in the mix, but I need her to be primed and ready for it. Bucking and begging for it. Wet and longing for more. Just waiting for me to take as much as I want.

  I push off from the back of the sofa with one hand, getting to my feet with her body wrapped firmly in my other arm.

  “Where’s your room?” I ask her. It’s my first time in what feels like forever. My first time with this goddess. I want to lay her out, to see her bare, to take my time with her. That sofa won’t cut it.

  “End of the hall,” she answers in a whisper on my jaw, her arms tight around me as though we’ve held onto each other many times before, as though she’s right at home like this.

  I push open the door and stop at the threshold for a moment, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. For a second I scan the room, catching sight of the sea blue sheets on her bed. In four strides I carry her over to it and lower her onto the bedding and waste no time. My boots are the first to go, then every shred of clothes on my body. Finally free of the restrictive items of clothing, I stand there, stroking my full length as I admire her from head to toe, her creamy skin with a hint of color a sharp contrast to the covers beneath her. She looks at me, her eyes full of desire, her gaze drawn to my cock.

  “Take off your shorts,” I tell her, needing to see all of her.

  Slowly, she lifts her hips off the bed, each movement graceful, and slides both her shorts and thong panties down her hips and off her legs, letting them slip from her hands to drop on one side of the bed. I groan once I make out her clean shaven pussy, and feel drops of precum on my cock head. I smear it on my palm and spread it up my shaft, in anticipation and full appreciation of what’s before me. There’s not a hair to be seen
between her legs. Just pink, glistening folds. At the sound from my throat, Jane parts her legs, opening wide for me. She’s wet, and her clit is swollen and bright pink, even from this distance. If I weren’t so fucking hard, so ready for her, I’d make her touch herself for me. But there’s no way I have the willpower tonight. Not this first time. Maybe later on, or another night if she’ll come back to my cabin. A big part of me isn’t pleased that we’re not at my place. I want to see her on my bed, in my room, her feminine scent infusing into my sheets.

  Next time.

  If that’s in the cards.

  I slide into bed over her small frame, balancing my weight on my straightened arms at her shoulders, my bent knees between her thighs, my cock as hard as ever, pointed right at her center like it knows where it’s going.

  Jane must be thinking the same thing. Her eyes lock onto mine, and she places both hands on my chest, then slides one down along my abs, brushing her fingertips further down, not stopping. I feel her palm wrap around my shaft, but not quite all the way around. Her hand is too small and my cock is thick, not to mention rock hard at the moment. She strokes me from base to tip, and when her thumb circles my cock head, more precum trickles out. She licks her lips as though she wants to taste it, but I stop her. I’m here for her, to claim her body, to please her, to take every bit of her that she wants to give me.

  Not the other way around.

  At least not yet.

  Taking her hand away from my dick, I kiss the inside of her palm then place both her hands above her head. One move and I’m down between her legs, picking up the scent of her arousal as I spread her wide. My tongue flattens onto her clit and I groan at the sweet, sticky taste of her juices. I want more. So much more. I lick along her folds and bury my tongue in her slit, lapping up her sweetness. Her knees fall to each side of the bed and her stomach tightens. I glance up at her face to find her head off the bed, observing my work. She bites down on one side of her bottom lip, moaning seductively with every swipe of my tongue inside of her. Her hips grind into my face, taking more of me as her pleasure builds. I lift her hood and begin to stroke her clit in slow circles while picking up the pace as I tongue fuck her, and before long, her back arches off the bed, her eyes slip shut and she comes hard. Her juices flood my tongue, my lips, and I swallow every last drop.

  I’d love to see her come again, see her completely undone a third time, and maybe I will later on, but the ache in my balls becomes too great to ignore any longer. I move up her body and position myself at her pink, wet slit, lowering first to press a firm kiss on her lips, letting her taste herself on me. She whimpers against my mouth and her hips start to move once more, coaxing me into her warm pussy. For a split second, I think about stopping to find a condom. I haven’t bought them in years and wasn’t planning for this to happen. But a part of me doesn’t want anything between us. I know I’m reckless as fuck, but I don’t care. Possessiveness overtakes every other instinct, including the fact that Ben will probably want to kill me when he finds out.

  I’m past caring. All I want now is to fill her with my seed, to leave a part of me on her, to mark her, to fucking breed her so no one else can have her. Because to every cell in my body, Jane is already mine.

  “Mine.” The word breaches my thoughts and fills the room in a rough sounding, possessive growl I didn’t know was in me.

  “Yes, Savage. I’m yours,” she answers, giving her hips a slight lift to me. “I’ve never wanted anyone else…”

  Her words, the move, they invite me in, and I don’t hold back. I sink into her, kissing her hard as I thrust my entire length deep inside of her, all the way to the hilt. Jane lets out a soft cry of pleasure into my mouth, and her arms grip onto my shoulders. I slip a hand in the small of her back, anchoring to her. She’s tight. So fucking wet. I let her adjust to my thickness for a moment and just enjoy the way her pussy clenches around my dick like I’m her first. Then I stop and process what she just said to me. She never wanted anyone else?

  Pulling from our kiss, I meet her eyes. “Am I…did you just say I’m your first, Jane?”

  She nods. “I should’ve told you. I’m a virgin… was a virgin. Sorry… I was just… embarrassed to say it.”

  Fuck. She’s sorry? I just took her cherry, and she’s apologizing to me. I’m the one who should’ve asked. Should’ve come right out and found out if she’s of age and whether she’s fucked anyone before me. Still, I can’t deny the satisfaction that fills my chest at the knowledge that I’m the first man to fuck her.

  “I should stop,” I groan, not meaning a single word, but it’s the right thing to do, even if it’ll take every bit of effort on my part to pull out of her virgin pussy.

  Thank fuck she shakes her head. “No. Please, I want you.” The hints of bright green in her eyes sparkle and her eyes widen. “I know it sounds stupid, but I knew it would be you the second I crashed into you. Felt it deep in my bones, like I belong to you… I want this. Don’t stop,” she pleads, tightening her hold on my shoulders and grinding her hips. “Please.”

  She’s not wrong. As much as I hate to admit it, I felt it too. That bond, that magnetic force drawing me to her never stopped tugging at me, as hard as I tried to ignore it. But that’s over. I’m done fighting it. I want her, and she wants to be mine. Steadying myself again, I press a soft kiss on her cheek, pull back a little, and plunge into clenched, untouched pussy. I take it slow for a few strokes, pulling out a bit and entering her as gently as my cock can manage. Each time, she lifts her hips a little higher off the bed, guiding me in further. And when her hands slide down my back and grab small handfuls of my ass cheeks, I stop holding back. I bury into her like I did the first time, claiming every possible inch of space within her as my own. Rocking back. Thrusting in. Pulling almost all the way out. Then plunging in deeper.

  Her fingernails bite into my skin each time, making their mark on me the way I want to mark her too. But where I’ll leave my mark, no one else will see it. Well, not entirely. My seed will stay with her when I come, and I hope one of those bastards breed her tonight. Fuck, I shouldn’t think that way, but I do. The truth is, if we keep this up all night, which I know we will, I doubt she’ll be able to walk straight tomorrow. I just hope her parents don’t notice what I’ve taken from their virgin daughter.

  And what I’ll leave inside of her.

  Jane wraps her legs around my hips and squeezes me tight. She’s close. Hell, I’m probably closer with these thoughts of making her pregnant filling my head. Cupping her breast, I lower to her nipple and nip the raised bud, heightening her pleasure as I piston in and out of her. Her back arches violently and she calls out my name as she comes with a force I didn’t think possible. She shudders from head to toe, and her inner walls squeeze and tighten even more around my length, sucking my seed deep as I shut my eyes, give in to the moment, and come too.

  She holds onto me tight, and I don’t want to leave her warmth either. It’s not long before her breathing changes. Using one hand, I find the edge of the cover and pull it out from under us, covering our bodies. I shift to one side without pulling out, and feel liquid drip onto the bed.

  I know full well what I’ll find there when we wake up.

  Virgin blood mixed with her juices and my seed.

  I’ll take it home and wash it in the morning, so her parents don’t find out.

  For now.

  But I know we can’t hide this for long.

  Eventually, Ben is going to find out, and all hell will break loose, but if anyone can handle shit hitting the fan, it’s me.

  I doze off to the sounds of her shallow, sleeping breaths.

  10

  Jane

  The sound of light snoring wakes me out of the best sleep I’ve ever had. I open my eyes at the feel of warm arms around me and a large mass of hardness settled in behind me.

  Savage stayed all night.

  He took my body over and over again, made me a woman, and sent me over the edge more times th
an I remember. My first time was terrific, better than I could ever have imagined, thanks to him. I stretch out my legs and a dull ache throbs at my upper thighs. I’m so sore. Not just deep inside, but the muscles between my inner thighs twitch whenever I move. Savage’s large hands had me spread apart as he ravaged my pussy with his mouth. I was wrapped around his wide frame as he claimed my virgin pussy. I wasn’t sure he’d fit his thick, long erection in me, but he did, and the ache was nothing compared to the pleasure. I’m so glad that I waited for someone like him. I knew it would be less than impressive if I’d slept with one of the guys from high school. No one was interesting enough, appealing enough to take the next step. Not until Savage. And deep down, I know that saving myself for this, for him, makes all the sense in the world now.

  He said I was his.

  I believe him.

  It was said in the heat of passion, but as strange as it is for me to think that way, I have no doubt that he meant it. That was the second butterflies took up residence in my stomach. Now, they flutter around whenever I hear, see, or feel him.

  Letting out a yawn, I stretch out my arms and arch my back a bit, pressing my back to his chest. I smile as my ass brushes against what must be his morning wood. Boy, is it ever hard. I hear a groan, but Savage doesn’t stir. The soreness between my legs does nothing to quell the arousal building in my core from just the feel of his thick erection on me.

  One night and I think I’m already addicted.

  As I start to feel more alert, I notice our clothes spread out on the floor and remember where we kicked things off. I don’t expect Mom and Dad until the afternoon, but it wouldn’t hurt to neaten up the living room in case they’re early. It wouldn’t hurt for Savage to not be here when they arrive, either. As much as I loved how my night with him went, I’m nowhere near ready to drop a bomb like this on my parents. Not like this. Especially my Dad.