Mountain Man Secret_Back On Fever Mountain 3

by Melissa Devenport

  “Jason?”

  “Amanda,” he groaned.

  His hands fell to her shirt. He literally ripped it open, the buttons raining down around them. Her shocked inhale only spurred him forward, increased the combustion eating him away inside, tenfold.

  Her shirt gaped open and he pushed it from her shoulders. He couldn’t get her naked fast enough. He practically ripped away the sports bra, baring her beautiful pale breasts. Her pink nipples stood up. The cabin was warm, so he could see just how aroused she was. He bent his head, suckling one into his mouth frantically, the rosy hued skin puckering and tightening further under his tongue.

  Amanda’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth closer, telling him wordlessly just how much she needed him. His hands pushed down her leggings and her black silk thong. He couldn’t stop himself. He was wild with need, completely animal and not an ounce human.

  She stepped out of her leggings and he released her, taking a long look at her glorious body. She had lost almost all the weight of her pregnancy, but as he had said before, motherhood had left its tender mark on her body. Her hips were rounded sweetly, fuller than before, as were her breasts. Her stomach was as flat as ever. He’d caught her inspecting herself in the mirror a couple times, fretting about what she saw as an imperfection.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered brokenly. “So fucking beautiful.”

  He didn’t give her time to respond before he wrapped his hands around her waist and picked her up. She inhaled sharply, wrapping her legs around his fully clothed hips. He felt her heat and her wetness right through his damn shirt and jeans. The womanly scent of her arousal drove him mad.

  Jason set her down firmly on the bed, still not bothering with his clothing. He spread her legs, heat rocketing through his veins. He tasted her thighs first, the delicate skin there a straight aphrodisiac. He nipped her, licked her gently, pulled away in satisfaction to stare at the red marks he’d made.

  He wanted to claim her. To mark her. To make her his again.

  Her breathing changed, turning into sharp little rasps that were completely uncontrolled. Her hands found his hair, longer than it had ever been since he hadn’t bothered cutting it. She tugged his face to her sweet sex in a clear, shameless gesture of where she truly wanted him.

  He was only too happy to oblige. The first taste of her glorious nectar was ambrosia on his tongue. The sweet honey of her arousal coated his mouth and slid down his throat. She mewled sweetly, her hips bucking into his face, thrusting her swollen, tender flesh into his mouth. He was tempted to slip a finger inside her tight passage, but he didn’t. He didn’t want her to come yet.

  He stayed away from her clit, lapping at her folds, swirling his tongue over her heated flesh, driving her wild. Always he evaded giving her the pleasure she craved so badly. He lusted for her animalistic moans, for the sounds torn from the recess of her chest, the depths of her heart and her throat. He wanted to claim all of her, every single inch of her beautiful body.

  When he moved his face lower, spreading her legs further, parting her incredible ass, she tried to shut him out. Her legs slammed together like a vice.

  “Jason, what are you doing?” Amanda hissed.

  “Tasting you. Fucking you with my mouth.”

  “You can’t taste me there.”

  He nearly chuckled at the shocked indignity in her voice. “I can, and I will. I want you, Amanda. I want you to be mine in all ways.”

  “That’s… not…” she trailed off, clearly at a loss.

  “Open for me Amanda. Open your legs and let me taste you.” He purposely ran his index finger over her drenched, soaking folds, trailing up to flick her clit wickedly.

  Her whole body jolted at the contact. “You’re sinful, Jason. Fucking sinful.”

  “That, my dear, is how you should always want it.”

  She didn’t protest further. She let him part her legs, opening her up to him firmly, but gently, granting him access to his prize.

  Her sex was so wet, beads of moisture gathered lower. He tasted her there the instant his tongue flicked over her tight pucker. She’d let him take her, teach her and guide her before. She’d learned the joy of experimenting together. She trusted him now, which meant everything to him.

  He pleasured her, his tongue flicking over her asshole before skipping away. He nipped her ass cheeks wickedly. She squirmed and bucked, her hips rising into his face, her moans filling the bedroom. His hands squeezed her hips before skimming around to her ass, lifting her off the bed. He dug his fingers into her tender flesh while he licked at her, devoured her.

  She thrashed wildly against him, coating his face in her wetness. When he raised his face to look at her in the splendor of the afternoon sunlight, she was drenched in sweat. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead, trailing along her face. A delicate sheen of moisture stood out on her chest. She looked like she was glowing with a light all her own.

  “Jason,” she panted. “Please, stop that and take me. I can’t wait. You can do what you want later, but do this, now.”

  His cock responded to words ripped from the depths of her being. The damn thing pulsed wildly, the ache more than a distraction. He felt like he was going to explode.

  He rose up and ripped off his shirt, another set of buttons ruined in the process. Amanda never tore her eyes from his face. He fumbled with his jeans and his boxers, sliding them down his thighs. He didn’t even bother to remove them. He took his aching, pulsing cock in his hand, thrilled at the way Amanda’s eyes widened like she’d never seen him before.

  He moved between her sweet thighs, positioned himself at her entrance.

  “No,” she whispered at the last second. He already had the tip of his cock sheathed inside her tight heat.

  He groaned. “What do you mean no?” He words were thick, evidence of how close he was to losing control.

  “I want you in my mouth.”

  “Fuck… Amanda…”

  “Do it. Let me swallow you.”

  Jesus Christ. It would be a damn miracle if he made it that far without exploding all over the place along the way.

  He edged off the bed, ripped off his damn jeans and socks and waited. Amanda slid slowly off the bed, taunting him with her siren body. She was so utterly beautiful it took all his willpower not to explode before she slipped her hot mouth over his cock. She took him all, right to the back of her throat.

  He could have died. A hoarse groan was ripped from his throat. This time it was his fingers threading through the flaxen hair of his goddess, guiding her face and that sweet, sweet mouth over and down his shaft. She teased the tip of his cock with her tongue, suckled him sweetly, took him to the back of her throat before letting him guide her away to do it all over again.

  It was the sweetest torture in the world. He wanted to drag it out and make it last, but he couldn’t. He exploded in her mouth, hot jets bursting over and over again. He spiraled out of control, dug his fingers into her scalp, guided her over him as she swallowed everything that he had to give.

  When it was over, he was left panting, his breath so raspy it was astounding his lungs were even still working at all. He was still hard, fucking aching, but for the minute, his lust was sated.

  At least it was until Amanda stood up and kissed him. His mouth parted under the hard onslaught of her lips and when her tongue swept in and he tasted the salt of himself on her, that lust was back. The wicked fire burned through him, harder than before.

  Growling low in his throat, he tore away and grabbed the whip. Amanda’s eyes widened, but this time she didn’t ask any questions. This time it wasn’t surprise in her eyes, but wild lust, a lust that likely matched his own.

  She bent over the edge of the bed, laying her upper body flat along the quilt, pointing her dainty, beautiful creamy ass in the air.

  “Are you going to use that or just stand there gaping?” She taunted him. “You had better hurry. We probably only have an hour left before that phone call.”

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sp; Chapter 3

  The Burning

  Amanda

  It was strange, how wild, burning need could drive away inhibition. It was almost like a drug, the craving, the need, the relentless pounding ache deep inside that needed to be sated.

  She craned her neck and stared at Jason, the man she loved, the whip limp in his hand. She couldn’t believe she was deliberately goading him into whipping her.

  She’d been so unsure at first, so afraid. Afraid that it would hurt. Afraid that Jason wouldn’t know what he’d doing and he’d hit her too hard; that he’d break her skin open and make her bleed.

  Now I’m afraid he won’t.

  “Are you sure?”

  Jason had never looked more raw or masculine, the full day’s light glinting off the sheen of sweat that had formed on his muscular body. His chest and shoulders gleamed. The muscles in his thighs flexed as he stepped forward, taking a wide stance. His hand trembled, though from fear or anticipation, Amanda couldn’t be sure.

  “Yes. Be gentle at first though?”

  “Of course,” he breathed reverently.

  It rocked her to see the awe in his eyes as he raised his hand. The awe inspired by the way she gave herself to him, surrendered so completely and utterly. She remembered the heady sense of power she used to feel when they’d do this. That it was her who could bring a man like Jason to the brink and back again. She was the one woman in the world that Jason wanted and craved. There wasn’t any other feeling like the power that knowledge brought.

  Amanda turned, facing the wall. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the first stinging blow. Jason raised his hand. She felt it, rather than saw it. She heard the whip sing through the air. It landed on the round swell of her bottom, the fleshy part where there was enough padding to soften the blow.

  She gasped at the sting, the fire spreading under the surface. He raised his hand and struck again, the whip hitting her other cheek. She cried out, her body jolting at the pain. As the sting wore off, the fire turned from painful to pleasureful in an instant. The terrible throbbing between her legs increased, the juices of arousal sliding down her thighs in wet streams.

  “Do it again,” she panted, her eyes still closed.

  She braced for the blow, but was still shocked when it came. She endured the pain, let it ride over her, flow through her blood, take her over and under and out of control. The hunger that followed, the overwhelming need for more, startled her.

  “Again,” she commanded thickly. “Hit me again, Jason.”

  He did, the whip singing through the air with a gentle hiss, punctuating their breaths like an exclamation mark at the end.

  She moaned, her body rocked forward violently as the pain seared through her flesh. She was panting, the feeling that swept through her was how she imagined it would feel like to be drugged, though she’d never tried anything more than a puff of a cigarette in her life. That heady astounding heat that ripped through her blood wasn’t anything like she’d ever felt before. She was sure it was adrenaline, but it was charged with an undercurrent of dark sexual energy.

  “Do you want more?” Jason rasped.

  When Amanda turned she was astounded to see his shoulders heaving. He was such an incredibly big, strong man, it was utterly amazing to see how out of control he was. His features were twisted with lust, his breath ragged and raspy, his chest heaving, rising and falling with the effort of drawing another shaky inhale.

  It was his eyes that shocked her most of all. The blue was nearly gone, eaten away by the pupil, swallowed up entirely by the flames of passion.

  Hunger. Hunger twisted his face, hunger drove him forward, hunger shook that massive build. Hunger for her. The want of her. Her act of surrender had brought him, the one who was dominating and in control at the moment, to his knees.

  “No,” she whispered. “I want you to set that down and come here. Come kiss the welts away that you created. Come and take me and fuck me.”

  His hand opened and closed, his fingers flexing as his mouth gaped open. She loved the effect her words had on him, the way they transformed him and turned the tables, so that in an instant, she was the aggressor.

  She turned her face and in the next instant he was there, his hands wrapping around her waist, his fingers digging into her hips, face bent to kiss away the welts she knew must be there, on her ass and lower back, her thighs. His lips didn’t leave a single inch of skin untouched. He worshiped her, praised her, made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world. At this moment she almost thought she’d die from the tenderness and the stirring inside.

  “I want you inside of me, Jason, filling me up.”

  He groaned in response. His lips trailed away, but his hot kisses remained like a phantom on her skin. He tilted her hips towards him and when she looked between her spread legs she saw him there, the head of his cock parting her opening. It was sexy as hell to watch. It had been a long time since they’d done this in daylight.

  God, we need to do this more often, in the light. Always in the light.

  His cock, already as wet and swollen as her sex, slid in easily. He wasn’t gentle when he slammed inside and she didn’t want him to be. His fingers bit into the flesh of her hips, hammering her against him. Their bodies slammed together, their skin slapping with wet noises that should have been embarrassing and were anything but.

  They were both drunk on each other, high on the sensation of floating together, finding and taking their bliss. He used her, fucked her so very sweetly and she took, took everything he had together, grinding her hips, swaying and bucking and taking from his at the same time as she gave.

  She closed her eyes as Jason’s thrusts grew frenzied. He hammered home, pulled out, slammed back in. Pleasure rocketed through her limbs, soaked into each and every pore. Her slick passage clenched Jason, closing in around him, spasming hard with every single thrust. Her breath became little more than hard pants. Their hips bucked and ground harder, harder as they came closer and closer to finding the release and relief they both desperately needed.

  Amanda found heaven first. Her eyes slammed shut, lights bursting behind closed lids. She tumbled and fell, soared and crested peak after peak. Just when she thought it was done, another hard wave of pleasure hit her, rolled her over, tumbled and smashed and sent her careening back into oblivion.

  Her entire body shook and trembled, and her pleasure pulled Jason’s hot climax from him. He pulled out at the last minute, spilling hot jets over her back, her thighs, her ass.

  The room went still as they both crashed back down to reality.

  “My god, Amanda,” Jason said hoarsely when he found his breath.

  It was all he could say. A second later he produced something to wipe off her back with. Amanda couldn’t hold herself upright any longer with her shaky arms. Every single muscle in her body strained and cried out in protest. She was deliciously sore, her bottom and thighs and back still stinging from the whipping, but in a good way that somehow made the last vestiges of pleasure that much more enjoyable.

  She collapsed against the bed, pulling herself to her side. She made a feeble attempt to cover herself with the quilt.

  Jason joined her a second later. He slid under the blanket beside her and pulled her into his strong arms. She turned so she could face him, so she could get lost in the beauty of his hard, rugged features as he was drifting off to sleep like she knew he would.

  Or at least, she thought he would. When she wiggled out of bed to answer her ringing phone she woke him. She returned to the bedroom after speaking with her mom for a few minutes.

  “They made it safe?” Jason’s brow arched in question.

  “Yes. Everything went well. Ross slept the whole time.”

  He extended a hand, a huge grin lighting his face. “Good. I knew it would. Now you can stop worrying and come here again. I missed you.”

  “I was gone for a few minutes,” she protested, laughing.

  “Exactly. The bed is cold. You s
hould rectify that.”

  Amanda realized just how much she’d missed this-the having, the taking, the soreness, the rawness, the giving and joining of one heart, one soul, to another. She didn’t hesitate to run across the room and jump back into their bed.

  ***

  Lulled into a trance-like state, tired and sore and deliciously sated, Amanda was jerked back to reality by the sound of gravel crunching against rubber. The afternoon sunlight had faded, given away to the darkness that came so very early with the arrival of fall.

  She sat upright, straining to listen for the unusual sound she was sure had been nothing more than her imagination or the beginning of a dream hovering on the periphery of sleep. Being so secluded, invited visitors were rare. Unexpected intrusions never happened.

  The sound came again, subtle and quiet, but undeniable. The night quiet was shattered along with Amanda’s sense of security.

  She grabbed for the sheet, tucking it around her chest while she shook Jason’s shoulder hard.

  “Jason. Wake up. I heard something.”

  He shot upright in bed so fast the movement was like an explosion. He was instantly alert, blue eyes wide and feral.

  “Stay here.” He slid from the bed, nothing more than a silent shadow as he hurriedly pulled on his discarded clothing.

  Of course Amanda didn’t obey. It was the middle of the night. Her curiosity got the better of her a minute after Jason left their bedroom. She slipped on her own clothing and tip toed down the hall. She turned the corner to their small living room just in time to see Jason take the shotgun down from the pegs above the door.

  She gasped and he raised his head, as though he already knew she was there.

  “I mean it, Amanda. Stay in the bedroom. Or at least, stay away from the windows.”

  His handsome features contorted into a mask that she’d never seen before. The black look in his sea blue eyes spoke of danger, even fear. Fear. It wasn’t a word she equated with Jason Strathmore.