Page 48 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

On that thought, I quickly stuck my face in his ass. Eating him out was pure pleasure, the taste of his skin, the horny sounds of his mouth muffled by my cock. Tongue fucking him was a little easier this time. That I was the reason he was a little loose made me unreasonably proud.

I went deeper than before, and he fucking loved it. I wanted so much for this to be a preview of things to come. Speaking of, the closer he got, the more I wanted to taste him.

He gave a garbled complaint when I pulled my tongue out of his ass, then moaned in approval when I raised his hips and fed his cock into my mouth. That winking hole, though. I sucked my finger into my mouth alongside his cock, getting it wet, then pressing it against his hole. He pulled back, just for a second.

“Please.”

I pressed the finger inside, and he moaned loudly. He got even louder when I added more spit and a second finger. I took him deep, stroking his insides. He was practically weeping as I attacked those delicate nerve endings.

The sounds of his pleasure and the way he was working my cock head got me there in seconds. I tried to pull away, but he doubled down, deepening his suction.

I pulled back. “Gonna come.”

Ignoring my warning, he took me deeper and sucked harder.

If his pleasure brought me up to the edge, his bravery was the thing that drop-kicked me over it. I let the orgasm take me, spilling into his mouth. He swallowed as much of it as he could, then started clenching around my finger.

I never wanted to leave this moment.

He choked on my cum, shouting as he came down the back of my throat.

His full-body shiver layered over with his cum-drunk expression, eyes fluttering, clumsy with pleasure. A little too quick for his own balance, he spun around, nearly falling off the bed. I grabbed him, and he kissed me, licking into my mouth, sharing our combined spend like a delicacy.

“Did you like what I did with my fingers?” I asked softly.

He bit at his lip, nodding.

“Next time, I’ll use lube. Maybe add a third finger.”

His eyes glowed. “Yes.Please.”

“And, maybe, if you’re patient enough, we can work up to my cock.” I grabbed his ass. “In here.”

He smiled. Pleased. Silly. “I’d like that.”

“You’re not scared? Nervous?” I ran my thumb over his cheek. “It’s okay to be.”

He shook his head as if he didn’t understand the question. “Scared of you? Never. You would never harm me.”

“Never,” I assured him. Cupping his jaw, I brought him in for another soft kiss before we resumed our positions.

Me on my back, him plastered against my side, holding on for dear life.

I got up earlythe next morning; my body was used to being up before the sun. Waking with Clark still in my arms, still holding on for dear life, filled me with dangerous thoughts. Even as I reminded myself that this was just a vacation fling, I couldn’t help but think he looked like an angel with mussed brown hair.

Something about him called out to me. Made me want to care for him. To make life just as sweet for him.

Nope, nope, nope.

That kind of thinking would only get me into trouble.

He slept like the dead, so I carefully rolled away from his octopus-like grip and snuck out of bed. Grabbing one of the Snow Creek Ranch notepads, I jotted out a short note and left quietly.

It felt like I was abandoning something precious. Like a piece of my heart.

Chapter 13

Clark