Page 62 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

“So there’s like an ass orgasm and a cock orgasm?”

“Yes,” he said, chuckling. “That’s why some guys can come hands-free. Most guys don’t, at least not all the time, so you stimulate both at the same time.”

“Well, I am absolutely certain that I won’t need your hands with this fucking baseball bat shoved up my ass.”

He laughed. “But you want my hands, don’t you?”

“Please.”

The way he rolled his hips was hypnotic, and when he reached between us and started stroking me with a slick hand, I thought I’d astral projected into Valhalla. My cock, which had been soft nearly this whole time, revived in his hearty grip. The sensations from my ass and from his hand were like a two-stroke engine, getting me higher and higher and higher.

I had the horrifying notion that he could absolutely take away his hand and his cock and leave me hanging the way I had left him hanging for damn near an hour. Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, an orgasm like I’d never had before crawled up my spine and out to every skin cell. Violent, precise, far too much. I shouted as the orgasm took over my body.

I could see musical notes and hear in color.

Beau was grunting, breathing hard, his face contorted with pleasure. My overworked nerves were screaming, but I needed his orgasm like I needed my next breath. He stiffened, his mouth falling open, staring into my eyes as he shivered and came. And came.

We were both gasping for air, trying to kiss, trying to remember our fucking names. The look he gave me … I felt it in my toes. Passion. Desire.Need. We’d just come our brains out, but he looked like he wanted more.

Not more sex. Just … more.

Me too.

We stayed together as long as we could. He was careful as he pulled out, though I couldn’t help my grimace.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he said, kissing me between the words, awkwardly trying to manage the condom with his rapidly softening dick.

“It’s good, you’re good,” I reassured him, returning his kisses.

He ditched the condom, then rolled on top of me, knowing how much I loved that.

“This okay?”

“Perfect,” I hummed.

We stayed in that position a while, but eventually the sweaty stickiness between us needed to be dealt with. He took me into the shower and washed me up. Made me lean against the cool tile so he could examine me. It was sweet and a little dirty.

“Fuck, look at this used hole,” he murmured appreciatively.

He licked me, entering me with his tongue until a sweet, gentle orgasm settled over my bones.

I hadn’t been lying.

He really had ruined me for every other man.

Chapter 18

Beau

Five a.m. came like a haymaker to my face. I did not want to get out of bed. Not just because I hadn’t slept that well in a long, long time, but because I didn’t want to let Clark go.

I had not anticipated last night going the way it had. I liked being edged, sure, but I’d never had someone spend so much time with me. The level of focus and patience that took … I was a mess over this man.

Regrettably, I still had a job to do.

This time, when I tried to slide out of Clark’s grip, I wasn’t able to sneak away quite so cleanly.

“No,” he whined, tightening his grip on me.