Page 24 of Playing With The Mountain Man

“Oh fuck,” she swore.

She was close. She was hot, drowning me, and the tremors were so fucking sexy I could barely stand it. I sucked her clit between my lips, and she exploded in a loud scream that echoed across my kitchen.

I drank down every drop as she lost control, slowing my fingers but continuing to tease her. It wasn’t until she managed to sit up and wrap her hand around my wrist, steadying me, that I stopped.

“Fuck that was hot,” I told her, knowing she could see her juices shining on my beard.

“I … I … I have no words,” she replied, looking a little dazed, which somehow made her even sexier.

I forced myself to my feet, ignoring my dick, and pressed my lips to hers. I was caught off-guard when she took over, plunging her tongue into my mouth, undoubtedly tasting herself. She was sweet and tangy and mine. I’d known it before I’d watched her unravel, but seeing her like that, I was gone. Completely fucking gone. Tillie must have a magical pussy. I hadn’t even gotten my dick wet, and I was already trying to figure out how to keep her.

When she reached down and palmed my cock, it was my turn to moan.

I grabbed her wrist, stilling her movements.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking up at me with confusion in her eyes.

“You don’t have to,” I told her.

“What if I want to?” she sassed back, sliding off the counter and standing in front of me.

“Trust me, as much as I’d love to see your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, tonight wasn’t about that,” I confirmed for her, reaching for her hips and pinning her against me. She was going to hear me, and she wasn’t going to run.

“It wasn’t?”

“Not at all. Tonight was all about you, Tillie.”

“But …”

“Nope. No buts. Now let’s get you cleaned up so I can take you home before you end up trapped up here with me,” I told her, leaning down and scooping her up into my arms.

“Your shoulder …”

“Feels fine,” I reiterated. She didn’t need to know that the reason it felt so good right now was that all the blood in my body was currently in my dick, and I couldn’t think straight enough to worry about anything else. Besides, it was going to take more than a banged-up shoulder to stop me wanting this woman in my arms.

“Cody.” My name sounded like a warning, or maybe it was a plea.

I pressed my lips to hers to silence her. I had a feeling I was going to be doing it a lot, but I didn’t mind. Not at fucking all.

After a quick shower, where I miraculously managed to keep my hands and my dick to myself, Tillie was rugged up and perched in the front seat of my truck as I slowly and carefully wound our way back down the mountain in silence.

The storm had wreaked havoc on the roads. Large sections were carved out of the gravel, and some sections now looked more like rivers than roads. Branches were down, and more than once I felt the tires skid.

It wasn’t until I hit the main road that I let out the breath I’d been holding and let the tension seep from my shoulders. I was going to be stiff and sore tomorrow, but I refused to regret a second of it. I couldn’t. Not when I glanced over at Tillie, who was concentrating hard on the windshield, her cherry-red cheeks and sleepy satisfaction evident. More than once, I’d heard her yawn even if she tried to stifle it.

Once we hit town, the rain seemed to ease, transforming into a steady drizzle instead of the relentless pounding we’d endured higher up. Under the streetlights, I crawled to a stop outside the diner, realizing too late that I didn’t know where she lived. I’d just devoured her pussy like a starved man, but I had no idea where she lived.

“I can drop you at your place,” I offered.

“Here’s fine.”

“It’s no trouble, Tillie,” I attempted. “I don’t want you to get wet.”

She shot a look at me that made me smirk and turned my dick back to steel. I hadn't meant anything untoward with my comment, but I liked the way she thought.

“I need to check on a few things before tomorrow morning anyway,” she conceded.

“Ah, makes sense. Well, I guess this is it,” I said, keeping my hands on the wheel while we idled out the front.