Page 30 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 11
Tyler
Normally, I’d have finished off by slamming deep into that sweet, heated core of hers, but I feared that I was too riled up and wouldn’t last more than a few thrusts before coming embarrassingly fast. There was also the fact that I felt she may be way too sensitive at this point to fully enjoy anything I had to offer.
But I needed release. It was non-negotiable.
As I lifted my head, my cock ached. I needed release; I was already too far gone at this point. Standing, I shed my navy blue boxer briefs and let them drop to the floor, kicking them to the side.
Standing between Genevieve’s creamy thighs, I took my dick in my hand and began stroking myself as I stared down at her ivory body. Her chest was heaving, breasts jiggling with each inhale and exhale. She was an exquisite sight to behold.
The taste of her pussy was still on my lips and I swiped at my lower lip, removing her juices as my hand added just a little more pressure and my strokes became a little more frantic.
“Oh Tyler,” she moaned, a wide smile on her lips.
Damn, I loved how she said my name. “Tyler.” She said it so softly, but at the same time I could hear the need in her voice.
Looking down at her spread legs, I focused on her spread pussy, glistening and begging me to enter her. But not this time. Later. She deserved more than a fast and frantic fuck. The tension within me was building, nearly to my breaking point. My balls pulled tight and my hard cock became rock solid. Almost there.
She moaned again, arching her back, pushing her breasts skyward. Opening her eyes, her gaze landed on mine, but quickly dropped lower and she began to stare at my hand as I stroked myself, as if possessed.
It was a crapshoot with women: either they hated watching a man masturbate or they loved it. Genevieve seemed to be the latter; her beautiful blue eyes seemed to be hypnotized by the sight of me bringing myself to orgasm.
Her watching me with lust in her eyes was my undoing. I groaned, so loudly that I was sure Brock could hear me in the other room, but I didn’t give a flying fuck at that moment. A sudden burst of pleasure hit me, followed by a wave of relief so intense my knees went weak and my 210 pounds nearly went toppling onto her.
My dick exploded, shooting out its creamy substance that coated her mound and dripped between her velvety folds. She inhaled sharply and immediately sat up, leaning forward and taking my dick into her mouth, sucking on me and swallowing the aftershocks of my orgasm before releasing me and licking the drips from her lips.
“Holy shit!” I stepped away from between her legs and collapsed next to her on the bed, grabbing onto her and pulling her tight against my body.
She snuggled up against my body, draping one leg over me while her lips nuzzled my neck. “That was…”
Chuckling, I kissed the top of her head. “Satisfactory?” I teased, cocking a brow and pulling back far enough to look into her eyes. By the look in her eyes and the color of her flushed cheeks I knew it was a hell of a lot better than satisfactory.
Smiling, she placed a string of kisses along my shoulder. “Very satisfactory,” she murmured.
We lay there for another minute before there came a knock on the door, followed by Brock’s voice. “If you two are done in there, dinner is ready.”
Genevieve’s face immediately went paler than normal.
“What’s wrong?”
“Brock. Will be he angry?”
I frowned. “By us doing this?”
She nodded.
“No.” Genevieve hadn’t been the first woman we’d shared. It’s not like we did it all the time but had done it in the past. “We don’t get jealous of each other like that. We’re fine sharing.”
“Just like that?”
I nodded. “Just like that,” I confirmed. “Some things are worth sharing.”
“And you’ve done this before?” She rolled over to her side and propped herself up on one elbow to stare down at me. At this moment I wasn’t sure how to read her.
Warning bells began to chime in the back of my head. I was about to tread on dangerous territory. If I said the wrong thing I’d be in trouble. “We don’t make it a habit. But we are open to the idea of one woman for both of us.”
She didn’t say a word for what felt like an eternity but was most likely closer to a minute. “Okay then.” She lay back down again and gave me a hug, nuzzling the side of my neck. Wrapping my arms around her I pulled her close for another minute.
