Page 7 of Loyal to the Mountain Man

And then I felt his tip at my entrance as he probed, then gently slid inside me. I froze, remembering this was my first time and it was sure to be painful.

Zachary obviously remembered too. Instead of plunging in deep, he stayed near the entrance, nudging and poking slowly as he moved in and out. It didn’t hurt at first—mostly it just felt tight. But gradually, as he pushed his way inside, the pain set in. I closed my eyes and told myself it would pass soon and then this would feel good.

As that thought occurred to me, I felt his lips on my shoulder, planting kisses as his hand returned to that spot from before. He didn’t even move, just stood in that awkward position, sliding his finger over my clit as his cock stayed firmly planted a couple of inches in.

It took a good couple of minutes, but his persistence paid off. Soon, arousal was mixing with pain, and then my thoughts drifted away from the pain altogether. I just closed my eyes and imagined the picture we made—me bent over, legs spread, him slightly stooped behind me as those muscular arms circled my waist, his hand between my legs.

This was super hot. The stuff sexual fantasies were made of. In fact, it would probably fuel my fantasies for years, but hopefully, he’d be in my life for all those years so we could reenact it—and much more.

But I couldn’t think about the future now. All I could think about was the sensation of his fingers moving over my clit, my pussy getting wet for him. I felt him moving inside me, going a little deeper. It was painful, but the pleasure was so intense, the pain turned me on in a weird way.

Maybe this was why some people were into spanking and being whipped. I didn’t know about that. All I knew was this guy was hard for me. And nothing could ever turn me on more.

“That’s it,” he said in a quiet voice. “Open up for me, baby. That’s my girl.”

“Oh, God,” I said as my eyes shuttered closed.

I wanted to hear his voice—moaning, grunting, talking dirty to me. We couldn’t do any of that here. The next time, we’d do it in a bed. Maybe in his home, where we could have all the privacy we needed to have unrestrained sex.

He was still moving slowly, tentatively, but I wanted more. I pushed past the pain, moving myself up and down his length, pushing him deeper and deeper as I gasped. Meanwhile, he kept stroking me, taking me up, up, up, the sound of our bodies slapping together drowning out the shower just inches away from us.

As a second orgasm took over my body, a whimper escaped and I bit my lip, trying to hold back any further noises. My movements on his cock increased until finally, they slowed.

He seemed to get the hint that I was finished, moving his hand to my hip, holding me in place as he slid in and out. He still wasn’t going quite as deep as I’d been going, but it seemed to be all he needed, his frantic movements finally culminating in a loud, “Ahhh” that definitely could have been heard outside the building if anyone had been around.

I didn’t care, though. The sound of him crying out was hot—another moment to add to my future list of fantasies. Or maybe I’d add it to my list of things we had to do again. And again. And again.

And then it was over. In the seconds that followed, it hit me just exactly what we’d done. It was everything I could have possibly imagined it would be, but it was also terrifying.

This guy had seen me at my most vulnerable, and we’d technically just met, but what I felt for him was almost overpowering. It had to be real, right? He wasn’t going to just pull out and walk out of here and never speak to me again.

Oh God. I’d be absolutely devastated if that happened.

I held my breath as he pulled out, saying nothing. I closed my eyes, still not moving despite the fact that I was in a very awkward position against the wall. I didn’t want to look at him, I was so scared of what I’d find there.

“Zach, you in there?”

A male voice rang through the air. Everything else was forgotten as I lowered my leg to the floor and spun to face Zachary. My heart was racing for a completely different reason now, and I was hoping something in Zachary’s expression would tell me everything was going to be okay.

But what I saw there was the opposite. His jaw was clenched, his eyes as wide as mine probably were. He was staring toward the entrance, in the general direction of the voice.

Zachary held up a finger and mouthed “Stay here,” then snatched up his underwear and climbed into it before heading out of the stall. Once he was out of my view, I heard him say, “Hey, Colton.”

That was the difference between men and women. I would’ve made sure I was fully dressed before I headed out of here. Most of the women I knew would too. But men just wandered around in their briefs, not thinking a thing about it.

“You alone in here?” the unfamiliar male voice said

No answer. In fact, the silence stretched so long, I started to wonder if Zachary planned to give away that he wasn’t alone in here. That there was, in fact, a naked woman just inside the stall. A woman whose clothes were still on the sink in plain view of anyone who walked in.

Oh, crap.

I pressed my hands to my chest and looked around frantically. There was nothing to cover up with except his clothes. But that wasn’t the big issue here. The big issue was the fact that all this Colton guy had to do was look to the right and he’d see a woman’s dress blouse on top of a woman’s skirt. There were also some ballet flats on the ground somewhere out there.

“As far as I know,” Zachary said. “Just me taking a quick shower before I head back to work.”

“The boss man has been looking for you. He wants to get the crew together at the Lockwood site this afternoon. Apparently, something’s come up. It’s going to shift around some stuff. Go ahead and take your shower, and I’ll meet you over there.”

Zachary had already taken a shower, but the guy probably assumed he hadn’t, considering the water was still running. I’d looked in that direction and considered turning it off, but that would definitely alert him that someone else was here.

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