Page 6 of Surrendered to the Mountain Man

“Yes, but in this case, when you land on a person, you have to go into the closet and shut the door. And then, in the dark?—”

I reached back and flipped off the light. “Like this?”

It was pitch dark in the closet now. I couldn’t see a damn thing.

“Yes,” Tori said. “I got stuck in the closet with Drake Monroe. He’s into boys, not girls, and everyone knew it, so I guess he got stuck with me too. We sat and gossiped for the whole seven minutes.”

“Sounds like you were cheated out of a good time.”

I felt her move toward me. She wasn’t touching me, but the air around me had gotten heavier, more charged. And then she spoke, making it clear that yes, she was standing closer. Very close. Close enough that I could reach out and pull her against me.

“Nah,” she said. “I didn’t want to make out with any of those boys. I wanted someone just like you.”

That went straight through me. She wanted someone like me? Just those words warmed me in ways I couldn’t understand.

“In seventh grade?” I asked.

She laughed. “Not exactly. I just wanted something more than what the boys in my school had to offer. Something like what I feel when I’m around you.”

That made sense. I felt the same way. All my life, I’d searched for this…whatever it was. The electricity that zoomed between us every time she was close. The way I couldn’t look away from that beautiful face. This feeling that my life had changed forever, and I couldn’t even remember who I was before tonight.

It all sounded so cheesy, but there it was. And now I had the chance to do something about it.

“So how does this whole seven minutes in heaven thing work?” I asked as my dick pressed against my zipper.

“Everyone’s on the other side of that door, speculating about what we’re doing,” she said.

That threw me for a moment. They were? But then it hit me that she was roleplaying. That was hot.

“The rules of Seven Minutes in Heaven are simple.” She took another step toward me, which put her just inches from me. It was getting harder to keep my hands off her. “You can do whatever you want with the seven minutes. You can make out, have sex, or just talk. When the seven minutes are up, you have to come out.”

“So I only have seven minutes,” I said.

“I only have seven minutes.”

Before I could ask what she meant, I felt Tori’s hands on the fastening of my jeans. I should stop her. I should tell her that I wanted to satisfy her before she?—

Her hand was in my jeans before I could say anything. Not just my jeans, but my underwear. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut as those warm fingers slid around my shaft, moving downward as she pressed her body close to mine.

“How does that feel?” she asked.

All I could do was moan again. “You really should let me?—”

“Shhh,” she interrupted. “Remember, we only have seven minutes. And what happens in the closet, stays in the closet.”

With her other hand, she shoved down my underwear and jeans, setting my cock free. I moaned again. Damn, it felt so good. No way could I have stopped her.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “I think it’s called ‘jerking off’?”

That threw me for a second, but then I remembered the game. We were pretending to be two innocent teens, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Of course, she knew exactly what this was called. A hand job. She’d probably done at least that much by the time she graduated high school. But there was something a little clumsy about the way she moved her hand along my length. It was almost like she was...exploring.

“You’re so big,” she whispered. “Nobody ever told me a penis could be this thick and long.”

My eyes widened, and I was glad she couldn’t see my response. I was surprised mostly at the use of the word “penis.” It wasn’t quite dirty talk. Not at all. Instead, it was kind of clinical.

She was really good at this roleplaying stuff.

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