Page 8 of Surrendered to the Mountain Man

Tori was on her knees, wearing only her panties. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. She looked utterly fuckable. I’d never wanted a woman more.

Not just for sex, either. I wanted her in my bed every night for the rest of my life. Naked, in pajamas...I didn’t care. This was the woman for me.

“Come here,” she said, gesturing with her finger.

I didn’t have to be asked twice. I moved toward her, all too aware of the fact that my jeans and underwear were still at thigh level. My hand was wrapped around my cock as I stared at those generous breasts—the ones I’d had in my hand just minutes earlier. I wanted to lick her nipples before moving my mouth to her clit and making her come again.

But she wanted me to come first, and I was all about making my woman happy.

“Is this what you want?” I asked as I slid my hand from my base all the way to the tip, keeping my eyes on her the entire time.

She gave a slow nod, her eyes wide as she stared at my hand. I moved with deliberate slowness, wanting her to appreciate every damn second of this. But she wanted to watch me enjoy it.

And then she was gesturing again.“I want to taste the tip.”

Did this woman have any idea what she was doing to me? The answer to that had to be no. I did as she commanded and stepped even closer, stopping just in front of her.

Lifting her gaze toward my face, she cupped her breasts as she leaned forward. Her tongue snaked out, sliding across the tip, lapping up the pre-cum that had formed there.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open if I tried. I let them slam shut as I savored the feel of her tongue swirling around my tip. My strokes grew bolder, longer, and faster, driving me toward orgasm.

When I came, I didn’t have time to think about aiming. I couldn’t think about anything except the fact that this woman was in front of me, mostly naked and wanting me. I unloaded a ridiculous amount of cum, only looking to see where it had landed once I was finished.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw my girl licking her lips. But only some of the cum had landed on her. The vast majority was on the floor. Together, we looked down at it.

“Crap,” I said.

Eyes wide, she looked up at me, then pushed herself to her feet. “I have to go.”

“Wait...what? Why?”

Those words rang through the air in the closet. Neither of us seemed worried about whispering anymore.

Tori had snatched up her clothes and was now hurriedly sliding into them. “I have to get up early tomorrow and drive home. But thanks for...everything.”

I couldn’t believe how fast she’d gotten dressed. I couldn’t seem to form words to stop her from leaving, either. As a result, I just stood there, pants around my thighs, naked around my groin area, watching her leave.

Only after the door closed and I was in the closet alone did it hit me that I had no way to reach her. All I knew was her first name was Tori and she lived in Kingston.

What if I never found her again?

4

TORI

This time was different.

That was what I told myself as I sat on the balcony, staring out over the deserted pool. During the day, someone had come out and set up all the furniture that the tornado had upended. Some was missing, and I assumed that furniture had been taken away due to damage.

Sighing, I took another sip of the overpriced water I’d grabbed from the desk in my room. I knew I’d regret it once I saw the bill at checkout, but I didn’t have it in me to go out in search of something to drink. I just wanted to sit here on my balcony, hydrate, and chide myself for getting sexual with a guy who was clearly going to dump me.

Crap. He’d actually said that word after I’d given way too much of myself. I’d never even been naked in front of a guy before, let alone touched and licked a man’s...private parts. I blushed just thinking about what I’d done.

But a part of me warned that I was going down an all-too-familiar path right now. I was looking for excuses to run rather than sticking around to see what might happen next. I was afraid. Terrified. And it was easier to push him away than to risk having my heart stomped on.

A distant banging sound brought me out of my thoughts. Oh great. They were rebuilding something somewhere nearby. Strange they were doing it at night, though. It had to be outside—that was the only area affected by the storms on this particular property.

But the banging noise continued, and now that I listened to it, it sounded close. It sounded like it was coming from behind me. Maybe in my own room?

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