Page 11 of Reckless Mountain Man

Suddenly, I broke the kiss and said, “Keep an eye on the door. If you see anybody outside the window, duck.”

Ducking was exactly what I did, but at the same time, my hands were busy with his fly. I jerked his jeans down and found they dropped to his ankles much more easily than mine had. I tugged his underwear down too, then lowered myself to a squat. As soon as his cock sprang free, my right hand went around it while my left hand was still tugging on his underwear.

“Oh, fuck,” he said as I began stroking him.

I looked up to see him staring at the door, but his chest was rising and falling in dramatic, rapid movements and his eyelidsseemed to want to flutter shut. Not taking my eyes off him, I wrapped my mouth around his cock, replacing my hand with my tongue and lips.

I took him in as deep as I could go. He was too big. I’d noticed that yesterday. But it was one thing to see it and another to try to wrap my mouth around it. I did my best, though, and if I was messing it up, he didn’t show it.

He threw his head back and let out a deep breath. I couldn’t tell from this angle whether his eyes were closed or not, but his face certainly wasn’t pointed in the direction of the door.

“Stand up,” he said, without lowering his head.

Did that mean I was messing this up? I did what he said but stared at him with a questioning expression.

“I told you last night I want to come inside you,” he said. “But tonight, I’m prepared.” He looked down. “I just have to dig it out of my pants pocket.”

“I’ll handle that.” I squatted again. “Keep an eye on the door.”

I found the small square packet in the back pocket of his jeans. I doubted very seriously he wandered around with that in his pocket all the time. From that, I could only assume that meant he’d come here with one thing in mind, and that brought a smile to my face.

I stepped out of my shoes and pants once I was back on my feet again. Meanwhile, he was busy opening the packet and sliding the condom on his full erection.

“Okay,” he said once the condom was on. “Now it’s your turn to keep an eye on the door. Back in your original position.”

“Wait,” I said. “We’re doing this from behind. Will it hurt more this way?”

He thought about that a second, then glanced at the door. “Once I’m inside you, I can’t guarantee I’ll keep an eye on things, and I sure as hell don’t want you to lose your job.”

I got what he was saying. I nodded and moved into the same position as before. This time, I could spread my legs even wider, and that turned out to be unnecessary because I had to move them together more so he could get the angle right.

“I want you to touch yourself,” he said. “Like you did last night, remember?”

I nodded, but it felt awkward moving my hand to that spot, which was still slick from before. Touching myself turned out to be exactly the distraction I needed as he positioned his tip at my entrance.

“I’m going to stay still,” he said. “You control the movements. Take me in as deep as you feel comfortable.”

Comfortable seemed completely unattainable right now. It didn’t hurt, exactly. It just felt tight and weird. But I was curious enough to push him deeper inside and was rewarded with a sharp twinge of pain that nearly collapsed me on the counter. I immediately pulled off him and moved slower this time, taking him in just deep enough to say he was technically inside me.

But I wanted to lose my virginity tonight. Maybe this counted, but it felt like it shouldn’t.

Keeping my eyes on that window, I continued touching myself, hoping that would somehow loosen me up. At the same time, I bounced on him, easing him deeper and deeper like I could trick my body into not feeling him inside me. Soon enough, it started to feel not so bad, and then good, but maybe that was my own touch.

I heard laughter and froze. No, it was too far away for it to be an immediate threat to us. I kept a vigilant watch, though, as my body started slowly warming up again.

“Your pussy is so wet,” he said. “And so tight. You feel so good around my cock.”

His dirty talk made the pleasure overtake the pain once and for all. I had to force my eyes to stay open. They wanted to driftclosed as I bounced, plunging him deeper and deeper. The sound of him sliding in and out of my wet pussy mingled with our deep breaths, and the combination pushed me closer and closer to orgasm.

“I think I’m going to come,” I said, hoping that would give him the permission he needed to let go.

No doubt he was holding back. Sure enough, he let out a barely audible grunt and tightened his hold on my hips. Somehow, I knew he was doing everything he could to hold back from slamming into me, but that was exactly what I’d want him to do later—once the pain was gone completely.

I bit my lip so hard, I was sure it drew blood as my second orgasm of the night claimed my body. It took everything I had not to cry out, and I had a feeling it was the same for him. He let out another grunt, this time definitely audible but barely above a whisper. And then I felt him moving—not going deeper, just sliding in and out of me faster and faster.

He whispered, “Christ” and began trembling. I smiled. This was the best sex he’d ever had, and I hadn’t even gotten started yet. Once I got some experience, I’d rock his world.

Another laugh, still far away. But I didn’t want to take the risk. He pulled away, and I took a deep breath as I turned to look at him. I was terrified I’d see a cold look on his face, some sort of sign that this was a one-time thing, but he was looking at the door.

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