Page 7 of Reckless Mountain Man

“At the same time.” I wrapped my hand around my cock and held still, adding, “Slide your hand under your underwear and find the small nub of flesh at the very top of your pussy.”

Nub of flesh. I didn’t know a better way to describe it. The word “flesh” sounded anything but sexy, though.

“My clit,” she said. “Everyone says that’s the spot to focus on.”

“Sure is,” I said.

She did exactly as I instructed, not taking her eyes off my hand as she parted her legs slightly and reclined back, propping herself up with her left hand, palm down, on the table behind her. Her right hand went beneath the elastic waistband of her cotton briefs.

Her eyes finally drifted shut as I saw her hand moving beneath the thin cloth. The look on her face wasn’t pleasure, though. It was concentration. She seemed to be trying to figure out what she was doing.

I began slowly stroking as I watched that hand move. I couldn’t see what she was doing exactly, but this was even hotter—just knowing she was pleasuring herself and I couldn’t see it.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

Her eyes opened just in time to catch me on my third stroke. I picked up the pace a little, rubbing my finger over the tip tograb the bead of moisture that had formed there and use it to lubricate.

“Oh, God, that’s hot,” she said. “I think that’s doing it for me more than my finger.”

Watching me touch myself was turning her on. This woman might be a wildcat in bed. That was good news.

“You like this?” I asked.

I moved my left hand underneath to stroke my balls and gave them a little squeeze for good measure. I normally didn’t make that a part of my jerk-off ritual, but I was putting on a show for her.

“Mm-hmm,” she said in a breathy voice. “This feels amazing. Kind of warm and tingly. Is there a certain way I’m supposed to do it?”

“Whatever feels good for you.” I shrugged. “You can go in circles. Back and forth, up and down, criss-cross… You can even spell out the alphabet.”

I’d heard of men doing that with their tongues. I’d never tried it. But the look on her face told me I probably shouldn’t have brought up that little tidbit. Now she was no doubt trying to figure out how to incorporate the alphabet into what she was doing.

To make up for it, I gave my cock a little more attention, making my strokes long and deliberate, but still slow. I needed to hold out. I didn’t want to come until I was inside her.

“I want to watch you,” she said. “Let’s do this together.”

Oh, fuck, how could I turn down that request? Yes, I’d prefer to feel that tight pussy surrounding me when I came, but there’d be plenty of time for that. Besides, I didn’t have a condom tonight. It was probably better to wait.

But this wouldn’t be waiting. It would just be an appetizer leading up to the main course, and whether that main coursecame tonight or another night didn’t matter. I planned to keep this woman satisfied for the rest of my life.

5

SKYE

This was extremely intimate. I was touching myself in front of a man I’d just met.

So why didn’t I feel more self-conscious? With anyone else, I would have, but Boone made me feel comfortable. I could do anything in front of him and he wouldn’t judge me.

But he was holding back. I could tell, watching him. So I sat up and moved my left hand to cup my breast. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath at the sensation of my finger making quick movements over my clit. I didn’t know what he was talking about with the alphabet, but that sounded fun. We might have to try that later—with his tongue, though, not my finger.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he said. “You’re so hot.”

My eyes drifted open at that, and I saw his strokes had become quicker. He was even harder than he’d been before. I’d never imagined I could get turned on just watching a man masturbate, but the sight in front of me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t have my first orgasm this quickly. That was impossible, right? But I felt the heat radiating through my body in waves, going all the way from my toes to the top of myhead. All my senses were heightened, and it felt like every inhale brought in the freshest air I’d ever breathed.

And then the most incredible sensations I’d ever felt rushed through me as my entire world seemed to center on that one tiny nub. I held in a cry and threw my head back, closing my eyes as my orgasm raced through me.

I wanted to make noise, but I was still technically at work. Even though it was unlikely anyone would hear me, I couldn’t take that risk.

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