Page 9 of Tormented Mountain Man

Maybe he thought that was a little too much. He worried it brought to mind thoughts of him coming in his pants.

But guys did that sometimes. I knew that much. I might be a virgin, but I was an avid reader. I’d been reading things I wasn’t supposed to since I was old enough to sneak the romance novels out of my mom’s secret stash in her bedside table.

“I wouldn’t want to see that happen,” I said.

I had his button through the hole, and I was now lowering the zipper. I was about to see my first naked man—in person, anyway. I’d looked it up online plenty of times over the years. Curiosity killed the cat. Or it prepared the woman for someday being with a man.

He wore white boxer briefs. That surprised me, and I didn’t know why. I guess I figured a hot guy like him would wear something more manly. Camouflage. Black. Blue. White wasn’t feminine by any means. It just seemed so basic, like a guy who gave little thought to what underwear he wore.

Yeah, maybe that fit, after all.

My gaze lifted to his face as I slid my hands under the elastic waistband of his briefs, pushing both those and his jeans down. His eyes weren’t on me, though. He was looking off to the left.

I glanced in that direction as his erection sprang out from the confines of his underwear. There was nothing in that direction—not even another balcony. My room was that way, but the rest of the wedding party would be on the far end of the building.

That was when it hit me. We were outside. No one could see us here, but there was still something thrilling about being out in the open. Something about the warm summer air blowing over his bare ass and hips and chest…

He was hard. So damn hard. And I’d done that to him. That brought the biggest thrill of all. Me, a normal, everyday girl from Seduction Summit, North Carolina, had turned on this hulking god of a man. It made me want to do everything I could to not only keep him erect but give him the relief he so obviously needed.

“How does that feel?” I asked as I wrapped my hand around his shaft.

He shifted his gaze back to me, eyes wide as if suddenly remembering what was happening. Yeah, not only was nobody watching us, but I had him in my hand. I was slowly moving over him, feeling his steely length, the ridges of his veins bulging along his shaft.

“It feels damn good,” he said.

“Can I wrap my lips around it?” I asked.

I saw it now. His chest was rising and falling dramatically. Oh yeah, I was definitely doing things to him.

“Only if you take off that shirt first. If you want, that is.”

He was being respectful. I didn’t want him to be respectful. I needed him to treat me like the naughty girl I wanted to be. The naughty girlhebrought out in me.

“My pleasure,” I said.

I released him and jerked the T-shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground. Then I reached back and unclasped my bra, shoving it off too.

Only after it was on the ground did I realize I was completely topless. He hadn’t asked me to remove the bra. I could have kept that on. But I didn’t want to. I wanted him to see me. Ineededthat look on his face right now. The hunger in his eyes showing that he liked what he saw.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

Nobody had ever said that to me. I’d been called cute, adorable, even pretty. But beautiful? And the hunger in his voice as he said it sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my pussy.

This was what sex was all about. This was why my friends got themselves in sticky situations, allowing themselves to be heartbroken over and over again. It could be addictive, having a man like Hunter look at me like that. If he were using me, I could totally see myself falling for it.

But I had this feeling I was safe with him. He wouldn’t hurt me. He might have a lot of issues, but he would never break my heart.

I trusted him. I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone.

Smiling, I lowered myself to my knees, looking up at him as I once again wrapped my hand around his shaft. I flicked my tongue over his tip, never taking my eyes off his face.

That heated stare only intensified. I liked that look so much, I was tempted to stop and just bask in it for a little while. But he was expecting more, and I wasn’t one to let him down.

I took him in deep this time. As deep as I could. He was huge. Not just long, but wide. Was that the right word for it? Width? Girth? Circumference? The words flashed through my mind like answers to an exam I’d spent years studying to take.

I stretched my mouth as far as it would go, taking him in until he nearly reached the back of my throat. Was that going to fit inside me? I doubted it, but then I remembered that people had babies. If a baby could pass through that tight channel, surely this enormous erection could fit.

The balls. I’d read about that. Men liked when a woman touched them. At least, that was the impression I got from the romance novels I’d read. I reached underneath him and slid my fingers over the tight bulge I found there. That brought an immediate groan from him.

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