Page 16 of Courage of the Mountain
Heath stands up abruptly, keeping me in his arms as he swipes everything off the table to clear it. I squeal at the suddenmovement, but he captures the sound in his mouth, sucking all the air out of my lungs in a punishing, devastating kiss.
“What about breakfast?” I ask, no longer caring at all about the food or coffee.
“Got my breakfast right here.”
He sets me down on the table and fuses his lips to mine. Heath grips my inner thighs, spreading them apart so he can get closer to my aching core. I can’t hold back a moan when he grinds his thick dick against me. He tangles his fingers in my hair and rips my mouth away from his, only to nip his way down my neck.
A shiver runs through me when he covers the little bites with a sweet kiss. He’s dominant, demanding, and territorial, while also being tender and caring. It’s addictive, the way he handles me. A girl could get used to this.
“Need to taste more of you, Lily.”
I nod, knowing I’ll like whatever Heath does next.
To my complete shock, Heath grips the neckline of the shirt I’m wearing and tears it in two. I gasp and giggle at his eagerness, but then moan when I feel his tongue circling my nipple. Heath grunts and licks the other one before closing his lips around it and sucking. Hard.
I squeeze my thighs around his hips and lean back on my hands, giving him more access. His hands and mouth cover every inch of my breasts and torso with kisses, bites, pinches, and soothing strokes.
Heath scrapes his teeth down my soft belly and kneels in front of me, shouldering my knees apart so he’s staring right at my panty-covered pussy. I know he sees how shamefully wet I am. How wet he’s made me. Heath leans forward and covers the wet spot with his mouth, sucking on the fabric and making me gasp in surprise.
He grunts into my pussy and breathes in deep. Holy hell, this man is fucking hot. Everything he does. Heath hooks his thumbs into the side of my panties and slowly drags them down my legs until I'm bare before him. For a few seconds, he just stares at me. It's unnerving. No one has ever seen me like this. Touched me like this. Ruined me like this.
Heath peppers kisses up the insides of my thighs, first one, and then the other. Then he parts my lips with his thumbs and lets out a strangled moan.
“Jesus Christ, you’re dripping for me. I need it. Need to taste it. Need to.” He sounds like a man possessed. I love it. How am I the one doing this to him? Why me?
I don’t have time to overthink it before his tongue is sliding through my folds. I gasp and moan, falling backward onto the table. Heath licks me up and down, humming into my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. I swear I feel his wet, hot tongue deep in my core, the liquid heat pooling inside me and filling my veins with burning ecstasy.
Heath leans back slightly, and I whimper at the loss of him. Then he swipes two fingers up my slit, pulling my pussy lips open and forming a cage around my clit with his fingers. My eyes slam shut as his tongue makes contact with my isolated bundle of nerves.
The whole world zooms down to just Heath and me. He sucks on me fiercely, and my body winds up fast and hard. When I'm about to come, he backs away and pushes his tongue inside me, lapping at my throbbing channel. One finger finds my clit, and he brushes it softly, never letting me go over the edge but making sure I'm still right there.
“Please, please…” I whine, squirming beneath him and trying to get him where I need him most.
Heath ignores me, continuing to torture my swollen, sensitive cunt with his tongue. His finger circles my entrance,over and over, then dips inside. I moan, feeling my tight channel stretch around his large digit. Fuck, I can’t even imagine what his cock is going to feel like. I don’t know if I’ll survive, but I sure as hell want to try.
He slowly works his finger in and out of me with gentle thrusts, then he curls it up. My body spasms violently, causing my thighs to close around his head and my back to bow off the table.
“Feel good?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly, sending another shiver up my spine.
“So… good…” I gasp.
Heath grunts in approval, then continues to fingerfuck me hard and suck on my clit, growling into my pussy. My muscles lock up tight, each thrust and rough lick sending me higher, higher, higher…
And then I shatter.
I scream out his name and claw at the table as my orgasm ravishes me. Heath slides his hands underneath my ass and pulls me closer, burying his face into my pulsing cunt and drinking down all of my release. I squeeze my eyes shut and fall into pleasure so intense I think I might pass out.
“So beautiful,” he rasps as he scoops me up into his arms. “Love watching you come apart for me.”
I’m vaguely aware of my torn clothes and the mess of food and dishes from breakfast, but none of that matters as my mountain man carries me inside.
He barely has time to set me down on the kitchen floor before his phone rings. “Dammit,” he grunts as he fishes it out of his pocket. The desire drains from his eyes, replaced by guilt. It hurts worse than if he punched me in the gut.
Heath looks at his phone, then at me, before taking a step back. “I’m sorry,” he mouths before answering the call. “Hayden, what’s up?”
I’m left standing naked and alone in Heath’s kitchen, feeling more vulnerable than I ever have. Why am I always alone? Always so alone. Only this time, it’s worse. This time, I know what it’s like to be wanted, to be desired, to be taken care of, which only makes the rejection hurt that much more.
I’m such an idiot. I was blinded by my stupid childhood crush, then got carried away when he showed up in my time of need. Heath must have gotten swept up in the moment, too, but now it’s over. We’re over.
