Page 20 of Haunted By the Mountain Man
The command in my voice made her shiver. She closed the laptop and set it aside, then crawled across the bed toward me. The sight of her on her hands and knees, in my shirt, moving toward me with those dark eyes full of want—it made my cock hard instantly.
When she reached the edge of the bed, she sat back on her heels, looking up at me. The height difference was even more pronounced with her kneeling on the mattress while I stood.
"What do you want?" she asked, but her gaze had already dropped to the obvious bulge in my jeans.
"You know what I want."
Her hands came up to my belt, working it open with steady fingers. "Tell me anyway."
"Your mouth." My voice came out strained. "I want that smart mouth of yours on me."
She freed me from my jeans and boxers, her small hand wrapping around my length. "Like this?"
"Raven." Her name was a warning.
She leaned forward, maintaining eye contact as her tongue darted out to taste the bead of moisture at my tip. The sight nearly brought me to my knees.
"You're so big," she murmured, stroking me slowly. "I don't know if I can take all of you."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." She licked from base to tip, making me groan. "I want to make you lose control. Want to feel you come undone because of me."
She took me into her mouth, just the head at first, her tongue swirling in a way that made my hands fly to her hair. The messybun came undone, purple-streaked black hair spilling through my fingers.
"That's it," I encouraged as she took me deeper. "You're doing so good."
She hummed around me, the vibration making my hips jerk forward involuntarily. She pulled back, gasping.
"Sorry, I—"
"Do it again," she said, then took me back into her mouth.
This time when she hummed, I let myself thrust gently, carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But her eyes were closed in concentration, her hands gripping my thighs.
She couldn't take all of me—I was too big and she was still learning what she could handle—but what she could take was perfect. Her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, and the combined sensation was driving me insane.
"Raven," I warned, feeling the tension building. "I'm close. You don't have to—"
She pulled back just enough to speak. "I want to taste you. Want all of you."
Those words destroyed the last of my control. She took me back into her mouth, sucking hard, and I came with a groan. She swallowed everything, until I had to gently pull her away, too sensitive to take anymore.
“Such a good girl,” I crooned. “And now—"
A crash from downstairs made us both freeze.
Then Walt's voice, panicked and confused: "Shane! There's smoke! The fire! It's happening again!"
"Stay here."
"Like hell," she said, getting off the bed and slipping on her sneakers.
We found Walt in the main lobby, pacing frantically, his hands shaking. He was pointing at a vent where dust was drifting out. It was just harmless building debris disturbed bywind, but in his fractured mind, it was smoke from the fire that had haunted him for thirty years.
"The guests," he was saying, his voice breaking. "We have to evacuate the guests. Rebecca—we have to find Rebecca before it's too late."
"Walt." I moved toward him slowly, hands raised. "There's no fire. No guests. You're safe."
