Page 9 of Forsaken Mountain Man
Bode lifted my chin in a firm grip, tipping my head back as he walked us backward, out of the water. My butt planted on smooth rock still inside the spray, away from the falling water, facing the falls when I managed to crack my eyes open.
He never spoke as he laid me back onto the smoothed rock. I stared up at the cataclysm as he parted my legs on the curved rock ledge, the granite worn away by who knew how many days and years of the spray flowing over its hard surface to gentle the edges.
I sighed, letting him nestle between my legs, jerking when his tongue, hot compared to the water’s cold kiss, touched mybattered folds. I slammed my hand over my mouth, knowing he craved my silence now, in this place.
His altar of serenity.
I sank my teeth into my knuckles as Bode lapped at my drenched cunt, licking both of our fluids from my flesh. His hands kept my legs apart as he worked, sucking and cleaning, until I gushed for him fresh and hot and needy. Then his growls began again. His beard rubbed against tender flesh as I writhed, but he braced strong forearms over my thighs, holding me flat in place. I moaned into my cupped hands, biting my knuckles when his tongue grazed over my swollen clit, leaving me twitching and aching for more of him.
I mumbled at him behind my hands, begging and keeping my wishes to myself, but he made them all come true anyway. Bode sucked on my clit, gentle at first, then faster, flicking the tip of the tortured bud with a rough, too-fast rhythm until I screamed—loud and long and uncontrolled as I came for him.
Two fingers slammed deep inside me, fingers belonging to the man with the monster cock that stretched me before.
My body protested even as my pussy clamped down on him, sending fresh shock waves that refused to let my orgasm end. I rode the waves as he pumped his hand hard, my body bearing down on his palm. Sweat broke over my breasts, beading and dripping as I rolled my hips in time with his touch.
And the whole time he watched me, dark eyes intense and unyielding.
I came on a cry, having long given up trying to hide my pleasure from him or this place. Those fingers flicked deep inside me and I rode that new wave, too. Bode waited until my hips stopped jerking, and I stilled, panting. Then he climbed my body, straddling my face and slid a hand behind my head.
His cock pressed my lips, hard and engorged. Exhausted but needy still, I pressed my sticky thighs together, lifting my head,grateful when he added his support, and sucked on the tip of his cock.
The velvet head with its hard, mushroom shape might be my favorite thing in the world. I could suck that all day when he stared down at me as he did, cobalt eyes hooded. One hand directed his cock down to me, the other massaged my nape as he held me in place so I wouldn't strain my neck. I opened my mouth, taking him deeper.
My body shook with the strain, but I wanted to please him. Again, he took my weight, lifting me with ease so I could swallow him. My legs parted as I squeezed his thighs, my empty pussy aching. One corner of his mouth quirked upward as though he knew what I needed. The hand gripping his cock let go, and he leaned back to reach between my legs, toying with me from the outside. Not penetrating me, but worse. So much worse. Just teasing, playing around the edges of my entrance, getting me nice and slick and messy.
I mewled, humping uselessly at his hand as he watched me pant and suck and lick at him, straining to take what I could of him from this angle, which wasn't much. But I did try to give him pleasure, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue around the swollen tip.
He growled when I flicked my tongue beneath the head and ran my lips along the underside. The hand playing with me disappeared to wrap back around his length. He leaned back a few inches to where I couldn’t suck him anymore.
I frowned, missing the contact twice over as he worked his hand in a blur, his other still locked about the back of my neck. His fingers massaged there in languid circles, leaving me boneless and moaning. His breath came shorter, and he came on a low growl, ropes of white cum stringing across my breasts, painting my flesh and marking me as his.
I panted beneath him despite that he had done the work as he gazed down at me possessively. Thick fingers reached out to swirl through his cum, striping my breasts, teasing my nipples until I was a hot mess beneath him again. Then he brought his fingers to my lips as an offering.
I leaned forward, my body shivering with the simple strain, and sucked his fingers clean without thought.
“Beautiful, Cora. So perfect.”
I smiled, leaning back onto the smooth rock, and closed my eyes.
Today had been perfect. Bode was right. Nothing what I ever expected, but perfect all the same.
Some indeterminable time later after he’d taken me again, slower this time, Bode scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the house. Not along the ledge that I'd walked down before, the one where I’d worried I would fall off the world from, but up a set of roughhewn stairs he’d cut into the inside of the mountain himself.
I didn’t object at all, letting him hold me, our wet clothes bundled in my arms. Let him carry me to his shower, and experience hot water, then a hard but warm bed that also suited the man for both its density and its size. Both were also perfect, all the things I learned about Bode Hunter in this place.
The man who let me in, even when he told me he didn’t want me to stay. The man who was so much more than the art he carved when that was all I’d hiked into his space for. So much more than just a job.
I curled against his chest that night, listened to the slow heartbeat of the mountain man who thought the world had forsaken him, but who had never been forgotten.
EPILOGUE
BODE
Three months after Cora Welk arrived in my life she was still here sitting at my table, working on drawings for her portfolio. And I figured her boss, or maybe Travis had worked out what happened, because no search party arrived to look for her even though the day after she found me beneath the waterfall in the cavern, the sky darkened and snow set in as winter arrived a full three weeks early.
That happened occasionally, with that strange onset of fall’s last cloud burst as its final herald, as though the season decided to have its final fling across the mountainside. And then, the passes closed and we were snowbound for the foreseeable future.
Not that Cora seemed to mind simple mountain life at all. No more than I expected really when I saw her that first day, realized she had walked in with one set of clothes, a few rations in her bag, filthy, dirty in so many more ways than one, and refused to leave before she got her answer from me.
