Lumberjack's Luscious Lady (Babes of Biggal Mountain Book 1)

by Elaria Ride

  He nods, entranced, as the tips of my breasts graze the mess he’s made. I laugh, shaking my head. He’s nothing if not honest — completely, brazenly honest, so much so that I didn’t believe him for the longest time. Maybe this is why I feel totally uninhibited with him. And don’t mind sharing a weird thing of my own.

  “Well,” I say, tracing a fingertip down his defined pecs. “If we’re being totally honest... I’d actually really like it if you came. In me.”

  As I suspected, he doesn’t pass any judgment from this request; he merely cracks a quizzical smile. “Yeah?”

  “Mmm.” I nod, surprised that I’m not embarrassed to share that. That’s something I haven’t told anyone — not even Connor, and we had sex fairly regularly. I try not to overthink what that might mean.

  Huck shrugs. “I’ll be sure to help you with that next time. But for now... it looks like I’ve made a mess of you.” He looks down with faux-apology as even more cum drips onto the table.

  “Well, guess you’ll have to clean me up,” I respond, attempting a look of innocence as I bat my eyes. I run a hand through the sticky mess and slowly bring a finger up to my lips, fully aware that he’s still staring at me. “Or maybe I should...?” I ask, taking my dripping finger in my mouth and sucking it dry.

  Huck slams his eyes shut and releases that deep, animalistic groan again.

  “No,” he says gruffly, although I don’t miss the fact that his cock is twitching. In an instant, he reaches his hands beneath my butt and lifts me into his arms. I let out a squawk of protest before I realize what he’s doing. He swiftly begins walking us towards the stairs, holding me as if I weigh nothing more than Scarlett O’Hara as Rhett Butler brought her up the staircase.

  “You,” he says, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Need a shower.”

  I giggle again, surprised at how girlish it sounds. Something about him has me back to my teenaged years — including the orgasms. Because holy shit, that was intense. I get lost in my thoughts a little as he begins the slow march up the steps.

  I’d never admit it, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had. Somehow it’s also the best orgasm I’ve ever had — including my very first one! Huck was patient and persistent and determined…. and also aroused by me. Very, very aroused.

  Shit.

  If I could have sex that good for the rest of my life, I’d —

  I catch myself again. What the hell am I thinking? I literally just met this dude! All I really know about him is that he’s a part-time lumberjack, that he has brothers, and that he’s into big girls. My heart sinks a little; he probably has a few of us on speed dial. He mentioned not having a girlfriend, but that’s probably a very exclusive title, one he doesn’t bestow lightly. He had to get that good at sex somehow... no one just wakes up knowing how to use their cock like that.

  “And what’s making you blush, Jessie?” The deep rumble of his voice rips me from my musings. I glance up at him from my place in his arms, and I’m delighted by the smile that’s crinkling the corners of his eyes.

  “Just thinking about you,” I say, pleased that I’ve kept my tone innocent. I’m technically telling the truth, anyway.

  Huck responds with a look that seems tender, even sweet... I’m taken aback by the honesty of it. He reaches out a thumb and rubs my cheek, and we continue staring at each other for a few moments.

  He suddenly pries his eyes away; his Adam’s apple bobs, almost like our eye contact has become too much for him. I give him a puzzled look, but he only he clears his throat as we reach the bathroom at the top of the stairs. He kicks open the door and brings me inside before flicking on the light switch with his shoulder.

  I only had a brief moment to appreciate the bathroom earlier, but it’s enormous — and absolutely gorgeous. I’m not sure what I expected, though, based on the rest of the house. It’s equipped with heated limestone floor tiles, a sauna, floor-to-ceiling pine paneling, and a massive whirlpool shower/tub that’s enclosed in frosted glass. It’s a realtor’s wet dream, and I’m so distracted that I don’t even notice we’re moving towards the shower until he rests my feet down on the floor. He kisses me softly on the lips before turning on the tap, and I admire his naked form as he does. It’s just as lean and perfect and chiseled as I imagine. His cock must be at least half-hard by now, because it’s bobbing, just a little, as he —

  “Too hot?” He peers up at me from his crouched position, experimentally passing his hands under the flow of the water.

  I smirk. “You? Definitely. But the water’s fine.”

  He laughs and stands to pull the frosted doors closed.

  “Well, Jessie Pike,” he says with a wink, lifting the plunger to switch the tub to shower mode. “You’re rather hot yourself.”

  I grin bashfully. I don’t think I’ll ever believe this... to fathom that this is actually happening to me. But I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth!

  He reaches for a washcloth and runs it under the water as I lean back, wetting my hair in the stream. The pressure and the temperature are absolutely perfect, and everything is so lovely that I could almost fall asleep standing up…

  I’m jolted from my thoughts by the sensation of Huck rubbing the washcloth against my breasts, massaging my nipples as he goes. He leans in closer for better access, and I can already feel his reborn erection brushing against me.

  “That was fast.”

  I lean in closer to intentionally brush my belly against his arousal. He moans softly, and I’m unable to stop the butterflies from blossoming in my stomach from the undeniable proof that this is real…

  He laughs and continues working on my breasts. “For you? Always.”

  I smile, my head still tilted back under the spray, but he’s still washing me persistently, rubbing my sensitive nipples over and over.

  "I think they might be clean, you know,” I finally note, when I’m sure they’ve nearly been rubbed raw.

  Huck has the nerve to act affronted.

  “Never. Those things are filthy! But if you insist…” He breaks off with mock-sigh and I hear him return the washcloth to the rail.

  “Wha —? Oh!”

  I remove my head from the water to see Huck positioned on his knees below me. He shoots me a wink before placing wet kisses on my chest. His mouth travels down, down, down, until he reaches the skin of my belly. He’s face to face with it now, with my rolls, with my stretch marks, with the parts of me I hate the most... but unbelievably, he doesn’t hate what he sees.

  To the contrary, he seems to be enjoying himself. He’s running his hands over the skin, lifting it, rubbing it, moaning deeply from the back of his throat, and I’m content to let him play, if that’s what he really wants. As I watch him, I feel my own arousal returning in full force, persistently throbbing between my legs, and I’m wet, so wet, and if he doesn’t do something —

  Luckily, Huck seems to sense what I need, just when I need it. He stops playing with my belly and traces kisses even lower, over my pubic bone, lower, lower…

  Yessss. I gasp involuntarily as his tongue finally makes contact with my clit. He’s just started, but already it feels incredible, the way he’s lapping me like I’m the sweetest thing in the world, like he actually enjoys this. My fingers automatically weave themselves through his hair; if he keeps this up, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to remain upright. I whimper and pant as he spreads my folds and begins sucking with gentle urgency, like he’s determined to find the perfect pattern, the one that gets me off the quickest, the fastest…

  He doesn’t have long to go. I stare at him, water dripping down my face, and my hips begin to buck against his mouth, to rock against his tongue, and I’d honestly be perfectly content to come, just like that.

  But Huck has other plans. He takes his right hand and plunges two fingers deep inside me. I hiss and arch up against him, wiggling as I adjust to the pressure, but he’s already begun his gentle thrusts, the ones targeted right at my g-spot. I dazedly r
ealize how good he is at this... how he seems to intuitively just know exactly what I need.

  While he works me with his fingers, I begin to feel a type of building pressure from inside, one that’s both slow and fast. It leaves me with a breathless, full feeling, one I’m sure I’ve never experienced before, and it’s almost like I’m about to —

  “Wait!” I cry, trying to push his face from me before I do something really embarrassing... which it feels like I just might do.

  He ignores my request and his head keeps bobbing, his fingers thrusting with ever greater gusto.

  “Huck!” The feeling is building stronger, stronger, stronger. “I feel like — like I’m going to — "

  But I don’t even get the entire thought out before my whole body tenses and shudders, and I scream as an orgasm rips through me. Wave after wave of relentless pressure pulses and throbs against his fingers, and I feel another sensation — the one I’d been worried about — but there’s no stopping it. There’s no way to prevent this warm liquid from spurting out of me and covering his hands and face before it dribbles to the floor. I squeeze my eyes shut, still riding out the aftershocks on his fingers, the peak so intense it’s almost painful.

  A few moments later, I lean back against the tile, beyond mortified.

  I. Just. Squirted. On. Huck.

  How the hell has my life come to this? I can't fucking believe my bad luck.

  Here's a great story to report back to all my friends: Well, I went to my uncle's cabin in the woods, and I met a sexy lumberjack — who actually happens to be into fat chicks! Of course, I promptly blew this chance because he invited me into the shower, went down on me, and fingered me so hard that I came and gushed all over his face.

  Awesome.

  My eyes are slammed shut and I'm too embarrassed to open them, to look at Huck, to consider what he might think of me...

  But Huck surprises me.

  He pries me off the wall with his strong arms, and I crack open my eyes, just to see what the hell is going on. His breathing is ragged and he's staring at me with darkened, hooded eyes; he still wants to ravish me raw.

  I glance down at his big, thick cock, and I see that it's almost pulsing in the mist from shower. If I'm not mistaken, there's a bead of precum on the tip.

  Well, he certainly doesn't mind that I just squirted on him...

  "Come here," he commands roughly, oblivious to my inner turmoil. His eyes are still penetrating mine, and I melt all over again, ready for whatever else he has in store. I whimper a bit in a combination of arousal and embarrassment, but I don't question him. He bends down in a passionate kiss, groaning as his rock hard erection presses against my belly.

  Before I know what's happening, he flips me around, pressing the front of my body against the tile. The water is still streaming behind us, and he bends his head down and whispers, "You're so fucking sexy when you come, Jessie."

  Before I have a chance to react, he drops his hands to my waist and bends me over. I feel the spongy tip of his thick cock teasing my drenched pussy, and I whimper, just a little, as I rotate my hips around it.

  Huck clearly can't take any more of this. I'm not sure I can, either.

  In one swift motion, he slides all the way inside me and lets out a hoarse grunt. I arch my back, just loving, loving, loving how strong and thick and hard he is, how he fills me perfectly, how he fits the walls of my pussy like he was specifically molded, just for me.

  Huck stills inside me for a few seconds and takes a few deep, ragged breaths, and I know he's concentrating as hard as he can on not orgasming right on the spot. I'm so overwhelmed by the sensation, by the fact that he has to wait so that he doesn't come too quickly, that I almost lose it, right then and there. And he hasn't even touched my clit.

  After a few seconds, he starts to make slow, deliberate pumps in and out, and it's all I can do to press my palms against the tiles and whimper as he fucks me. He shifts my hips a bit, and his cock suddenly hits that spot again, and I can't help the deep, purring groan that escapes my lips.

  I chance a peek at him from over my shoulder. He's biting his lip in concentration, gripping my hips and he rams into me. The muscles on his arms are rippling, and I can tell he's starting to come undone; with every fuck-stroke deep inside my pussy, he makes a guttural groan. His balls are slapping against my ass, and fuck, I love the sound of that, love the noise that comes from being fucked from behind by a man who really and truly desires me.

  Suddenly, without even shifting his gaze or making eye contact, he reaches one of his hands around to my front and spreads my legs a bit before pressing down on my clit.

  My response is instantaneous. I release a cry, a sound I didn't even know I could make, and I arch my back, suddenly writhing beneath the expert pressure he's applying.

  Fuck fuck fuck fuck, I'm close. How the hell am I already close?

  He starts swirling his thumb around my little nub and I know I can't possibly wait much longer, can't hold out...

  "Jessie," he groans, now slamming into me as hard as he can. "Come for me."

  I whimper and gyrate my hips against his fingers, just rocking, rocking, rocking...

  "Now," Huck grunts, still thrusting and hitting that spot as hard as he can.

  His words have a compelling effect. I climax with a strangled cry, coming so hard and so fast that I’m unable to support my own weight, and my pussy actually vibrates, pulsing up and down his cock. I see stars, and I'm cresting wave after wave of the most intense, white-hot pleasure I've ever experienced.

  I'm dimly aware of the orgasm that slams into Huck, too. My whole body is still riding on this mounting bliss, but I hear him bellow, a sound so intense it almost seems angry, or perhaps just supremely satisfied, like he's never been more complete.

  An instant later, I feel his cock pulse as he groans and slumps against me. The thought of his cum splashing against my walls, filling me completely, is so fucking erotic that I reach a shaking hand down to where I'm now slumped over beneath him. I press my finger on my clit and in an instant, I'm off again, my second orgasm ripping through me as I scream and moan against the tile wall.

  For several languid, relaxing minutes, I just stand there, leaning against the wall for support, as Huck grips me around my waist. His face is buried deep between my shoulders and our slow, even breaths gradually adjust until we're panting and breathing together.

  I smile a little to myself as a thought occurs to me, a simple daydream. It’s one I’ve never allowed myself to indulge in before. It’s one that springs to my mind faster than I can hope to stop it, faster than I thought it ever would...

  I could do this every single day for the rest of my life.

  I swallow.

  Fuck.

  What the hell have I done?

  6

  Huck

  I'm honestly amazed that I'm still upright.

  The shower is still uselessly sprinkling away behind us, but right now we're both so wet that I'm not sure it’s actually water we’re covered in.

  But now that I’m focusing on it, it’s becoming a little too much to support both of our weights. I press a soft kiss to the column of Jessie's neck and remove my rapidly-softening cock from between her folds.

  She looks about as worn out as I feel. Her hair is plastered to her face from where she washed it earlier, and her entire chest is flushed. I smile a little triumphantly.

  Perfect.

  "Jessie," I murmur, moving my lips to her ear.

  "Mmm," she replies, still adorably slumped against the tile. I laugh gently, rubbing my hand over her glorious ass.

  "Let's get out of the shower, ok?"

  She nods, but her eyes stay closed, and it looks like she's only a few seconds away from falling asleep right on the spot.

  I lean back and briefly run my face and chest under the stream of water, although I don't make much of an effort to wash myself off; I really like the way her smell clings to my face. It's a reminder of just how hard I
made her come, so hard that she couldn't hold back, so hard that she squirted everywhere.

  I turn off the water and open the frosted door, grabbing one of John's plush towels from the sink vanity. Jessie is still in the same position, and it looks like she might actually be asleep. Her little face is almost sticking to the tile now, and her breath is coming in slow, even bursts.

  Fuck, she's cute.

  I swallow.

  No. I can't have thoughts like that. I'm sure she's not looking for anything serious; she just explained how awful her breakup was. What the hell is wrong with me, assuming she'd want anything more than that?

  But I still need to treat her with respect, even as I guard my heart a little. I’m choosing not to admit that she's the hottest fucking woman I've ever seen, or that she's given me the two of the most breathtaking, insane orgasms of my entire life.

  I wrap the towel around her from behind, even as my thighs shake from the intensity of how hard I just came. I take a deep breath and test the weight of my legs beneath me as I bend down to hoist her into my arms.

  She folds into my embrace just as easily as I knew she would. She fits so softly and perfectly that a pesky little thought penetrates my mind again.

  It’s like she was made to fit.

  I shudder, and those warm, loving feelings permeate through my chest before I can stop them, especially as her eyelashes flutter as she nuzzles into me.

  I step out of the shower, dragging my feet across the bathmat to dry them a little. It wouldn't do much for my image — one that I'm sure she's already questioning after I completely put my foot in my mouth at dinner — if I slip and fall while carrying her to the master bedroom.

  Jessie, for her part, seems like she's almost passed out, even though she’s gently jostled as I pad into carpeted the hallway. I try to move her as little as possible as I take slow, even steps. I certainly don't want to be the person responsible for waking her up, not when she looks so peaceful in my arms.

  I gently kick open the chestnut door to the master bedroom and step inside before flicking on the dimmer switch on with my shoulder. But Jessie doesn't stir, even as the lights turn on, bright and insistent in her face. I immediately turn them down a little, leaving just enough light so I can see to put her to bed. I pad closer and closer to the white-upholstered bedspread and slowly place her down on the covers. She mutters something unintelligible as I reach down to wrap the covers around her. I chuckle and kiss her forehead as she burrows her face even further into the pillow.