Mountain Man Snatch

by Quinn Peachwood

  My longing for his hands all over me is almost unbearable. But I must not give in. Remember girl, you’re not even supposed to be intimate with anyone for another eleven months, according to your counselor.

  But Grayn’s eyes travel down to my lips, my neck, making heat rise there. Then further down, he lingers on my chest, naked under his teeshirt which comes down to my knees. Not the most flattering garment I’d have picked for seduction night but what choice do I have?

  It may be loose but I still feel my nipples peak and graze against the fabric which only makes them even harder.

  We’re standing on opposite sides of the narrow bed - it must be a full size because it certainly isn’t a queen, let alone king. Between us the air starts to prickle with anticipation above the mattress.

  I can’t breathe.

  I want to sweep the hair off my neck, which is making me sweat. I want to pull his tee up over my head and have him slide his adoring gaze lower over my naked body. My pussy is pulsating with need.

  I can’t stop myself.

  My eyes stop tracking his and move swiftly down to his jeans, as I expected the bulge there is stupendous. It holds the power to make my breath come in erratic little spurts. My chest goes up and down quickly and I yearn to press my fingers to my clit to alleviate the pain that’s building.

  But I don’t budge.

  Breathless while panting, I stand rooted to the spot at the side of the bed waiting for him to reach across for me.

  “Get on the bed.” He husks through a tight throat.

  His eyes trail my thighs as I do as he says. What choice do I have other than to obey his order?

  At least that’s what I tell myself.

  I climb on and kneel on the mattress facing him. Waiting for whatever happens next. It takes all my reserves of energy not to reach out the six inches between us and tug down the zip on his jeans and free that bulging cock.

  I’m certain it’s enormous and thick, pumping with desire for me. I need to see it. I want to run my fingers across its wide girth and clamp my palm around its heat.

  But I remain motionless.

  Grayn makes a wistful move with his lips. Is he deciding whether to push me onto my back, spread me open and suck my clit into his mouth?

  Please.

  Please let him take me so powerfully I can’t possibly resist.

  I want him on top of me, pulling my thighs wider as he sweeps his tongue along my folds.

  The wild turn of my imagination makes me shiver so that goosebumps rise along my forearms. Grayn stretches out his huge hands toward me and I get ready to melt into him, my arms already starting to elevate so the tee shirt can come off fast.

  “Lie down and sleep now.” He says, assisting me to lay back on the mattress.

  What? Sleep?

  My eyes dart to his groin and see that the bulge has in no way diminished, if anything it’s even more proactive in forcing at the zipper. The smirk on his face tells me he hasn’t missed my fascination with his cock but still he doesn’t pull me to him.

  No, what he does is pull the grubby cover up to my chin and turn out the light.

  It’s enough to make a girl throw a wobbly tantrum.

  Does this dude want a woman or not? Why pluck me out of the village and haul me up here bagged, if all he wants is to put me to bed like a girl with a doll.

  I force my eyes to acclimate to the darkness, pitch black out here in the wilds, no light leaks at all.

  Where is he?

  Is he getting into bed with me? As you would normally do with your new bride?

  “Goodnight Lou.” He gruffs. “Sleep tight.”

  He cannot be serious. My body’s pulsations become overwhelming in their insistence. I need to let go. I need to feel a man all over me inside and out. I want to be stretched open and scream and sigh and come.

  In the end I can’t hold it in.

  “Aren’t you coming to bed?” I ask, surprising myself with the shy tone in my voice.

  “I’ll let you have my bed.” He says.

  “Where will you sleep?”

  I haven’t forgotten that creepy old dude, his father, is somewhere close by. If Grayn doesn’t want me, I don’t want to wake up to that other one - yuck - it doesn’t bear thinking about.

  “I’ll be right here beside you.” He says. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

  It really seems like he knows what I’m thinking, what my concerns are, and I have to admit he does everything he can to take care of them - from waterside hot baths to night time body-guarding.

  He does everything for me except what I really want right now.

  But I’m not about to beg. Never.

  “You don’t want to share the bed?” I whisper.

  Right - definitely not going to beg. So why did that come out like a whimper?

  “Not while you hate me.”

  “You’re going to sleep down there on the filthy rug for the rest of your days?”

  “Yep. If you plan to hate me for the rest of my days.”

  Right. That’s what he wants - me begging for him.

  No, not going to happen.

  “Fine.” I say. “Sleep tight.”

  A soft snore floats up from the floorboards.

  “You are not asleep already.” I inform him.

  No response. Then another, deeper snore, soft though, not the kind that keeps you up all night.

  I throw myself onto my side and shut my eyes. Grayn is breathing deeply now and the masculine sound coming from him only makes my longing more agonizing. How did he simply switch off his desire like that?

  My pussy is pounding and twitching and I desperately want to slide my fingers between my thighs. But if he isn’t asleep or if he wakes up suddenly, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of how much he’s thrown me off balance.

  My body refuses to calm back down.

  I toss around getting more frustrated as the night goes on. My nipples are like a couple of unspent bullets, driving me half crazed with the pent up longing. Or maybe it’s down to the cold air in the room. Did he leave the windows open?

  Oh god, can bears come in through an open window?

  I leap up out of bed but find the windows are all closed, it’s just that there’s no double glazing and even though it’s the end of summer, the air gets chilly at night at this altitude.

  Grayn is sleeping peacefully, his biceps folded under his head are a force of nature. I sink to my knees beside him and watch his chest rise and fall. His features are strong and I’m sure he’s a fine looking man under all that facial hair.

  My hand goes out, without my permission, to lightly palm his chest, which is solid and warm.

  I lie down beside him and tug one of his arms out from under him. I pull it across to rest on top of me, languishing in how the weight of his muscle makes me feel safe. His heat is incredible. I feel it soothe me as it seeps through my pores.

  He breathes hard and rolls onto his back. Both arms now stretched out to the side with me resting atop one of them. I shift into the crook of the left and immediately he folds it around me.

  I lift my head to look at his face but he seems to be fast asleep still, if he isn’t then he should be on Broadway with those acting skills.

  So I lay back down on his chest, pressing the length of me into his torso, his thigh. I hook one leg over top of his to bring him closer, setting off a riot of need in my pussy as it stretches open a little and the cool air does nothing but accentuate my desire.

  I know it’s all wrong and I’m probably a little cray, but Grayn is totally the poster boy for know-I-shouldn’t-but definitely-would.

  But not tonight it seems.

  6

  Grayn

  It’s dark when I wake up.

  I have an agonizing boner and the unexpected surprise of a girl in my arms.

  A smile spreads across my lips because she’s entwined her limbs around my body like she can’t get enough touch. Like we just had sex an
d the need to stay connected across as much skin as possible is firing on every cylinder.

  But then I remember we didn’t get together and I vaguely recall some illicit dream I was deep into, involving Loulou.

  But I’m still smiling because she was keen enough to get close to me, despite all her protestations, to get down on the less than comfortable floor.

  “Don’t get any ideas.” She murmurs, not moving an inch. “I’m only here for the shared bodily warmth.”

  “Of course you are.” I say, letting my wide smile broaden into a smirk.

  She can deny me all she wants but her leg is thrown over mine and her bare pussy has made a spot on my jeans damp.

  “Feel free to get on top if it would make you more comfortably warm.” I encourage her.

  She mutters something that is no doubt one of her takedowns and I grin wider.

  She can gripe and make all the hillbilly insults she wants but her body speaks the truth. And sooner or later she’s going to admit that we’re meant to be together.

  I shift my body so that I’m flat on my back then place one hand in back of my head. But my other arm holds Loulou in its crook, locked against my side. She seems content to stay there.

  She even arches her back every now and then, a subtle, barely perceptible movement like a mini writhing that I take to mean she’s trying to wring out the lust she feels right now.

  Her soft flesh molding into my hard ridges almost breaks me out in a sweat. My need to plunge into the deepest interior of her is overwhelming.

  But I won’t have hate sex with her.

  She’s already too important to me for that. Only when she claims to genuinely want me as her man, and she will, only then will I give her what we both urgently want.

  I consider moving us up onto the bed but what if she takes that opportunity to put an ocean of distance between us?

  She’s so proud, too stubborn to admit her yearning for my cock inside her that I don’t want to chance it. So we lie on the floor, wriggling and twitching against each other. The overwhelm of hunger ravenous in both our bodies.

  I bite down on my lower lip when I’d much rather be sucking and biting on hers.

  “I guess it gets really cold up here in the winter.” She murmurs softly.

  Neither of us can sleep with this tension racking our bodies. May as well talk and get to know each other a little better.

  “Yep.”

  I’m not much used to chit chat. Or any talk at all. Old Denver is not the greatest conversationalist.

  “And I’ll be expected to wear nothing but your old tee shirt through the cold months?”

  “I’ll get you some clothes.” I tell her. “I’ll go down the mountain to town again tomorrow. That’ll be twice in a month, more than I’ve done all year.”

  “Take me with you.” She pleads.

  Damn, my cock pricked up at the start of her sentence, thinking she was finally relenting. You’re out of luck buddy. And now I get what she’s up to. She thinks she’ll score a chance of getting away from me if I take her down the mountain and back to town.

  “Nope.” I really must practice my conversational skills.

  “Why not?” She pouts.

  “Because you’ll just scream blue murder soon as we get within ten feet of some Sheriff.”

  “I won’t, I promise. I just wanna get out of here.”

  “Exactly. You haven't’ even lasted a day in my company. And you aren’t exactly cosy with me.”

  “This seems like a pretty cosy position to me.”

  She stretches out the leg that’s over top of me and hooks her foot around my thigh to leverage herself up on top of me in one smooth move.

  “Please Grayn, I’m begging this time.” She says and it’s mighty hard to resist her while she’s straddling my thighs.

  Her eyes flutter up to mine and the reality of where we are hits us like a boulder rolling down the mountain. Color rushes to her cheeks as she joins me in the awareness of her position straddling me, no underwear, my dick pulsating hard against her inner thigh.

  It’s unbearable, the blood floods through my veins so fast it’s physically painful.

  “Did you run this hot and cold with your ex?” I ask, like a damn idiot, bringing him up because I can’t bear to think of her with any other dude.

  “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” She snaps. “That wasn’t a relationship in the real sense of the word.”

  “You’d probably say the same about you and me.”

  “But Jared used me. He pushed me to run drugs for him. To carry suitcases of stuff around so I’d get in trouble if caught, not him.”

  “He sounds like a real tool. And yet it’s me you call me a Bastard.”

  “I’m sorry about that.” She says softly.

  “This Jared is lucky he’s back on the East coast. Any closer and I’d be obliged to knock him into next week for what he did to you.”

  “You would?”

  “Of course. No one treats my woman like that and remains on his feet.”

  She seems surprised and humbled that I want to protect her. As though no one has ever considered it up until now.

  I have to ask; “Didn’t you have a man to step up for you - not even a brother, your Daddy?”

  “I’m an only child so no brother. And my father wasn’t exactly involved in my life after my mom left.”

  “Sounds like he needs seeing to as well.” I shake my head in disgust. I cant stand a man who doesn’t step up to his responsibility.

  “Dad wasn’t mean or anything like that. After Mom he threw himself into work and I guess he found solace there, or companionship, distraction maybe. I don’t know. I mean at least he paid for my rehab.”

  “You were in ClearView?” I inquire, my interest peaking.

  I’m beyond shocked that she was in the rich-girl rehab they built close to the pretty mountain town. Loulou is a layer cake of different emotions and past lives it would appear.

  “Yeah. Got out just about a month ago.” She replies. Her chin juts out because she’s not about to be diminished by her past.

  “Wow. And I was certain I could put you in the good girl column.”

  “Well you better brush up on your accountancy skills and change your crystal ball.” She snaps, returning to the feisty Loulou I’m starting to love. “What the fuck is a good girl anyway? I made some mistakes. I trusted the wrong guy, or my hormones did. Now I’ve learned from experience and get to move forward. That doesn’t make me a good girl or a bad one, just a girl.”

  “And a really gorgeous, feisty, smart one. Did I mention stunning?”

  “Oh.”

  Looks like she wasn’t expecting a raft of compliments coming her way in response to her outburst.

  Loulou

  Grayn just lay on his back, heavy hands on my hips watching me freak out with that smile on his face. Letting me vent. And then not berating me for it.

  If it wasn’t for the situation - if he wasn’t a crazy prepper or whatever the hell he’s doing out her, living in an isolated shack, maybe there might have been a chance that - no what am I talking about?

  He snatched me. He’s nothing but a criminal. There’s no way I need to be involved with another one of those.

  His gaze is waiting for me. We remain frozen in place, him sprawled on his back with me straddling him, in a kind of lockdown.

  It would be the easiest thing in the world to unzip him and maneuver my clit into position on his head. It would be easy to slide down the length of him until he’s buried deep inside me. I could sit up here with his cock in me, rolling my hips until we both cry out.

  Maybe the release of tension between us would free me from the intense hunger that threatens to devour me whenever he’s close.

  This must be what they call animal attraction. His wild masculinity sets off something untamed in my spirit. I could fuck him all day and night and never get enough. Which is why I have to step up my guard.

  He�
��s dangerous and I need to keep my distance.

  I roll off, careful to unhook my thigh without giving him a free spectacle of my parted bare pussy. While I search around for my underwear, the clothes I washed last night in the bathtub, Grayn gets to his feet and disappears.

  I hear footsteps and turn to ask again whether he’ll please please please bring me to town with him, I should at least get to choose my own clothes.

  But it isn’t Grayn approaching me, it’s his repulsive father, coming towards me with an even more repulsive leer all over his bulbous face.

  Without waiting to hear what he’s got to say, I make a speedy exit around him, leaping away from the outstretched hand when he tries to stop me and go to look for Grayn. As long as I’m close to him, the old man won’t interfere with me.

  But he’s not in the makeshift living area. And that’s about it for the entire shack aside from an alcove the old man sleeps in.

  I head outside and hear a rough voice singing a tune. Something about girls in springtime. I move stealthily toward the vocals and pass around the corner of the house to a sight that would make any girl sing.

  Grayn is standing beside the house with his back to me and he’s naked as the day he was born. My heart starts to race and sets up an ache in my chest.

  He looks like he works out in the gym five days a week but he can’t possibly do so. It’s too far to go to town and he already said he goes like once every couple months. So this physique is all natural which makes it even more spectacular. The guy should be on a billboard or something.

  His hair is soaked and hanging in a rope between the splay of his shoulders that connect to biceps, all taut and bulging as he scrubs at his smooth leathery skin. How on earth does he maintain a physique guys in the city pay thousands to achieve? It’s impossible.

  And incredible.

  I stand at the corner of the house, watching in full on admiration as Grayn continues with his shower. I guess you call it a shower even if it does entail standing outside the house and pulling a string to release a bucket of water over you.

  I’m mesmerized by his incredible body, the flex of his muscles rippling all the way down his back as he soaps under his arms. The narrow curve of his waist and the hard round globes of his butt cheeks that I could stand and admire for the rest of my days.