Mountain Man Snatch

by Quinn Peachwood

  His hands moving across his slick body send tingles through me, picturing those rough palms gliding over my own skin.

  Every move, every scrub of soap across his limbs sets off a chain reaction of rippling flexing muscle that should be triple X-rated.

  I duck back sharply as Grayn makes a quarter turn to pull down the bucket release. The torque through his core makes his ab muscles contract in a layer of solid steel.

  A girl can’t resist a peek at the manhood I’ve been vividly imagining since I got here, and I’m not disappointed by the spectacular eyeful.

  His cock, even resting, is immense. It hangs at an angle, not all limp and flaccid like the others I’ve seen to date. Grayn is solid and wide and absolutely delicious.

  I’m dumbfounded by the beauty of the man’s dick and rendered motionless with admiration. My fascination holds me in a stunned state so when he turns, I don’t make it all the way out of sight in time.

  When he catches me watching him, stalking you might say, his face lights up in that wide grin.

  His gaze loops around mine and holds me trapped in his deep brown eyes. With his hair soaked, not so wild, I get an idea of what he’d look like clean shaven and good lord, it’s too good to be true. He gives no further reaction to my spying on him. But those eyes pin me down just as much as if he were on top of me with my arms pinned back in his fist.

  My heart is beating so fast it could pummel through my ribs. I want to run but I doubt my legs will hold me up if I try it.

  This is insane. I can’t fall for my abductor - a man who lives like an animal in a pen, showering under a tin can.

  I must keep my eyes in his - don’t look down.

  Do not look down.

  Of course my eyes dart south. For one more peek at that perfect cock, now standing upright, rigid, not even swaying, the biggest, most rigid shaft of steel.

  My eyes fly back to meet his. The heat filling the space between us is enough to make you think the forest is on fire.

  “No.” I mouth and tear off toward the trees.

  I don’t even make it halfway.

  7

  Loulou

  Grayn moves like a panther, light on his feet for all his bulk. In just a few strides he catches up to me, grabs me by the arm and spins me around to face him.

  I can’t help but take note of the intense light in his eyes but it’s a momentary flash. His free hand clasps the back of my head, his thick fingers dagger through my hair.

  Holding my head in the palm of his hand, his mouth comes down on mine with a force like a truck.

  His tongue pushes past my lips to swirl around my mouth. Our bodies line each other, as though we could move through the other’s skin and merge into one. He’s still soaking wet, bare naked flesh and the dampness transfers to his tee that I’m wearing so it sticks to my skin.

  He loops my tongue and before I know it, I’m responding in kind.

  A kind of frenzy.

  The force of our need to be connected to each other unleashes. Our hands are all over each other, although Grayn maintains his grasp on my head, holding me still while he dominates my mouth.

  His other hand makes contact with my hip then slides up across my abdomen to my breast. He squeezes the flesh and tweaks the nipple standing up to meet him. Frustrated with the fabric between us, his hand slides down toward the hem of his tee and tugs it up over my body until it moves over my tits.

  Once they’re bare he becomes a wild man. He forgets the tee and leaves it bunched across the shelf of my breasts.

  He clasps my flesh again, squeezing and kneading all the lust locked inside my cells.

  He moves to the other breast and gives it equal attention but seems irked that he can’t have his hands on all of me at the same time. He pushes up on the underside so my flesh squashes up then tips his head down to suck the nipple hard into his lips.

  His tongue flicks across the peak and then he reclaims my mouth before I catch my breath.

  His tongue explores every part of my mouth while he palms the underside of my tits, pushing them up and inward so he cups the flesh together while squeezing the nipples between thumb and finger at the same time.

  I moan out loud before he tips his mouth down to suck one nipple then the other.

  He breaks free for a moment and looks at me with shock.

  “Fuck Loulou, you’re absolutely gorgeous. I want to eat every fucking part of you all at once.”

  Not to be a wallflower, my hands reach for the part of him I admire the most right now. I clasp his solid cock in both and my palms are more than filled with the width of him.

  He lets out a low groan as I corkscrew his steel with a firm grip. His heat burns into my hands. I long to have him fill my mouth.

  Again reading my mind, Grayn drops to his knees in the dirt and palms my upper thighs, pushing on them to spread me open.

  A rush of cool air on my folds is soon replaced with the fire of Grayn’s tongue as he lashes across the length of me scooping up my wetness.

  His gorgeous face tips up to mine with a huge grin.

  “You’re dripping wet for me Baby.” He rasps.

  “I want you inside me.” I moan. “Please, now.”

  He doesn’t need a second begging.

  His incredible thighs power up to lift him off the ground and then takes me along. His hands clasp under my butt and I spring from the ground to wrap my legs around his narrow hips.

  Holding me compressed on his pelvis he strides away, carrying both of us deeper into the forest.

  “Now.” I moan, turning my head side to side in a state of delirium brought about by desperate need. “Please.”

  Grayn chuckles at the intensity of my pleading but the state of his ragged breathing informs me his urgency is equal to mine.

  I bury my face into his neck and inhale the aroma I relished last night. My pussy throbs for him. The animal muskiness of his skin is lessened just slightly by the faint lemon smell of soap.

  I shift my hips in an attempt to position his gorgeous cock at my entrance but he shunts away. Grayn wants to remain in control of this and I’m happy to let him, so long as he makes it soon.

  My back comes grazing lightly up against a tree and Grayn leans his weight into me to pin me there as one hand pushes my thigh high to one side so I’m stretched as far open as my lazy hamstring permits.

  I’m no yoga bunny but he looks down at my spread pussy, glistening in the sunlight and his lips part with untamed lust.

  “Have I mentioned how stunning you are?” He rasps.

  His hands in my hair, hold my head on both sides as he kisses me roughly but with tenderness behind the hunger. His hand comes to my stretched inner thigh and he thumbs my clit, engorged enough to burst.

  Still strumming across my erect triangle, he positions his cock with his other fingers, swirling the head into my slickness.

  With one sharp thrust he rides all the way into me, busting through the tightness from a couple of months of celibacy. I gasp and bite down briefly before letting out a long moan he feels so good.

  “Oh my god you’re so tight.” He groans. “You aren’t a virgin are you?”

  “Just out of practice.” I pant. His thrusts are already deep enough to leave me breathless.

  “You feel fucking incredible around my dick.”

  “I know you…” I pant through his thrusts, my fingers grinding into his biceps.

  I can’t complete the sentence as I meant to, adding ‘do too’. So we’ll leave it at “I know you” and in that moment, as Grayn gets close to climax, he runs circles around my clit so I come undone against the tree trunk. I buck wildly, unable to contain the force of my climax.

  My fierce contractions make Grayn’s eyes roll up in his head with the exertion of holding himself back until I finish. Just as the intense pulsations of pleasure roll away like a receding wave, they come pummeling back all over again when, with one final hard thrust, Grayn spills inside me.

  His forehea
d rests on the bark beside my head as he unloads loudly. Our bodies are skin to skin, without a leaf-width separating us.

  I’m gasping through twitching aftershocks, my body limp from the outpouring of an overload of sexual tension.

  “That was amazing.” I murmur, to myself mostly but I think he hears.

  “You’re amazing.” He husks, his voice raking in his throat and his head still resting on the tree.

  I feel his knees tremble beneath our weight but he jacks them up. With me still impaled on his cock, that doesn’t seem remotely ready to recede, he turns us around so its his back leaning into the tree then slides down it with my legs wrapping him.

  He lets out a sigh when we come to land. When I go to move off, he holds me pinned, impaled on his length, which is still pressing my walls.

  “I want to stay inside you until the last moment.” He says, moving a sweaty strand of hair stuck to my cheek back behind my ear.

  “Your hair is beautiful.” He adds. “You’re beautiful. Like a painting from the Middle Ages.”

  “Is that meant to be a compliment?” I have to laugh.

  “Absolutely, women back then were like Goddesses.”

  Hmm, I’ve never placed myself in the Goddess column but okay, I’ll take it. It feels good to be this adored by a man as impressive as Grayn, even if it is just the chemicals doing the talking.

  “Much as I’d like to keep you here wearing nothing but my tee shirts, I guess I should make that trek back to town to get you some clothes.”

  “Why buy new ones when I have a closet full at my apartment.” I say. “And what about my apartment? I’m going to be in trouble if I don’t pay the rent.”

  My father pays direct from his bank account, on account of landlords aren’t so keen on renting to ex-junkies without a job. But Grayn doesn’t need to know that.

  I’m still angling for him to take me with him which he remains adamantly opposed to.

  “You don’t need to worry about things like rent and leases and credit ratings any more. You’ll live free now up here with me.”

  “What made you decide to live off grid like this?” I inquire, thinking he might divulge a little more of himself to me after what we just shared together.

  “Well ain’t this cute?” A voice I’m starting to detest, belonging to a being I hate even more cuts through our connection. “You done with her yet? I let you have first dibs in private, figure it’s my turn now.”

  “Get outta here, Denver.” Grayn rasps at the dirty old man, forming a shield around me with his huge hands to prevent Denver ogling me. “I’m not even remotely done with her yet.”

  “Lemme know then. I’ll be waiting right here.”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing but I don’t know why I’m so shocked. What the hell did I expect from a pair of vagrants that lifted me off the street like human trash?

  “So that’s why I’m here.” I shout at Grayn. “Not so much a bride as a prostitute.”

  Grayn winces at the word but doesn’t deny it.

  “You’re going to pimp me off to that filthy old dude after all that talk about taking care of your woman.”

  I try to shove off of Grayn’s body but his fists hold me firmly in place and his cock is starting to swell against the walls of my pussy again.

  “You don’t need to doubt me ever.” He says. “No one is touching this body but me, not ever, you understand?”

  “Well I didn’t hear you telling your Daddy Denver that. It sounded to me like you were happy to hand me over just soon as your cock goes limp.”

  “You think that’s ever gonna happen with you around?” He smirks.

  I’m not falling for that seductive grin. I was an idiot to let myself fall for him.

  He probably even did that naked outdoor shower thing just to lure me - after all he could just as easily have gone to wash up at the waterfall not a hundred feet from us.

  “I still don’t hear you saying you promise not to share me with your daddy.”

  He starts laughing hard at my statement, his lips irresistible. But I’m so angry, I rush headlong into him and pound at his chest.

  “I hate you.” I shout. “You and your daddy.”

  Grayn reaches up to cuff my wrists in his grasp.

  “Stop calling him that. He’s not my father.”

  My body immediately relaxes for some reason, just knowing those two aren’t related.

  “Well why are two grown men living together in squalor?”

  “You think my house is squalor?” He asks. He looks confused, crestfallen even.

  “Surely it must have occurred to you that normal people don’t live like this.”

  “I’m not sure I know what a normal person is any more - do you?”

  “Of course I do.”

  Well, maybe not.

  When I think of some of the stories I heard in group therapy sessions, of what the addicted had endured at the hands of others, often those closest to them, who should have been protecting them.

  Grayn’s watching me intently, his eyes a blazing inferno.

  “Sometimes.” I add half-heartedly.

  8

  Grayn

  I could sit under a tree with Loulou in my lap, legs straddled around my pelvis, all day long and be happy as a pig in heat. She’s all I need in my life but that doesn’t go both ways clearly.

  She wants to live like normal people. And I’m fucked if I know what normal is any more.

  I’m pissed.

  Not with her, she’s beyond incredible. But with the whole ‘rules of life’ and how life should go. Like there’s only one playbook. Who gets to dictate how all of humanity ‘should’ live? To me we’re just slaves, working to support others who made themselves Lords over us. Even the so-called democratic elections are a big sham.

  I get that my house may not have every modern luxury but that isn’t what she’s saying. She thinks living isolated is some indication of weirdness. That two men together, not related or in a relationship is some kind of weirdness.

  When I get back with some of her stuff, we’ll sit down and discuss this. Because at first I just wanted her and didn’t care much what she felt about it. But now that she’s here, I want her to be happy.

  I want her to want to be here. With me.

  I pick her up under her round ass and haul us up to standing. I can tell she’s impressed by the strength in my thighs and shoulders. Yeah well, combat training gives you that much at least. Muscles that make women round-eyed and slack mouthed. I don’t care about that shit any more.

  I need something more meaningful.

  Finally my cock reluctantly leaves her warm hollow. Then I take her by the hand and lead her back up the slope to the house.

  “This is a first.” She laughs. “I’ve never taken a walk in the woods with a stark naked man before.”

  “It was good enough for Adam and Eve.” I say, not smiling, still deep in thought.

  “If only this was the Garden of Eden.” She adds.

  Again letting me know how much she thinks my cherished independent sanctuary is a total dump.

  “Get yourself inside, Missy. I’ll be right along.” Denver hacks out a cough and downs a slug of hooch to steady himself.

  “Shut the fuck up, Denver.” I say. “This woman is all mine now.”

  “That wasn’t the agreement.” He snarls.

  “We didn’t have an agreement. You decided you wanted what I have, like always. Don’t mean I agreed to it. Not when it comes to Loulou.”

  “I get my share of her.” He growls. “If I have to take it I will.”

  “You’ll have to go through me first.”

  Denver gets to his feet and lurches towards me like he’s planning to snatch Loulou away. I let go of her hand and step in front of her, putting her behind the shield wall of my body.

  Denver keeps barreling towards us like a crazed bull so even though I hate to do it, I raise my fist and hit him square on the jaw.

  He go
es reeling back on his ass.

  I feel Loulou’s hands on my back, hanging on to me out of fear. Denver looks up at me with venom in his eyes but stays down so I don’t have to hit him again. He knows he can’t take me.

  I step forward and extend a hand to help him up but he ignores it.

  I have to put clothes on and my hand finds the small of Loulou’s back, that gentle curve my palm rests perfectly into as I direct her inside the house with me.

  I throw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt while Loulou finds the clothes she rinsed in the tub and puts them on.

  “I look like a hobo.” She says, looking in the mirror in disdain.

  “You look beautiful.” I can’t bear when women belittle the way they look. They’re so much more than attractive toys.

  “I don’t have any make-up with me.”

  “You don’t need that stuff on your face. You’re divine without it.”

  I head for the door.

  “Grayn.” She whispers.

  It’s the first time I’ve heard her speak my name in that tone. I turn and find her looking at me in terror.

  “He won’t do anything to you.” I say, doubting it even as I say it.

  She just looks at me and I know I can’t leave her here. I’d never forgive myself if Denver or anyone else hurt her. I move across the floor, take her hand and lead her out to the truck. She has to jog to keep up with my stride.

  “What is it?” Loulou says quietly, once we’re down the mountain side and on the road toward town. “Why are you so angry?”

  “I’ve known Denver a long time. I owe him.”

  “What for?”

  “A bunch of shit that went down while we were in Fallujah.” I really don’t want to have to relive all that shit again. I’ve avoided explanations all these years.

  “So you figure I should pay the debt for you?” She snaps.

  “No, of course not.” I growl. “Your body is mine now. But I can’t keep you locked up safe from him.” Then because I’m still thinking about what she said earlier, I add; “And what the fuck is normal anyways?”