Mountain Man's Valentine

by Lauren Milson

  Like her. In that stuffy suit in a stuffy office, shuffling papers around is a sin. She’s better than that.

  First things first, though.

  I text her my address. I was going to show her a nice night. Wine and dine her. Show her a nice time. But if she just wants my dick?

  That’s fine, too. I can give that to her. I’m dying to give it to her.

  I guess I was all wrong about Julie. I thought she was a good girl. I thought she was innocent and pure. Cute, pretty, nice, sweet.

  But she’s a fiend. I’ll have to tame her and make her learn that she’s only mine now.

  Should be easy enough. One taste of my dick, the first time I bury myself deep inside her and make her scream my name over and over and come all over my cock, and she’ll never have another guy’s name on her lips ever again.

  Those pretty little lips. My cock is misbehaving already as I pull a bottle of red wine out of my wine cabinet along with two glasses from my nicest set. She deserves the best. I almost never use these glasses, because I’d hate for them to get broken. I could just go out and buy more, but these are special to me.

  Mom got them for me just after I got this place for myself. It’s a penthouse uptown, and it’s a little much, but I wanted it because I like the unobstructed view of the park. And I can even see Brooklyn from here. Makes me remember where I came from, but makes me strive for more at the same time.

  But I’ll have to sell it now. It’s not what I want anymore. Julie checks everything I want off my list. The woman who I’ll have that little suburban house with. Four bedrooms. In-ground pool. I just need to let Julie decide whether she wants brick or stone. Something modern or traditional. I think she’s a traditional kind of girl. I can see that in her. Even though she wants to skip right to the fucking, I think underneath that suit and the take-me-now eyes, she’s old-fashioned.

  She’ll like the wine glasses. They’re very old-fashioned. I don’t like the new stemless wine glasses I see everywhere. They’re pretty, but they’re not my aesthetic. And if Julie picks up her glass with her pretty little fingers and accidentally drops it, I’ll be okay with that. She could break all of my wine glasses, and I’ll ask her if she wants to break any more of my stuff.

  She can do no wrong.

  My phone buzzes and I grab it from my pocket. I’ve changed out of my suit and into something a little bit more casual. Sport jacket, striped shirt. Something I feel more comfortable in, something that I want Julie to see me in. Because this is what I’m going to wear when we have the closing on our house together.

  It’s a text from her.

  I’m in your lobby

  She’s so cute. She probably doesn’t know how to work the elevators.

  I’ll come down and get you. Be right there.

  10

  Julie

  I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.

  I borrowed a dress from Beth, and shoes too. And this is not me.

  A slim, butt-skimming black dress with a low-cut neck and a gold necklace hanging between my breasts. Tall, black patent leather heels. And she gave me a blow-out so my hair falls in waves down my back.

  So I look like some sex vixen and I’m standing in this building I don’t belong in, with no idea how to get up to the apartment I have no business being in to begin with.

  And now, here comes Dan, and it’s like he’s walking toward me in slow motion as my heart stops and my breathing speeds up. I’m panting like a whimpering dog, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

  “Julie. Please, come upstairs with me.”

  We make our way over to the elevators, him striding confidently and me barely able to walk in my borrowed heels.

  I shoot a sidelong glance over to him. Of course, he’s got his eyes squarely on my chest, and in his eyes he looks like a hungry beast.

  Perfect. I’ll just get it over with and leave and never see him again. That’s fine. I’ll find a different bank to go to. Not a big deal at all.

  “Boss? You okay?” he asks me, stepping onto the sleek, modern elevator when it arrives.

  “Me? Oh, yeah.”

  I laugh like a moron and get onto the elevator.

  “I have to say, I like a woman who is so forward.”

  The doors of the elevator close and he erases the distance between us with a single step.

  What’s with me and him getting stuck together inside small spaces, and why does he always get so close?

  And most importantly, why can’t I keep my hands to myself when he does it?

  “Me? Forward?” I ask as he slips a hand through my hair and onto the back of my neck. “That’s something I’ve never been called before.”

  Everything inside me is on fire, and I can feel my face getting white as a ghost. I’m light-headed, I’m weak-kneed, and I want to stand up on my tiptoes to get face to face with him so he can capture my mouth with those sexy lips of his.

  “You are. That’s not what I thought of you at first. But now?” His fingers wrap around the back of my neck as his lips graze against my collarbone. “Now I see that you’re a woman who know what she wants. The way you just invited yourself over here like this? It’s so fucking hot.”

  His lips trace up my neck, planting sweet kisses as he goes. And then, he reaches my mouth, parting my lips with his, catching my bottom lip with his teeth and slipping his tongue between mine. His mouth devours mine, his tongue searching mine recklessly as his hands move over my body.

  It’s the first time I’ve ever had someone kiss me like this.

  It’s the second time a guy has touched me.

  On my neck like this? First time I’ve had fingertips graze over my collarbone as gently as can be.

  My breasts? The way his fingertips graze across my hard nipples through my dress and my bra...I can feel it inside me, heat storming between my legs.

  And there...the second time I’ve had a man’s hand slide up between my thighs and stop just at my pussy, stroke the inside of my leg.

  And go higher.

  I’m about to combust.

  “Aren’t you?” he breathes into me.

  “Aren’t I what?” I gasp.

  “A girl who knows what she wants?”

  His fingers work up and around my panties and he sinks one finger between my legs, up past my folds.

  I can’t believe how wet I am. It’s unreal, and I can’t help but let out a little whimper. I’ve never been filled like this. With a touch. His touch.

  “Yes,” I say.

  “Yes what, boss?” he growls.

  “Yes” I moan. “I’m a girl who knows what she wants.”

  He moves his lips away from mine and pierces me with his deep green eyes, reaching farther and deeper inside me, pulling hot lust from deep inside.

  “And what is it that you want?” he asks, fingering me and keeping his eyes on mine. “Tell me what you want. You’re the boss.”

  “I...I want you.”

  “I’ll give you anything you want, baby,” he moans, taking his hand away from me as I groan. It’s almost cruel the way he takes that away from me, but he sends a jolt right through me as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them. “You’re beautiful. And you taste so fucking good.”

  The elevator dings and our mouths crash together. We step off the elevator, a frenzied tangle of tongues and fingers.

  Keep going, Jules. This is it. This is perfect. This is the perfect guy to do this with.

  He had left his front door open and we burst through to his apartment. I never got to see the hallway because my eyes were closed tight. I let him guide me, I let him move me, I let myself be swept up in something I didn’t know how to navigate. So I never tried. I just went with it.

  And now, here I am high above the city, in this near-stranger’s apartment, and as he pulls away from me and lets go of my hand, disentwining his fingers from mine and letting my arm fall limp at my side.

  Everything else is on fire, but I’m acutely aware of my ar
m as it falls down at my side and I feel his body peel away from mine. And then freaking reality hits me.

  A panoramic view of the park. Leather furniture.

  It’s nice. It’s the penthouse.

  It’s too nice.

  “Red wine, boss? Let me guess,” he says from behind an expensive-looking counter in some stone material I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to spell in the open-concept kitchen, “you have very expensive tastes.”

  “This is where you live?” I say, spinning around slowly to take everything in. “Is that a Lichtenstein?” I ask, pointing to a painting on one of the walls above a large wooden cabinet. “Why’s your TV curved?”

  “Oh, no. I don’t live here. And that’s not my TV.”

  “Oh.” I go over to the counter and take a seat on one of the high stools. “I was confused. This place is really nice. And I don’t really like rich guys.”

  “I was teasing you,” he says, pouring a glass of wine and setting it on the counter in front of me. “This is my place. And if you don’t like rich guys, you’d better just get up and leave right now. But you won’t do that. You want me too badly.”

  “Your place?” I take a sip of my wine but it doesn’t do anything to help my dry throat. I’m flabbergasted.

  How’s this guy have a genuine Lichtenstein painting? How does he have this apartment?

  “You seem confused. Didn’t think I had money?” he asks.

  “Sorry. I guess not. Not like this.”

  Is this guy for real right now?

  “Well,” he says, taking a delicate sip of his wine and coming over to me. “I’m going to show you more things to surprise you.”

  I swallow hard and bite my bottom lip to keep myself from whimpering. I can already guess what he has going on inside his pants - and I can’t wait to see it.

  But suddenly, I feel guilty for being dishonest with him. I’m letting him think I’m some sex goddess, but that’s not me at all. I should tell him the truth.

  Screw that! He didn’t tell me who he really is. I had to find that out on my own. And doesn’t the girl just have to kind of lie there and let the guy do all the work?

  Gah! I’m freaking out on the inside, and the whole time, he’s looking at me and sipping his wine and making me crazy with his eyes and his lips.

  Those lips. I want them all over me again. I want them where I’ve never been kissed, where I was just touched for the very first time a few hours ago.

  “So, boss. You going to tell me what you want? You going to be the bad girl I know you are? Impress me with that dirty little mouth of yours?”

  “I want...you,” I say, my voice shaky.

  “Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says, slipping his thumb over my lips and inside the corner where they meet. I can feel that skin inside me, and I need it everywhere.

  “I want...I…”

  “What the matter, baby?” he asks, pulling his hand away and leaning against the counter.

  “I...should tell you something.”

  “Anything. That’s what I want. I want you to tell me. Anything. And I’ll do it.”

  “This is…”

  Crap. This is it. Now or never. I inhale sharply and take all the air I can into my lungs.

  “...my first time.”

  So now he’s going to kick me out of his apartment, right? He’s going to tell me he has some important meeting in the morning with some of the people who work at the bank, or he has to go out of the country, or he has to go to his secret vault and count his money.

  But instead, a devilish smile spreads across his face and his eyes grow wide.

  “A virgin? You’re a virgin?” he says, sipping his wine contemplatively.

  “You mad at me? I’ll go.”

  I start to step off my stool and grab my purse. But as I turn away from him, his hand wraps around my wrist and I whip my head around to him.

  “Mad?” he says.

  He looks down at me hungrily. Oh, god. What the hell have I gotten into?

  “I’m the fucking opposite of mad. I’m thrilled. Honored. I get to show you everything for the first time?”

  He pulls me to him and presses his body up against mine. I can feel his cock through our clothes, and it pressed hard up against me.

  “I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life, baby. And it's all for you.”

  11

  Dan

  Fuck.

  My little naughty boss is a virgin?

  Maybe she’s naughtier than I thought at first. I thought she was a take-control boss. A vixen, a minx, someone who could ride me until I saw stars and then begged me to go again after sucking me off.

  I would have loved that. She could have kept up with me right away.

  But this? This is even better.

  And she’s all mine, and she’ll never want for anything. She’ll never even think of another guy after she gets this.

  My dick is aching with desire with her standing before me, her confession hanging thick in the air. I can’t wait to get inside that tight little pussy of hers, fill her up and make her cum all over my dick.

  In every room. In every position.

  Morning, noon and night.

  “Come here, babe,” I say, taking her hand in mine and bringing her into my bedroom. I open the curtain covering the floor-to-ceiling window so she can enjoy the view of the park and the skyline dotting the sky with lights, the city rushing by beneath us.

  That view’s probably the best thing I’ve ever bought.

  “So you’re a good girl, then?” I say, “not the bad girl I took you to be?”

  “Why do I have to be one or the other?” she asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I am here right now, aren’t I, telling you this huge secret?”

  “With this random, sexy guy who picked you off the line in the bank one morning? The guy who maybe came on a little too hard, but you thought he’d be perfect to lose it to?”

  She looks down, her face illuminated by the city lights in the dark room. Casting a shadow behind her. She looks up and meets my glance, her eyes sparkling in the dim incandescence of the moonlight and the glow of the stars.

  “Is that totally crazy?” she whispers.

  There’s a little bit of hurt in her voice, and we can’t have that. It’s not right. She’s too good for pain.

  “Not crazy,” I say. “But is that what you really want?”

  “I don’t know what I want. If I really wanted to lose it to some rando, I could have done that a long time ago,” she says. A lock of hair falls onto her face.

  I’m brimming with electricity and my cock is rock-hard. My good girl in the sensible heels is right here in my bedroom, and she can’t tell me what she wants.

  But that’s okay. I already know what she wants. I just have to give it to her.

  “Baby,” I say, walking over to her as her eyes lift up from her lap and land on mine, “it’s okay. I’ll help you. Show you.”

  “Show me what?”

  She’s trembling. Oh, god, this isn’t right. She shouldn’t be in pain. She should feel nothing but pleasure.

  “Baby, I’m going to show you that when you and I fall into bed together, you’re not going to be losing your virginity. You’re not going to be losing anything.” I reach down to her face and lift her chin up, tracing along the outside of her pretty, pouty little lips with one finger. “You’re going to be gaining something. Something you’ve only been able to imagine. Better than you’ve imagined.”

  I take her hands in mine and pull her up to me, pressing her body deep into mine. Our mouths meet together, and behind her kiss is the nervous buzz of someone who’s wanted this for so long. Too long.

  “So,” she whispers into my ear. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “You want me to tell you,” I say, wrapping my fist around her long, silky hair, “or you want me to show you?”

  She doesn’t say a word as I lift her dress up around her waist and slip a hand down
the front of her panties. She lets out the most adorable little yelp, and I’m dying inside because my cock isn’t in her.

  “Now lay back while I make you mine,” I say. “Your first and only. And you’ll never dream about another cock again. You won’t have to.”

  Her wetness against my fingers is driving me wild, and as I push her down on the bed, I witness the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever had in there. She’s positively glowing, her perfectly tanned skin and smooth stomach heaving, her breath coming faster and faster. And I’ve barely even touched her yet.

  12

  Julie

  This is it. This is the moment of truth.

  Point of no return.

  No going back now.

  I think I was right to tell Dan the truth. Honesty is always the best policy, after all, and I would have hated to keep him in the dark only to have him realize that I was some kind of sex-defective weirdo in bed.

  So now that he knows the truth, he’ll take it easy on me if I’m horrible. Which is what I want. For him to take it easy on me.

  I’m lying on his bed like he told me. I guess sex always starts like this.

  No, that’s not correct. I think back in his office was when we actually started having sex, but it’s not my fault that it never happened.

  Okay. I guess it is my fault.

  But now?

  Oh, jeez. His shirt is coming off.

  “Baby, why are you covering your eyes?” I hear him say through the darkness.

  “What?” I respond. “Oh. I didn’t even realize.”

  “You’ve never seen anything like this before, have you?” he asks as his hands land on his belt buckle. There’s a snap and a zip and his pants fall to the floor, and out comes his dick.

  My pussy clenches up when I see it and a string of nerves unfurls deep inside my stomach, radiating out through my body.

  “You know I haven’t seen anything like that,” I respond.