Mountain Man's Valentine

by Lauren Milson

  His dick is hard and big, and I know it’s going to hurt when he slides it into me. But I have to get this over with, and he’s perfect for the job. Anyone who would come on that hard to a girl he barely knows is certainly not the relationship type.

  And why make this more complicated than it has to be?

  He kneels down between my legs and spreads them open at the knees, making me vulnerable and exposed for him. My panties are still on, but it doesn’t matter. I’m fully on display, and it’s making my head spin.

  “Relax, baby. Lay back. Let me do all the work.”

  He kisses me between my legs, through my panties, and it’s making me very wet.

  “Remember,” he says. “You’re the boss. I do all the work here. That’s the way it should be.”

  He strokes my clit gently through my panties and it makes me hot all over. I close my eyes and lean my head back and drift to another planet as his fingers make their way around the elastic waistband and he slides my underwear slowly down my thighs.

  I can feel everything. The soft silk against my skin, the way his breath plays against my inner thighs.

  He kissed my clit, bringing it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. It’s exquisite, and it’s making me forget every thought inside my head. Every worry I have about this experience, every ounce of anxiety is melting away at his kiss and his touch.

  I feel the pressure within me building up, but I don’t want this feeling to end so soon. And when he presses a fingertip against my opening, I feel a shockwave of pleasure course through me, rocking me all the way to my core.

  But then he eases up, and I stay there on the edge of what feels like a mind-blowing, earth-shattering, cancel-all-your-plans-for-the-week orgasm.

  “What the matter?” I gasp, opening my eyes to see him between my legs with a devilish grin.

  “Nothing’s the matter,” he says. “But did you really think I was going to let you get off so easily?”

  I groan and throw my head back on the pillow and cover my eyes with one hand as he eases one finger inside me, slowly curling it up to touch the fleshy bit inside.

  “That okay?” he asks, teasing me with kisses along the insides of my thighs.

  I can barely give him a response, but I’m sure it’s in some alien language from outer space, because it’s just not possible to feel this good. I’m pretty sure I’m on another planet right now.

  “Baby, you’re so tight,” he says, putting a gentle kiss on my clit. It’s superficial, and he’s teasing me so bad it almost hurts. “Makes me think of all the positions I’m going to fuck you in.”

  He sinks another finger into me and pushes hard and deep inside, sucking my clit into his mouth. Now it’s like he’s racing my body toward an orgasm, and I can’t keep it together.

  Nope. Can’t keep it together. His fingers feel so good dragging along inside me, and just as I’m about to come, he speeds up, sucking hard and fast on my clit.

  “Baby, come for me. I need that sweet little pussy all over me,” he groans, pulling his fingers out and sinking them back in, rubbing hard against my clit with his other hand.

  I’m seeing stars and speaking in tongues as I moan his name over and over. It’s like in the movies. I grip the bed and I swear I’m catapulted from whatever planet Dan sent me to and now I’m in another dimension.

  There must be a tear in the time-space continuum. Because this is absolutely unreal.

  “Baby, come here,” Dan says, lying next to me and scooping me up, spooning me against my back.

  “I’ve never done this before. You know that, right?” I say.

  “Yes, I know. You told me. You were a virgin,” he says, stroking my hair and smoothing it down against my back. “Technically, you still are.”

  “No. I don’t mean that. I mean I’ve never been in bed with my dress still on next to a naked man.”

  “Well,” he says, chuckling. “I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

  His boner is pressing up against my ass, and I can’t help but arch my back and press up against him.

  “More?” he asks, flipping me onto my back and kissing my lips hungrily. I can taste myself on his lips. “Let me take your technical virginity from you, then.”

  He gets up and goes over to one of his nightstands and pulls out a condom. The gold wrapped glistens in the moonlight. I've never seen one of those us close.

  The wrapper tears and he sheaths his thick, hard cock.

  “Someday, baby, you’re going to be doing this for me,” he says, kneeling in front of my spread legs. “We’re going to think of all kinds of creative ways for you to put a condom on me. With your hands. With your mouth.”

  The thought of having that thing inside my mouth is almost scary. It’s so big, and while I’d love to lick it, I’m not sure I’d be able to take the whole thing.

  Which, of course, brings me to the topic of him and me actually having sex. He said he’d do it gently, but that’s kind of not what I want. I want hair-pulling, butt-slapping, all out sex.

  But with this? I’m not sure I can take all of this so fast.

  13

  Dan

  She is pure heaven, pure bliss, and right now I’m going to make her pussy mine. Make her mine. Make her my angel.

  “Don’t worry, boss,” I say, hovering over her sweet, pretty body. I lift her dress up over her head and toss it aside, kissing her face and taking her hands in mine before I remove her bra. Easily my dick finds her tight opening, and I press up against it gently, not wanting to hurt her with my strength.

  Pain? Fear? The inconvenience of waiting in line? Not for my lady.

  I inch inside her slowly and she opens up for me, accepting my cock little by little.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” I moan into her ear, nipping her earlobe and sinking myself in as she stretches around me.

  “And you’re so big,” she says. “I never thought my first time would be with someone who actually knows what he’s doing.”

  “You think I know what I’m doing?” I respond, gently rocking my hips against her, grazing against her clit softly with each pump.

  “Yeah,” she says. “I think you know what you’re doing. Or maybe I’m just naive and ignorant because I have nothing to compare it to.”

  “Baby, with you in charge, I’m going to do a good job.” I rock against her harder, burying myself deep inside. I can feel things I’ve never felt before. It’s unreal.

  Now that I’ve drank from this fountain, I can never have anything ordinary again. Her body is like sweet nectar, and as I look down to see myself pumping in and out, I’m about to lose it.

  “Oh, baby,” I moan, kissing her neck and moving down her body to each of her perfect little nipples. “I’m so fucking lucky you came into my bank today.”

  I speed up until I can’t take it anymore. She’s too much. Too good. Too perfect.

  Her little whimpers are enough to send me spilling over the edge, and I cum hard and deep inside, her flesh pulling everything from me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan. I can’t help it. “Come with me, angel. I need your sweet juices to spill all over my cock. Give it to me.”

  She doesn’t seem embarrassed anymore. She isn’t shy or timid like she was earlier today, or even just a little earlier when she was covering her face and hiding herself. But she’s still innocent. She’s still pure.

  The only difference?

  Now she’s mine.

  14

  Julie

  “You promised you’d tell me how you got this apartment.”

  I pull my legs up underneath me as Dan hands me a mug of hot cocoa, filled to the brim with an oversized toasted marshmallow.

  “Can’t a guy have some air of mystery about him? I don’t ask you what you do to be so beautiful. Of course,” he adds, putting a sweet kiss on my forehead and sitting down next to me on the couch, “I don’t need you to tell me. I know you just wake up and roll out of bed and look like that.”

/>   I’m blushing, but I like it. I like how he does this to me. Teases me. Plays with me.

  And it was all so fast.

  A week has gone by since the first time I saw this apartment and the first time I started wondering what the heck this guy was hiding. Is he some mafia person? Hitman? Gangster?

  His place is unreal. It’s too big.

  And him? He’s absolutely larger than life.

  “Just give me a little bit more information,” I plead, blowing on my piping-hot marshmallow.

  “Let me ask you a question, instead,” he says, crossing his legs and turning to me. “If you had all the money you ever wanted, what would you do?”

  “Wow,” I say, getting up to look out the window at the sun setting over the edge of New Jersey. “I don’t know. I guess the first thing I would do is buy whatever tool you used to toast this marshmallow.”

  The sky is painted in orange and yellow, and I’m literally on top of the world.

  “Oh, honey,” he says, stretching his legs out on the couch. “That’s just a ramequin in the broiler. We’ll have to make sure that our first house together has a good broiler. That’s the best way to make lots of things.”

  House? Did someone say house? Did someone say together?

  “I know you’re a very funny lady, but all kidding aside,” he says, scooping me into his lap, “what would you do if you had all the money you needed?”

  “Me?” I say, sipping my hot chocolate. “I don’t know. I guess I’d take care of my mom and dad first, and my brother. Make sure they’re all set up. My parents actually lost a lot of money a few years ago. My dad’s pension just kind of disappeared.”

  “That’s a damn shame,” Dan says, wrapping his arms around me tight. “It’s not right, what happened back there.”

  He’s certainly right about that.

  “They’ve started recovering, though. I guess they had some extra savings, which is fortunate. But it’s not what it was before. My dad was planning on retiring, but he’s going to have to work for at least a few more years because of what happened.”

  “I can see that you care about your family very much,” he says. “That’s the most important thing.”

  He kisses my neck and takes my mug from me, putting it down on one of the glass coasters on the coffee table.

  “You know, I have to tell you something,” he says, holding me tight. “I’ve had a first too, this week.”

  “Oh?” I ask, the smile on my face so big it’s starting to hurt. “You weren’t a virgin too, were you?”

  “Of sorts,” he says, brushing my hair aside and kissing me behind the ear. “I’ve never had a girl know what I really do.”

  “What?” I say, turning to face him. “What do you mean?”

  “When a girl asks me what I do, I just tell her I’m in finance. I don’t want to have to explain why I have this apartment when I have a upper-middle-class job.”

  “Hm,” I say, mildly confused. “What’s the big deal with explaining that?”

  “It’s not really that big of a deal,” he responds, “but I find it easier to just talk less.”

  “Oh, I get you,” I say, nestling into his chest. “You’re not much of a talker. I understand.”

  “Wasn’t much of a talker,” he says. “Until I met you. Now, I want to know everything. Every little thing that comes into your mind. All of your thoughts. Your desires.”

  “I thought you said you already know what I want.”

  “I do,” he responds, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it from you.”

  I can feel his dick getting hard against me, and his fingers work their way around to my front and down my stomach. I’m already in my pajamas, which isn’t very unusual for me on a Friday night, but I’ve never been in a rich dude’s apartment on a Friday night in what are technically his pajamas.

  He scoots my butt forward a little on his lap, and I feel his dick come out of his pants and press against me again. It sends a warm sensation through me, and as I start to reach behind me to touch him, he pushes my hand away from him and holds my wrists together.

  “You’re the boss, remember? I work for you.”

  “But,” I start, “don’t you want me to touch you?”

  “You will,” I say. “But not with your hands. Something better.”

  He pulls my pants down to my knees and slides into me easily from behind, rocking against me in a slow, even tempo. I can’t help but close my eyes and give myself over to him, and the pressure against my wrists as he holds my hands behind my back, giving me no room to move them on my own, feels deliciously naughty.

  “That’s what I want to feel,” he says, grinding against me. “This is my pussy, and it’s perfect.”

  I giggle and squirm against him, desperate for him to speed up and fuck me hard and fast, but he loves doing this to me, instead. It’s unreal what he can do for me, and try as I might to ride him like some sex maniac, he keeps it under control and brings me in a slow build toward an orgasm.

  “Take it all, and keep it there,” he says, pushing himself all the way into me. He’s hit unknown depths, taken me to the heights of pleasure and back again, and every time I think I want to curl up in a satisfied ball of goo on his bed, he picks me up and gives me more.

  “I’ll keep it,” I moan between fast breaths. “Because I’m yours.”

  “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, my love,” he moans, pulling my hands down behind my back, clasping them hard together as he rides me from behind.

  An orgasm crashes over me, the cold white light of it flashing inside my eyelids. He pumps into me hard, and over and over I spasm onto him, straining to move against him, but he keeps me right there on his lap with my hands bound behind me, and I come against his huge cock harder than I ever have before.

  “I’m not wearing a condom,” he says. “I don’t want to come unless you want me to.”

  “Don’t,” I say. “Don’t do it. But please just give me a little bit more before you have to come.”

  “Fuck, baby. You’re about to make me come, the way you’re talking like that.”

  “Then let me go,” I say, freeing my hands from his grasp and kneeling down in front of him, his throbbing dick making my eyes go wide. “I can’t believe this big thing fit inside me,” I say, stroking it with my hands.

  “Put your lips around it, babe,” he says, his fingers weaving through my messy hair.

  “What if I dislocate my jaw on this thing?” I say, gawking at its strength as I continue to stroke its full length.

  “We can’t have that,” he says. “Even if we get married and you’re on my health insurance, you won’t ever need to go to any doctors. You’re safe with me.”

  He pulls out a condom from his pocket and lets me put it on him. It’s my first time putting a condom on, but it’s simple enough. I pinch the tip just like they taught us in health class, and unroll it along his thick shaft.

  As soon as it’s on, he picks me up and tosses me onto the couch.

  “I’m going to destroy that tight little thing. No more gentle. I’ve been gentle with you long enough.”

  He pushes right through me, collapsing onto me as our hips meet. I sink down into the plush, soft leather cushions, and he reaches down to put his fingers against my clit.

  “Come with me right now,” he growls. “Right fucking now.”

  A burst of light threatens to blind me as his hips buck against me and he takes me down a hole of pleasure. He doesn’t stop looking at me, his eyes taking in my entire body. My eyes, my lips, he looks at me with the closeness of someone who’s known me for years, but the excitement of someone he’s just met. I don’t know which I like more, and I’m so freaking lucky that I get to have both.

  He collapses onto me, and I can still feel his dick twitching inside me. I feel full, and his warmth spreads through me as the last of the sun sets behind the curve of the earth.

  “Let’s just leave the city,” he says. “This place
isn’t for you. It isn’t for us. I want a windowsill you can set an apple pie on to cool. The windows in this place don’t even open.”

  “But it’s what you’ve worked for,” I respond. “You don’t want to give all this up.”

  “Baby, I wouldn’t be giving up anything. Now that I have you.”

  15

  Dan

  “You know, if you blew off any one else the way you’ve blown me off, you’d already be off this deal,” Joshua says, pinching a cigarette between his thumb and forefinger and tossing his matchbook on the glass table as I sit down across from him.

  “I get that,” I say, looking at the menu of drink specials, “but I’m me, and you’re you. Now tell me what you’ve got.”

  “Alright, listen. Can we get a couple of drinks first?”

  We’re at the outdoor bar on Astor Place where we both went to college. God, those days feel so far behind me now. Those days when the devil was whispering in my ear at three in the morning when I should have just gone home.

  That’s fine, though. It’s in the past. Now I’ve got my angel and with her by my side, saying no to the women in the short skirts will be easy.

  A pretty young thing in a high blonde ponytail and an ass-tight skirt sways over to us and takes our orders.

  “God, must be nice,” he says, his eyes glued to her ass as she walks away.

  Me? I’m thinking about my baby. She’s at her place tonight, because I told her I had important business to take care of, but she's coming over later.

  “What must be nice, Joshua? What?”

  “Being you. Being single. Getting between those thighs over there,” he says, sucking on his cigarette.

  “Not single anymore. Remember the girl I was telling you about last week?”

  The bar is filling up with people, but the music is low. City ordinance. Can’t have the music on too loud at an outdoor bar. Doesn’t stop people from being loud, though.