Mountain Man's Valentine

by Lauren Milson

  “Oh my god!” I cry out as his palm comes down on my ass, gently stinging the soft flesh. He takes a handful of my ass and massages it, using my backside to balance as he grinds in and out of me.

  “That’s okay, isn’t it, love?” he asks. “You want that, don’t you honey?”

  “Yes!” I say, arching my back and aching for it. It feels so good to be handled like that. He brings another hand down on my ass, slapping it a little harder this time as his skin stings my flesh.

  Caleb brings his hand around to my front, his fingers tracing down my stomach and to my clit, massaging in deep, filthy circles.

  “I want you to come for me, baby. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Mmmm…yes,” I can’t help but cry out as his fingers slide up and down my soaking wet clit, my dirty moans filling the air.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it? My little sweetheart likes it when I fuck her cunt like that.” He takes his hand off my ass and slips his fingers into my mouth, making me suck on them, suck my own lust off his fingers.

  “Come all over my big fat cock, baby,” he commands, slamming into me over and over. “Come for me. Do it.”

  My mind lets go as my body loses control, my hot pussy creaming as he unloads into me. I feel his hot prick explode inside me, shooting deep, making me wetter and hotter than before.

  The air is heavy with the smell of sex, and Caleb brings me down onto his lap as he sits back, kissing my shoulders, my neck, gently kneading the flesh on the tops of my shoulders with his strong fingertips.

  “You’re incredible,” he says in my ear. “My girl.”

  19

  Caleb

  “You suck it really nice and good, baby.” My Ava’s lips contort around my cock. We’re in the office on Saturday night. I don’t know why I wanted to bring her here. I just fucking did. Maybe it’s because we fucked in every room of my apartment already and we had to eat, so I brought her to my favorite deli for a meatball parm hero and the next thing to do was bring her up here so she could suck my dick.

  I’ve had a day that would rival a porn star’s, but the difference is that I had my own real life virgin begging to take my cock in her mouth.

  All the years of playing with her little clit in the darkness of her room alone really pent up a lot of sexual frustration inside her; I can tell, because now it’s like a dam’s been opened up.

  I look down at her mouth taking my cock and think back to her on the edge of the bed with her legs open for me, my fingers dragging along the outer edges of her panties. She begged and begged for me to touch her hard, erect clit, but the vision of a pair of soaked panties covering up her juicy cunt made it all the most fucking sweet when I drove my cock through her tight channel, so that’s what I did on Saturday.

  Brought her to the edge, made her beg; left her begging, her pretty mouth saying please over and over again.

  Now she can’t say shit because her newly popped cherry-red lips are stuffed full of my stiff one.

  “Nod if you can hear what I’m saying over the sound of your lips sucking me off.” I lace my fingers together behind her head as her eyes smile up at me and she keeps bobbing up and down on my cock.

  “That’s good, baby.”

  My Ava draws her mouth away and a glistening string of saliva breaks off between the lip of my cock and her lips. Her mouth is used a raw and puffy from a full 24 hours of being bathed in kisses from my monster cock and my hungry mouth.

  Sweet, innocent and pure Ava is highly corruptible. I saw it flash behind her eyes at the party a couple nights ago.

  “Why don’t we try something else?” she says sweetly, standing up and turning around to face my desk. I hear her unzip her shorts and she pulls them down slightly, letting the waistband of the thick denim lay across her round, plump ass. She isn’t wearing any panties, because I told her fucking not to.

  At first she complained, saying that she didn’t feel comfortable with wearing short shorts with nothing underneath. But I told her it’s what I wanted, so she whimpered with a cute pout on her lips and went without them, because I get what I want, and because I knew she’d love having the rough fabric rub up against her soft pussy.

  “That’s nice, baby,” I say, reaching out to touch her ass. “You’re not too uncomfortable anymore, are you?”

  She giggles and pulls the shorts down a little further. “No, I’m okay. You were right. I liked having the shorts right up against me.”

  “Let me touch it, baby. I’ll make you feel nice.”

  “I said I wanted to try something now.” She looks over her shoulder, my little sweetness, her lips parted and her hair falling softly over her shoulders and down her back. Fuck, if she didn’t have a pair of angel wings tucked underneath her shirt.

  “I see I’ve taught you to be a very bad girl, and you learn quick.” I lean back and let my cock bob there in front of her ass as she pulls the shorts down even farther, showing me her dripping wet pussy as she leans down. “Shit.”

  She puts a hand under each of her ass cheeks and spreads them slightly, her pink lips glistening with her desire. I reach out again and try to touch. I want to fucking dive in, grab her hips and impale her on my glass-stiff prick.

  “No,” she says, swatting her hand away. “Not yet.” She bends over farther, putting her torso down on the desk, and spreads her legs open wide. I can see her asshole, the pretty and neat pussy lips on the outside, trimmed down so the hair is just a sprinkling. Fuck, she’s so young, she doesn’t even wax yet like the girls who think they need to look like goddamn porn stars.

  I can’t fucking take it and I grab my cock, wrapping my fingers around the base and slowly drawing my hand up to the tip. It’s still wet from her mouth, and as she spreads her legs open more, she sways her ass back and forth like a fucking pendulum keeping time.

  Back. Forth. Back again. Drawing her ass slowly across the air in front of my face.

  “You think what you’re doing to me is kind?” I groan, keeping myself focused on my own cock when all I want to do is slam into her. “It’s torture.”

  “I don’t want to torture you,” she says suggestively. “What do you want me to do?”

  I say nothing, instead springing up to my feet and pushing my cock up against her ass, drawing her body close to me. She presses her hands against the top of my desk, balancing herself there as she gasps.

  “You think you can play around with me? Tease me like that?” I grind my cock between her legs, dragging the hard flesh against her inner thigh. “What about that? That make you want more?”

  “Yes,” she says. In the darkness I can see our reflections in the glass wall of my office. Her eyes are closed, with her head tipped back slightly and her mouth open in wanton desire.

  “Say it,” I command her, bringing my fingers around her face to her puffy, used lips. I whisper into her ear. “Beg me for it.”

  “Please,” she groans softly as the tip of my leaking cock butts up against her opening. I bring it in a little farther, spreading her. “Please.”

  But fuck, I can’t help myself. I slam into her, feeling every ridge inside that tight pussy of hers articulating against my thick muscle. Over and over I slam into her, and her mouth opens up to take my fingers inside her.

  “You like it when I claim that little pussy of yours, don’t you?” I say, lost in her blissful moans.

  “Oh god yes. Yes.”

  “You listen to me, sweetheart. You’re mine now, which means you do as I say. And when I say sit down on my cock, you do it.” Her body bends back toward me, her ass arching against mine. “When I say open your mouth, you do it.”

  She pants over and over, and her teeth come down onto my fingers. She’s going to cum, and I’m going to fucking blow.

  Our eyes meet through the darkness, and I fixate on her in our reflection in the glass. My heart is about to break out of my fucking ribcage, and I bring my hand onto her chin, turning her sweet, angelic face to meet mine. I catch her lips in mine, t
he passion between us making me forget about my dick, forget about my name. Her eyes open gently as I break our kiss. There’s fire behind them, fire in my bones as my cock expands within her tight walls, bathing her insides with my hot cum. Her eyes roll back and she bites her bottom lip as we cum together, as one.

  20

  Ava

  My arms splay out on the desk in front of me as I collapse. Caleb, behind me, runs his hands down my chest and to my waist, my hips, my ass.

  Biting my bottom lip, I smile.

  “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” Caleb pulls away from me slowly, and I hear his pants zip back up behind me. I turn and perch on the edge of his desk as he tenderly helps me back into my shorts.

  I’ve never met someone willing to see me for who I am, and that’s my fault. I’ve never felt safe enough to tell someone my secret and my fears that come along with it.

  But now, I feel safe.

  Caleb looks sexy and handsome in the darkness of the office. He’s wearing casual clothing tonight: a dark-blue polo shirt and black slacks, and everything just fits him so well. I’m a dork, so when he left the bedroom last night to sneak into the shower, I checked the tag on one of his shirts to get his size. I wanted to treat him to something new, but I didn’t recognize the brand. When I looked it up, I discovered that just a polo shirt would set me back about $400. I gasped when I saw the price. Maybe I’d just take him to my favorite falafel cart, instead.

  My mom and dad always wanted to provide for me and make sure I had an easy life. Dad is covering my college tuition, and he’s promised he would pay for grad school too. But I want my personal living expenses to be paid for by me. I don’t want them footing the cost of nights out with Zoe like a lot of the parents of the girls I go to college with do. A lot of them don’t like living in the dorms, so they live in deluxe luxury apartment buildings in Midtown. But I like it in the dorms. It might be nicer if I had more friends there, but they’re close to the academic buildings and the library, which is why I want to be there.

  “What do you want to talk about, Caleb?” I regard him in the moonlight bathing his office in a warm glow. His cheeks are a little bit less scruffy than they were when I met him. He looked so sexy with the beard, and it matched his growl the first time I met him. But now that he’s shaved, the sharp lines in his face are more distinguished, and I can see all of him better.

  “There’s this event I have to attend, and I was hoping you could come with me.” Caleb hooks a hand behind his head and walks over to the big window looking uptown. “It’s a wedding for an old associate of mine. He’s getting married in about six months, and I’d like you to be my date.”

  “Six months?” I turn the idea over in my mind. I guess I wasn’t thinking that far to the future. Deep down inside, I guess I assumed me and Caleb wouldn’t last that long. He turns around to me.

  “What do you say?”

  “I would love that,” I reply. His sexy smile lights up his face. It was the first thing I really liked about him.

  But Caleb’s smile quickly turns into a frown when his eyes unlock from mine and slip past me, out to the hallway. The office floods with light, and I realize a light behind me has been flipped on.

  “Just stay here,” Caleb says, walking past me and putting a hand on my shoulder as he does. He leaves the office and goes out into the hallway.

  I sink down into his chair, my thoughts racing. God, it would be so embarrassing if we were to get caught by someone. I sit in his chair and look down at my fingers, starting to pick at my nails like I always do when I’m nervous.

  Caleb comes back into his office and closes the door softly behind him.

  “What’s the matter?” I say.

  “It’s nothing,” he says, his fists clenching up at his sides. “Really. Let’s go.”

  I look past him and get up slowly from the chair, and I see that it’s Dad out in the hallway.

  “Does he know I’m here?” I ask, my heart racing. I know what he would say. He’d ask why I’m not studying, first, and then he would ask why I’m here. He would make me admit the truth, even though he already knows what the truth is.

  “Yeah, he does, Ava. I told him.” He walks toward me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “I told him. Because I’m not hiding you away. I’m not making you a dirty secret. Fuck, no. I’m going to bring you out into the light, even if that means your old man hates my guts. I don’t give a fuck about that.”

  I swallow hard. “It’s not that simple,” I say. “He isn’t going to be mad at you. He’s going to be mad at me.”

  “He would never be mad at his baby girl. Do you know how much he talks about you? How proud he is of you? Sweetheart, I’d heard a little about you before I met you. I never saw your picture, and I didn’t know who you were when I met you at the party, but I always heard about Murray’s daughter and how fucking proud he was of her.”

  I choke up a little and my heart clenches up. His hands on my shoulders are warm to the touch, and I look up at his eyes, genuine and clear as he continues.

  “When you told me your name at the party, I was so thrilled to meet you. You were the fucking most perfect thing I’d ever seen. In my whole life. Did you know that I almost didn’t go to the party?”

  Tears start to prick at the corners of my eyes. I don’t want to ugly cry, but the way Caleb is looking at me is making me feel something deep inside me. Something warm, something I don’t understand.

  “That’s right,” he continues. “I almost didn’t go to the party. I had a blind date with someone Mike set up for me. She was in town for one night on business, she’s some book agent from London or something. But I told you I was bored with all that shit. You want excitement? Look at Ava Jones, because you’re the thing in my life that’s making me excited now, that’s going to make me excited tomorrow. You’re new, you’re exactly what every cynical fuck in this town is looking for. And I told her at the last minute something else came up and I couldn’t make it. And then I saw you. You were the last thing I was expecting, but the only thing I needed. The only thing I need.”

  “Caleb...I don’t know what to say. That’s very nice, but we would have met anyway. The very next day, when I had to bring that document over for dad. We would have met then.”

  “You’re right, Ava. But I would have done anything for that one extra night with you. And I’ll do anything now to fight for us. I don’t care what your old man says, if he’s mad at me or if he swears he won’t do business with me anymore. I don’t care about that even a little bit. Fuck this, I’ll take you away from all of this, I’ll quit this bullshit job. I’ll sell the apartment I live in and we’ll live in one of my investment properties. But you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to be hidden away high up in the sky, do you? You could live with you dad in a penthouse; you could live on your own in a brownstone I know daddy would buy for you in a second. But you don’t want that. You want your own life. Every woman I’ve ever met wants to earn her way into this world with sex. You’re the only one I’ve met who’s trying to get out. And that’s the most beautiful thing about you.”

  “But I don’t want to disappoint dad. He is so hard on me. I don’t want to sound like a baby, but he is.” Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “He doesn’t want me to end up like him, or like my mom, for that matter. He’s afraid I’ve inherited the worst of both of them. Too cautious, too cold, and too distant. If I want to be independent, then he wants me to be independent a hundred times more than that. And that’s why he’s going to be so fucking pissed off at me when he finds out.”

  “Sweetheart, I swear, he is not mad at you. He is mad at me for corrupting his sweet young daughter.”

  I choke out a laugh, struggling against the lump in my throat.

  “I guess you did turn me into a complete slut in the past few days.”

  “Slut?” His eyes widen and he hugs me. “Enjoying sex doesn’t make you a slut. But if you really want to be, yo
u can be my little slut, doing all kinds of depraved things for me every night.”

  “Caleb,” I laugh. “I’d better go smooth things over with dad.”

  “You can do this, honey. Just tell him the truth.” He gives me a reassuring hug and I make my way out into the hall.

  Dad’s always talked about work, when I’m lucky enough to see him. I was always daddy’s little girl. He was always sweet and kind to me, but by the time he and my mom split up, I was old enough to care for myself, or at least I thought so. By 17, I thought I was so grown up. Now, just a few years later, I feel like a scared young girl again.

  “Dad?” I don’t see him in the hall and I make my way to his office, where he’s standing up facing an old wooden bookcase. I don’t know why he’s here or what he’s looking for.

  “Hey, Ava,” he says. He’s so cold, and he doesn’t turn around to look at me.

  “Dad, what are you doing here?” I ask, sitting down carefully on the edge of one of the chairs facing his desk. His office is about the same size as Caleb’s, but it feels smaller because of how crammed full of old things it is. The desk is large and imposing wood, and one wall is lined with bookcases. He doesn’t have any pictures of me or his brother and sister, my aunt and uncle whom I’m very close with. I scan my eyes along one of the walls to the few photographs he does have. There’s a picture of him with the current mayor and a picture of him with a few New York State senators.

  I sigh as I sink back into the chair. He’s still not facing me, and I feel like an utter disappointment. I shake my head and look down.

  “Ava,” he says, “I work here. That’s why I’m here. My question to you is why you’re here.”

  “Dad,” I manage to squeak out. “It’s Saturday night. I didn’t think you’d be at work.”

  “Exactly,” he says, turning around and pacing over to the window, still not looking at me. “Why are you running around with one of my associates on a Saturday night?”