Steal Me Away: A Mountain Man Romance

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by Ilsa Ames


  I watched, groaning hungrily as she exposed her white lacy bra. I growled thickly at the way it gently cupped the soft swell of her breasts—that lacy edge teasing along her curves. She dropped her shirt to the floor, eyes still on mine as she unclipped the bra from behind her back.

  In one swift movement she let the bra slide from her shoulders, the straps running down her soft arms as it fell to the floor.

  I groaned.

  She looked at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as my hungry gaze teased down over her soft, pert breasts—the tanned skin, and the extremely suckable puffy pink nipples stiffening at the exposure to the slightly cool evening air.

  I took her breasts in my hands, feeling my cock throb like hot iron in my pants at the sensation of her soft skin—the weight of her perfect breats as I squeezed them together.

  I pushed her down onto the bed on her back, her face flushed and her eyes hungry as she watched me lift my shirt up over my head, throwing it behind me. Her hungry gaze studied my muscled frame, built from years of hard work and living roughly.

  I stepped in towards her, big fingers grabbing at the top of her pants, ripping the button and zipper open with ease. She gasped as I pulled her pants off of her legs in one movement.

  And I fucking growled.

  She was bare under the pants I’d left for her. Which made sense. It hadn’t been with anything in mind but not knowing the first thing about buying women’s underwear, but with the clothes I’d collected for her stay here, panties weren’t on the list.

  And that left her totally bare and nude under my hungry gaze. My jaw clenched as my eyes drank in the sight of her pussy—gorgeous, pink, and swollen with desire.

  My gaze ran down her body, from her pretty face, to her breasts, down her slim stomach and womanly hips back to her tempting pussy, and felt my breath quicken at the sight.

  So fucking wet. And when she gasped as I took her thighs in my strong hands, I knew how ready she was. I pushed them apart, and she gasped again as her pussy opened with her legs.

  I moved in, and when my breath teased over her lips, she moaned quietly. My tongue slid out, teasing up her seam, parting her lips as she groaned in pleasure. I felt my pulse thunder through me, the desire for this girl taking me over like a drug high. My fingers dug into her skin, holding her pretty thighs wide apart as I dragged my tongue up and down her slit.

  I rolled it over her clit, feeling the hard, throbbing little button pulse under my tongue as Lia’s cries of pleasure filled the cabin. I groaned into her, tasting the sweetness of her pussy and suddenly starving for more.

  I pushed my tongue deeper inside of her, swirling it around her opening before I dove in. Her hips bucked against my mouth, her hands sliding into my hair and gripping it tightly. Soft cries cascaded from her mouth, her body melting under me and her sweet slickness coating my tongue.

  I sucked her clit between my lips, letting my tongue dance across it as my fingers dug into her skin. And it was her breaking point.

  Lia cried out as she came for me, her hips pushing her slick pussy tight against my mouth. My tongue dragged over her, tasting her orgasm and teasing her through it as she panted under me.

  Slowly, she whimpered, pushing me away as she sucked in air. I grinned hungrily, kissing her thigh before pulling away.

  I stepped back, undoing my button and my zipper and pulling my jeans and boxers down to the floor. I felt my cock swing free from the confines of my underwear, standing big, proud and erect in front of her naked body, pulsing against my abs.

  Lia moaned softly, curling her legs under her as she sat up on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at me. I growled as I stepped forward, and when she took my thick erection in her small, soft hand and began to stroke me, my world melted. Her hand slid up and down gently, the other teasing over my muscled abs as she caressed my skin, driving me insane with her feathery-light touch.

  I moaned at the sensation of her hands on me, gasping softly with each gentle movement of her hand back on forth on my hard cock. I felt myself twitch under her fingers, and I groaned loudly as she started to jerk me off harder and faster.

  “Fuck you’re big,” she whispered, eyes wide as she studied my huge, hard cock in her hand.

  Her voice was coarse and thick, and she leant forward to kiss my stomach as she continued to jerk me off. My cock brushed against her cheek as she leaned forward, and I longed for her to use her soft lips on me, taking my cock into her mouth.

  She kissed her way down my stomach, and then started caressing my shaft with her lips and tongue, running her hot little mouth to the end of my cock.

  Her eyes locked on mine as she took me between her pillowy lips, and I moaned again at the sensation of her warm, soft mouth on my cock. Lia moaned around me, sucking gently on my thick head.

  I stepped forward and swung her hips round onto the bed, so I could reach her pussy with my hand. I started to tease her clit with one finger, and she moaned around my cock at the sensation.

  Damn, she was so fucking wet from me making her come, and I pushed two fingers slowly into her pussy. Lia moaned again as I pushed them deep into her tight slickness, pumping them slowly in and out as my thumb brushed over her clit.

  She sucked at me faster as I fingered her pussy, and I reached down to cup one of her full breasts with my other hand, squeezing her hard, pink nipple gently with two fingers.

  I stood in front of her, muscles tightening as I struggled to contain the waves of pleasure that were building in my rock hard cock. I devoured her naked body with my hungry gaze as she lay on my bed on front of me, blown away at how gorgeous she was. Fuck, she was more beautiful naked that I had imagined in the fantasies I’d had involving her since the first day I’d laid eyes on her.

  But as heavenly as her mouth felt on me, I wanted more. And I wanted to give her more.

  I groaned as I slipped free of her mouth, my fingers sliding from the tight, eager wetness of her pussy. I pushed her back onto the bed, moving over her as she moaned, spreading her legs around my hips. She wrapped them tight, her thighs spread so wide like she was inviting me in.

  Begging me to take her.

  “Fuck me, Logan,” she moaned, voice thick with lust and sexual frustration.

  I took my cock in one hand and angled it towards her pussy, easing my hips forward as I began to tease her pussy lips with the end of my hard cock.

  I resisted the urge to lose all control and just plunge into her. I groaned, my muscles rippling, and my jaw clenched tight as I fought back the desire to sink every inch inside with one thrust, to claim her hard and fast.

  But no. I wanted to take my damn time with her.

  I eased my cock into her slick opening slowly, and she moaned loudly as I entered her. She tilted her head back, arms stretched above her head out on the bed as I drove inside.

  Lia squeezed her eyes tight, gasping rhythmically as I began to fuck her slowly and deeply. I felt her tight pussy quiver at the sensation, and I felt a pulse of pleasure in my cock at the sensation of her warmth and wetness clinging to tightly to me.

  Everything else was forgotten as I continued to fuck her, gently increasing in pace, feeling our bodies crash together as I drove into her again and again. Everything about this girl consumed me—the scent of her, the sweet sound of her cries of pleasure melting over me, the hot, slick feel of her pussy drawing me in deeper. She moaned loudly, arching her back as she rocked her hips to meet my thrusts, panting as I moved faster.

  She propped herself up on her elbows and leaned forward to watch herself being fucked by my hard cock. I could feel myself starting to lose control, willing myself to resist the animalistic urge rising within me.

  My eyes found hers, locking on her soft, brown, wide eyes as she stared up at me. I let out a groan of pleasure, eyes locked on hers as I fucked her.

  “Oh, fuck, Lia,” I said, through waves of pleasure. “Damn you’re beautiful.”

  She began to gasp in time with my rhythmic thrus
ts into her, mouth open and eyes wide as she leant forward to grab my hips with her hands. Her breasts moved in time with my thrusting, captivating my attention as I drove into her slick, tight pussy.

  “Fuck me harder,” she said softly, using her hands to increase the speed of my thrusts. “That’s it. I want you to come inside me.”

  I tilted my head back and let out a roar of pleasure, starting to lose control of myself as she willed me to fuck her harder and faster. I unconsciously felt myself increasing, pushing my cock deep and hard into her, faster and more desperate with each thrust.

  She was moaning loudly now, regularly and deep as she started to lose control. I felt her pussy convulse even tighter around my cock. I had lost control now, past the point of no return.

  I looked down at her swollen pussy as I fucked her hard and fast, and the sight was almost too much, and I felt my cock twinge with pleasure. I used my fingers to part her lips, so I could push as deep into her as I could.

  Her pussy began to convulse around my cock, and when I looked at her face, her eyes were half closed, face contorted with pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck. I’m coming,” she gasped, and let out a small scream as the orgasm overtook her. I groaned at her expression as the waves of her climax erupted through her, her nails digging into my skin as she exploded into orgasm.

  It was too much, and I felt my cock start to pulse as my own climax started to build. I drove into her deeply as my cock began to convulse, muscles clenching from the waves of pleasure shooting up my cock, into my stomach, and down into my legs.

  I moaned her name through clenched teeth as I came inside her, pumping again and again as I filled her with my cum, and my whole body tensed as the orgasm overtook me.

  I slowed my thrusts as the orgasm faded, the glow of pleasure and release of sexual tension spreading throughout my body. Lia was breathing deeply, her face flushed with arousal. She was panting as she looked up at me, overcome with pleasure, her whole body trembling in the afterglow.

  Fucking hell.

  What’d just happened between us was like nothing else I’d ever experienced, and I didn’t want the moment to end.

  After a while we were lying side by side on the bed, Lia cradled in the nook of an arm, resting her head on my chest. We’d only just began to recover from the powerful orgasms, resting as our breathing began to return to normal.

  “Well,” she giggled. “You’ve made quite a mess of me, haven’t you?” she said, smiling up at me, face still red and flushed.

  “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy me making a mess of you, darlin’,” I chuckled. “In fact…”

  I growled as I started to roll into her, my hands sliding over her skin.

  “In fact, I think we should make a mess of you again,” I said, my voice growing deeper with the lust and heat rising through me. A warm glow had settled over me, and I felt more content that I ever had before.

  I heard Lia let out a satisfied sigh at my side, and hoped she was feeling what I was. Then I found my mind worry slightly about the reality of what had just happened.

  Damn. What if she doesn’t want to go back to her dad?

  What if she wanted to stay here? Where the fuck would that leave me then with this whole plan? “Do as I say Preston, or you won’t get your daughter back. Oh, and by the way, she’s decided she’s going to stay with me anyway.”

  Yeah, like that was gonna work. I guess we’d have to keep this a secret from her father, try and work out how we were going to play this.

  But in the meantime, I could see a fun couple of days in front of us. Just Lia and I, getting to know each other, exploring each other in the solitude of my… our… mountain cabin.

  I was falling for this girl.

  …if I hadn’t already.

  I heard her sigh again with satisfaction, and I turned to look down at her, lifting her face to mine with a gentle finger under her chin. I kissed her mouth deeply, groaning as I felt her soft, tempting body squirm with pleasure against me.

  Chapter Eight

  Lia

  The next few days passed in a sort of pleasant, erotic blur. Logan and I barely left the bedroom, only to eat, drink, and shower. And I realized, around halfway through, that I didn’t even miss the outside world, and that I was finding it more and more difficult to consider myself the prisoner that I actually was. I wanted to be here, I wanted to be with him. And that should have been supremely strange to me, because technically I was here against my will.

  He lived very simply. His clothes, his furniture, his appliances, even his computer—none of them were what you could even charitably call ‘modern’—but that didn’t seem to bother him one bit. He just managed. Used what he had, repaired what broke down, and got on with things. I was horrified at his ancient desktop computer, with its boxy old screen and the whirring sounds that came from the hard drive whenever he tried to load up a document or a file.

  “That thing’s gonna give out any day now,” I told him. “And you’ll lose all the work you’ve done on those files.”

  He pulled out a stack of blank CD-ROMS and waved them at me.

  “Nuh uh,” he said, triumphantly, a grin on his face. “They’re all backed up on these.”

  I giggled. “Are those seriously CD-ROMs?”

  Logan frowned. “Why?”

  “Because nineteen-nintey-seven called and they want those back.”

  He rolled his eyes.

  "I mean if you're going for old-school, fine. But it’s all done automatically on the cloud these days, no need to carry around a stack of CD’s like that.”

  He just shrugged.

  “The only clouds I’m interested in are the ones that show whether or not rain is coming, or if there’s a storm gathering, and I need to protect my livestock. These CDs will work just fine.”

  And it was the same with everything. When I suggested that his towels were frayed or that his carpet could probably use an update, he’d just look at me like I was insane.

  “But they still work just as they should,” he said. “The carpet isn’t dirty—maybe it’s a little worn, but it’s still soft on your feet, right? The towels still get you dry, don’t they? Why the hell would I need to spend time and money on getting new ones when there’s nothing wrong with the old ones?”

  “But the carpet is like something out of Norman Bates’s motel,” I protested. “It’s downright gross and ugly and like, fifty years out of date.”

  He just waved off my concerns, grinning.

  “Lia, if you and me are ever gonna get along, you’re just going to have to come to terms with the fact that I absolutely do not give a shit about any of that crap. It’s carpet and linens and I have a whole lot more important stuff to keep me occupied.”

  “Hey, you’re the one keeping me locked up in your sex dungeon,” I giggled. “You could always let me out, if you don’t like me complaining about the décor.”

  He looked up at me sharply then.

  “Sex dungeon? Please. Like you’re not a willing participant in my sex dungeon of pleasure,” he rolled his r’s on the word dramatically, making me laugh. “And besides, you’re the one who seduced me, so don’t give me any of this sex dungeon prisoner BS.”

  And, really, he was right about all the material stuff I was nagging him about. I’d always had the newest everything—computer, TV, clothes, anything I wanted. Money had never been an issue. The old stuff got thrown out or passed on to the staff, and I’d never given it a second thought.

  I mean, it wasn’t like Logan was a complete caveman—the cabin had electricity and running water, he just managed with what he had. As time went on I realized that it appealed to me, the certain kind of rugged independence that he lived by. He didn’t need anyone, or anything else to feel content.

  At first, I itched to check my phone, to see what was happening on my social media. It was like a void that needed to be filled—to check for those notifications and get the validation that a Like or Love gave me. The little rush
of endorphins I got from them was addictive, I came to realize, once I could no longer access them. I found myself at a loose end, wandering around the tiny cabin not knowing what to do with myself.

  But as the days passed, and I grew more accustomed to the silence, to the lack of beeps and buzzes and things demanding my attention, I actually began to find that I didn’t even miss that stuff. I actually started to find that I was happy in their absence. I could spend more time actually thinking about stuff, considering my life, and just talking with Logan. I was… relaxed. Truly relaxed, for the first time in, well, I didn’t even know how long.

  It helped, of course, that he was great company. He was intelligent and funny, with a sardonic sense of humor that matched mine excellently. He could take a joke, and wasn’t afraid of dishing it out, either.

  And of course, his charms extended beyond conversation too. Like I said, we’d barely left the bedroom. And why would I? Why would I ever leave that room when I had such an incredible, sexy, gorgeous man ready to pin me down, pull me on top of him, or spread my legs for his mouth?

  My few rolls in the hay with the rich boys I tended to spend the most time with had been nothing like being with Logan. They just didn’t compare. Logan was a man, not a boy.

  A very rough, wild, and panty-meltingly perfect man.

  Two days after we’d first crashed together, Logan opened the front door for the first time. I was sitting on the couch, reading through a battered old detective thriller novel I’d found on the bookshelf. As the fresh air filtered in, I looked up and took a deep breath. The fresh, mulchy smell of the forest was amazing after days of being cooped up inside. Logan stood at the threshold, looking around, alert. I figured he was probably checking to see that nobody was around.

  When he seemed satisfied that nobody could see us, he turned to me and gestured.

  “C’mere,” he murmured.

  I stood and went over to him, aching to get out in the fresh air. Dead as the forest around the cabin was, I just needed to stretch my legs and feel the air on my face.

 

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