by Lia Lee
I weaved through the trees to my cabin. It had been pure luck that we were this close when she’d asked. I parked the four-wheeler in the spot where I usually parked my truck and climbed off, helping her off and toward my cabin. Her limp was still quite bad.
Inside, I helped her into the bathroom and pulled the door shut.
Shit, I was in trouble. This goddess was in my bathroom, in my cabin, and we were totally alone. I was thinking all sorts of nasty shit, and I had to get a grip before I did something stupid.
Because God knows I wanted to.
I walked to the fridge and cracked open a beer. I wasn’t supposed to drink on the job, but I had to clear my mind. A few sips of a cold one might fix me up. I wouldn’t finish the whole thing.
“Are you okay in there?” I asked after a while.
“Fine,” she answered through the door.
“We have to get back, soon.” I looked out of the window. “Night is on its way, and we need to get down to the lodge while we can.”
I heard the toilet flush and the water running. I put the open can of beer back into the fridge and closed it. I took a sip of water and rinsed out my mouth so I didn’t smell like I had been drinking.
The door opened, and she stepped out. Her eyes were on me, and when she came closer to me, I noticed she wasn’t limping so badly anymore. She had been faking it.
I wasn’t irritated at all. Usually, when people acted like their injury was worse than it was, it pissed me off. But she came to me all rolling hips and a seductive smile on her face, and all I could think was “yes, please.” Fuck I wanted this woman something awful. I wanted to rip her clothes off and bend her over and fuck her from behind. My cock twitched in my pants, and I turned toward the door so she wouldn’t see the growing bulge of the desire I couldn’t contain.
“We have to get down the mountain,” I said. The lust was thick in the air, and when I glanced at her, there was no question that she felt it, too.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked. It sounded like an invite. It was. I hadn’t meant for it to sound like a come-on, but I couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel that way.
I watched as she lifted her hand to her neck and slid it slowly down, her fingers on the skin of her chest. She tugged at her buttons, and I was aching for her to get naked. Was she accepting my invitation? To me it seemed she had understood what I was asking, and she looked like she was willing to give it to me.
It was wrong to fuck the clients, I reminded myself. It was wrong to have them in my cabin. It was wrong to picture doing something dirty to them.
It was wrong. It was wrong. It was wrong.
But when she started unbuttoning her shirt, and a lace bra peeked out at me, so help me, I was about to lose control.
Chapter 3
Fiona
His voice deepened when he asked me if I needed anything else, and I started unbuttoning my shirt. I never did something like this, but I wanted him so badly.
“You,” I said in a husky voice. “I need you.”
I was taking a chance, and for a split second, I wondered if I had pushed it too far. But he stepped closer to me, hunger in his eyes and scooped me up. His lips mashed against mine and his tongue was in my mouth, and he walked me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing at all.
When we were in the room, he pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard, grinding his hips against me. His hard cock strained to get to me through his jeans. He was pure muscle and desire, and my body responded to him. I ached for him. I wanted him buried deep inside of me. My arms were around his neck, and I kissed him back, throwing myself into this. It was reckless and dirty and wrong, and I loved it.
I wanted it. All of it.
His hands found my breasts, and he massaged me roughly, disheveling my clothes and tugging my breasts free of my shirt and bra. His cock as still pressed against my pussy and he bucked his hips, dry fucking me. I gasped, getting so wet I could feel it.
He spun me around, and I yelped when he dropped me on the bed. He didn’t waste time with my clothes, pulling the long-sleeved shirt I wore up and over my head. He pulled my bra straps over my shoulders and peeled the cups down so he could get to my breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, groping my other breast as he sucked on me. I moaned. It was so fucking hot. I was headed toward rough sex with a total stranger, and it was the dirtiest thing I had ever done.
After he’d paid attention to breasts for a while, he pulled my jeans down, peeling them off my legs. He tugged my panties down and left them around my ankles. I was half undressed. My shoes stopped my pants from coming off, and I still had the bra around my waist, but when he spread my thighs with his hand, I stopped thinking about logistics. He closed his mouth over my pussy, and I cried out as he licked me from my entrance to my clit.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and started licking me, flicking his tongue over my clit. When I looked down at him, his eyes were on me. He was a sight to behold, deep dark eyes staring at me. I felt his beard on my bare pussy, and I cried out again as my body jerked and shivered under the onslaught of his tongue.
I was about to tip over the edge, to have an orgasm rock my body, when he pushed two fingers into me. It distracted me enough from his attention to my clit to drive away the orgasm, but it wasn’t any less erotic. He pumped his fingers into me, and I cried out as he continued licking my clit, his tongue hot and hard. I was dripping wet and bucking on the bed. The orgasm finally crashed into me, and I moaned as pleasure racked my body.
He didn’t stop until I was a hot mess, drenched in a puddle of sweat on the bed.
He let go of me, putting the two fingers he’d used to fuck me with into his mouth, sucking them off. Then he all but ripped his shirt from his body. He was every inch the god I had thought him to be. His abs were stacked perfectly, his arms bigger than they had looked with the T-shirt on, and his chest was chiseled like it was made of marble. The tattoo on his arm went up to his shoulder and onto his chest, one pectoral covered with a skull-like tattoo that only added to his rugged good looks.
I didn’t have a lot of time to stare. He yanked off his pants, and an impressive cock sprang free. He was hard, his dick pointing up in the air and heavy balls swung beneath it. Another tattoo hugged his hip and stopped in his groin, close enough to his cock to be fucking hot but not to take away from the glory of his manhood. The Viking pulled my shoes off so I could get rid of my pants, and I pushed up to unclasp my bra. We were both naked, and he crawled onto the bed. I opened my legs for him because there was nothing else I wanted more than for him to ravage me.
When he was between my legs, he planted his arms on either side of my head. His eyes were drowning deep, his face only inches from mine when he pushed into me.
I cried out as he buried his cock deep inside of me. I was wet and open and ready for him, and his size was something to get used to. He started sliding in and out of me, fucking me hard and I fell apart as he pounded in and out of me. There had been no ceremony, no easing slowly into it. And I wanted it. Damn, this was exactly what I needed.
He drew the second orgasm out of me, and I cried out. I clamped down on his cock, and he grunted when I did, leaning down to kiss me. His tongue was in my mouth, exploring me.
When he stopped kissing me it was abrupt, leaving me wanting. He pulled out of me at the same time, and I was left shivering and wanting more.
“I’m going to flip you over,” he said seconds before he did it and I landed on my stomach, bracing with my hands. I pushed up on all fours and looked over my shoulder. I was breathing as hard as he was. His hands were on my hips as he pulled me closer. His cock found my entrance, and he pushed into me again.
He pounded into me, picking his speed right back up, and I lost myself in the sensation of our fucking. His balls slapped against my clit, and I was sensitive after he had given me oral, but the sensation was erotic. A fire was building inside, pushing me closer to the edge of another orgasm. The room filled with the sounds of o
ur sex, with his grunting and my moaning and crying out. The sound of his dick pounding into my pussy. My breasts swinging back and forth.
I cried out when another orgasm shattered me, coming undone at the seams. He buried himself inside of me as deep as he could go before he released. He pumped into me, jerking and spasming and his fingers dug into my hips. We orgasmed together. I had never had an orgasm at the same time as Randy, and I felt more connected to this stranger than I had to the man I had been dating for years.
I shoved the thought of my ex-boyfriend out of my mind and focused on the here and now.
When he stopped orgasming, he pulled out of me. I collapsed on the bed, a slippery mess. My skin was slick with sweat, and our sex was between my legs, wet and messy.
He fell onto the bed next to me. His chest rose and fell, and I snuck a glance down at his softening cock. For a moment, I was grateful I was on birth control because he hadn’t used a condom. There hadn’t been time for that.
He turned his head to me, and I met his eyes. Dark, stormy eyes.
“We should go,” he said in a rough voice. “It’s going to get dark, soon.”
“Can we put it off until morning?” I asked. I didn’t want to go back to reality yet. I wanted to stay with this guy a little longer, ride out the feeling of ecstasy he had created.
“I guess we could,” he said after thinking about it for a moment. I smiled.
I rolled over onto my stomach, feeling tired and sore in the best way. He swatted me on my ass, and I yelped. He laughed a deep rumble. He stood up from the bed and didn’t bother covering up. With a body like his, he didn’t have to. He was more than confident about his body, and he had a right to be.
“I need a beer,” he said. “Want one?”
“Can I have water?” I asked. I would have said yes to the beer, but I was already pushing the limits on things I didn’t usually do. He left the room, ass naked and perfect and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to return.
Chapter 4
Laird
I should have felt guilty about fucking her. I should have felt guilty about having a client in my cabin. There was nothing professional about it. But I couldn’t get myself to regret what I had done. I wasn’t going to say no to a naked, willing woman, and she had practically thrown herself at me. I had needed a release, and she had been perfect in bed.
Not that I had let her do much, I had had my way with her.
I stood in front of the fridge, staring at the beer without seeing it. I flashed back to her body. Tattoos on her shoulder, on her back and on her hips. Now, there was something you didn’t see every day. It was fucking hot when a woman wasn’t scared to express herself and didn’t fear the pain. It spoke of something strong inside her. Nature hikes, tattoos, and her short fiery hair – my kind of woman.
I took my open beer can and stood naked in the kitchen, sipping it. I had to let them know I still had her. If I didn’t call down to the base and report it, they would send out search parties for us. The last thing I needed was for them to find us here in my cabin, naked and well-done.
When I phoned the base, Jackson answered.
“It’s getting late,” he said. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the cabin, the four-wheeler lost a tire.”
“And the invalid?”
“She’s safe here with me. I’ll bring her down first thing in the morning. It’s too dangerous to head out, now.”
I glanced out of the window as I said it. It had become much too dark to venture out. I wasn’t lying.
“I’ll log it,” Jackson said. “Be safe and behave.”
I grinned and hung up. I wasn’t going to answer that. Jackson and I were friends. He was also my superior, and I had never lied to him before. I had never had a naked client in my bed before, either. But if I had a willing woman in my bed and she was staying until morning, I wasn’t going to let her go without getting another session out of her. She was too good in bed, and something like this was only going to happen to me once.
I took a bottle of water out for the woman and walked to the bedroom. She was still naked, sprawled on my bed and sexy as hell. I passed her the bottle, and she downed it in one go.
Wow.
She was fucking hot. Now that I had gotten the first orgasm out of my system, I took the time to look at her body. She was in good shape, not too skinny, muscles not too toned. Curvy with breasts big enough to fill each hand and a round ass that made me want to take a bite out of it.
Perfect.
I crawled on the bed and lay next to her. She put the empty bottle on the nightstand and looked at me. My cock was already starting to harden again. She glanced down and smiled, a devious smile that suggested she had been thinking the same thing I had.
She rolled over and climbed onto me, her legs on either side of my hips. She kissed me, her hands on my cheeks, her lips on mine. I reached up and buried my hand in her short red curls. She moved on top of me, sensual, sexual. I reached for her breast, tugging on her nipple, rolling it between my two fingers, and she made small sounds into my mouth. I wanted her to sit down on me, to bury myself inside her again.
But she had other plans. Instead of taking my cock into her, she kissed her way down my jaw, my neck, my chest. She licked a trail down my stomach and finally kissed me around my groin area. Palming my cock and running her hand slowly up and down it, she worked her way over the sensitive skin on my upper thighs and hips. I shuddered when she licked me where my thigh and my groin came together. She was driving me wild with desire. She was holding out on me, not touching my cock with her lips, and she made me want it by keeping it from me.
When she closed her mouth around the head of my dick, I groaned. It felt even better than I’d imagined. Her lips were scalding hot as she moved down, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the base to close the distance she couldn’t cover – I was huge, even if had to say so myself – and she started bobbing her head up and down, fucking me with her mouth. I closed my eyes and let her do what she wanted with me. Her mouth was like magic, almost as good as her pussy. It took skill for a woman to give a good blowjob and this one knew what she was doing.
She pulled back before I started building an orgasm, and I was glad. I had a lot more to give, and I wanted to give it to her good and proper.
She crawled back up my body and kissed me. I could taste our sex on her lips, and it was such a turn on. I put my hands on her hips and guided her down. She knew where I was headed with this, and she looked more than happy to comply. She put her hand between her legs and found my dick, guiding me to her entrance.
When I pushed into her, her eyes rolled back, and she moaned. She sat down on top of me and moved a little to adjust to my size before she started fucking me. She bucked her hips, sliding my dick in and out of her, riding me. She was fucking hot. Her breasts swung back and forth as she rode me, her hands on my chest and her round ass jiggling on my thighs. I put my hands on her hips and encouraged her, helping her rock faster and faster. Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone, and she leaned forward. She cried out, and it didn’t take long before she orgasmed.
This was the fourth time she’d orgasmed today, and it was fucking hot to know that she was so satisfied, that I had pushed her that far. I loved it when women could let go that way. When nothing held them back, and they could give themselves over to the pleasure.
When her orgasm was over, I sat up and kissed her. She sat in my lap, my cock buried inside of her, and we rocked together on the bed, our sex slower than we had done it all afternoon. It was hot and sensual, and it drove me crazy with torture. I let her ride me like this for a while, but I couldn’t hold it much longer. I shifted, working to get my legs under me and tipped her onto her back without pulling out all the way.
Point for me.
When she was on her back, and I was between her legs again, I started fucking her the way I had the first time. I pounded into her, and she moaned and cried out with
every stroke, her legs wrapping around my back. I fucked her harder and harder, pushing myself closer to another release.
She got there before I did, orgasming, and it was long and drawn out. Her body was tight around mine, and I grunted, pumping in faster and faster until I came.
I released inside of her, filling her up. I assumed she was on birth control because she didn’t seem panicked about it. In the middle of the best orgasm I’d had so far, I didn’t care about anything other than how fucking fantastic it felt.
When it was all over, I pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her. We were both breathing hard, and we were messy with sweat and sex and the dirty deed we had just done. I pulled her against me, and she took a deep breath, letting it out with billowed cheeks. She closed her eyes, and I kissed her on the cheek. I was suddenly exhausted. When her breathing slowed and steadied, I realized she was too. I waited until she was asleep before I drifted off.
Chapter 5
Fiona
When I woke up on Saturday morning, I had no idea where I was. The place was like a log cabin with wooden furniture and the bed I was in had big fluffy blankets.
I felt sore between my legs, but the good kind of sore that spoke of a fun night, and it all rushed back to me. I was in that Viking’s bed. Naked.
I scrambled for my clothes, feeling shy. I had been confident yesterday, set on doing something crazy and I had pulled it off. The Mountain Man had fallen for my seduction. He’d fucked me like I’d wanted him to. And it had been a hell of a ride. Damn, it had been good.
But now, in the light of a new day, I was shy and unsure of myself and terrified that he would come in before I was fully dressed. I couldn’t believe I had suggested I stay over, that I had fallen asleep in the arms of a stranger and slept in bed with him all night.
Naked.
Who the fuck was boring now, Randy?
When I was dressed, I found a mirror and finger combed my hair which looked tousled and sexed. Sex hair.