Searching for the Mountain Man - Page 10

His hands roamed as he kissed, moving first over my back, then my ass cheeks. He then came around and ran his hands up my hips, finally settling on my breasts.

I found it almost impossible to concentrate on the kiss with all the things he was doing to my body. And every nerve ending felt like it was at full attention for the first time ever.

It seemed unfair that he had so many clothes on when I was naked, but there was something sexy about it too. The material of his shirt brushed against my skin as he moved. I slid my hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock once again. And with that, I wasn’t the only one having a hard time concentrating.

Finally, he broke the kiss. “You’re driving me crazy, woman. Turn around.”

I opened my mouth, once again planning to tell him I was a virgin, but the words wouldn’t come out. I was too curious what he planned to do once I turned around. There was nothing nearby for me to lean forward on, which was what I assumed he needed me to do to get the angle necessary to penetrate.

But as I turned, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him, the fabric of his jersey once again reminding me I was naked and he wasn’t. He parted my legs slightly and slid his cock between my thighs. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. The second I sensed he was getting his tip near my entrance, I would blurt it out, but would it be too late?

His hand moved to my pussy. But instead of sliding a finger inside, as I’d done the few times I’d tried, unsuccessfully, to pleasure myself, he focused on an area near the front of it.

I tilted my head back, propping it against his shoulder as he began moving his finger over that small area. I didn’t even know how sensitive that spot was. Tendrils of heat seemed to spread from that part of me through the rest of my body.

“Oh!” I said in surprise as his other hand moved to my breast.

I’d never imagined being touched could feel this good. I hadn’t imagined anything could, actually.

“That’s my girl,” Rob said. Just hearing him refer to me as his girl heated me up even more. “Your pussy’s so wet and tight. I can’t wait to slide my cock inside you.”

A whimper somehow escaped from my throat, even though my lips were clamped shut. As his finger worked its magic, his shaft slid along the lips of my pussy. The combination made me cry out, my voice filling the small space.

I imagined an entire cheerleading squad outside this building, waiting as one of their squad members fucked the quarterback. That fantasy drove me over the edge, my thighs squeezing him as I pulsed around his finger. Only when I stilled in his arms did his finger stop moving.

He backed away, and when I turned, I half feared he’d changed his mind about going further than this. Or maybe he’d never intended to go further than this in the first place.

“Have you done this before?” he asked.

It wasn’t a demand. His features had softened from the grumpy disposition I’d seen earlier. Now all I saw was kindness and that same heat that had been there since we’d arrived. I was safe. I could be honest with him. And that had me blurting out my next words.

“No,” I said. “I’ve never done any of this, including what just happened…with my body. I’m a virgin.”

8

ROB

Say something. I should definitely say something.

Instead, I just stared at the naked woman in front of me, all too aware that my penis was poking out between the shirt and pants. It seemed somehow…obscene now.

“A virgin,” I said, reaching for my underwear. I pulled them up, then reached for the pants. “You’ve never been with a man…at all?”

She shook her head. “Nope. And I know you wanted no-strings-attached sex and all, but I’m ready. I want to lose my virginity to a man who knows what he’s doing.”

No-strings-attached sex. Had I said those words? I was pretty sure I hadn’t. I had told her I wasn’t into relationships, and since we were here right now, it made sense she’d assumed that. But…

Things had changed.

It wasn’t just the short time we’d been in this field house either. No, I’d started feeling something for her from the second we’d met. This wasn’t just a roll in the hay. This was the real deal.

“Please,” she said. “Don’t run.”

In those words, something shifted in me. It was a challenge. All my life, I’d run in the other direction from relationships—not because I didn’t need a woman, but because I was scared.

And I did not run from a challenge. That wasn’t part of my makeup.

“I don’t want to just have sex with you,” I said. “I want more. You, on the other hand, have a career that will take you far away from here. A career you won’t want to give up. That’s a problem.”