His Big Pipe (Deepwood Mountain)

4. Talia

CHAPTER 4

I throw a wrap over my pajamas and tiptoe down the hall to the kitchen.

I can’t sleep. My mind is on overload…as well as my body.

Sully and his big, rugged self keeps barging into my thoughts, demanding food, and other more carnal things. And I thoroughly enjoy giving him what he wants. Dumplings and more.

I must be losing it.

This inn is driving me crazy. Because even if Sully fixes the plumbing, I worry I won’t be able to keep it for long.

Why do I have to be like this? So impulsive? Jumping into things without looking back.

I search Sully’s pantry for tea, but all the man seems to have is coffee and liquor. Warm milk will have to do.

As it heats on the stove, I think back to how much Sully loved my cooking. He was completely absorbed in the food. It filled my heart with pride and maybe a little longing. It had been a while since a man had made me feel this way. Needed. Wanted. If only for my cooking.

And after dinner, when we sat outside and did the crossword puzzle together, I felt at home. To be honest, I feel right at home in this kitchen, too. There’s just something about this place—and Sully—that makes my heart happy.

I clean up and take my milk down the hall when I hear my name.

“Talia…”

I freeze, stunned at how desperate it sounds.

Sully says it again and I creep over to his bedroom door.

The door’s ajar and I hold my breath as I peek in.

The sight is one I’ll never forget.

There in a perfect shaft of moonlight, is Sully’s muscled, naked body, writhing on top of his sheets. And in his meaty palm is his thick, hard cock.

Holy shit.

If I wasn’t so frightened of being found out, I’d come right here.

Instead, I try not to breathe too loudly.

Watching him pleasure himself is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Especially when I know he’s thinking of me.

Damn, I want to touch myself.

He’s pumping his cock so achingly slow, his eyes shut in ecstacy. It’s maddening.

“God…” he whispers, and I can’t help it. I press my back against the wall and slide down to the floor. Pushing my cup of milk to the side, I dive into my flooded panties.

I rub my wet and swollen pussy, obsessed with his ragged breathing and soft whispers.

I press my head back and bite my lip, as Sully moans like no one's listening. As his sounds speed up, I match his rhythm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groans, and I’m right there with him.

He grunts, exploding into a muffled roar, and I’m sure he’s got a pillow over his mouth. The bed creaks as I know his body is jerking and convulsing as he shoots his load.

I turn to see if I can catch sight of it, and I watch the last splashes of his seed fly from his massive cock. Oh my…

My orgasm rips through me and I clamp a hand down over my mouth to keep from screaming. Pleasure ignites all over my body and I ride the waves, my eyes screwed shut, pussy throbbing with the aftermath. I’m drunk with it all.

I roll back away from the door to catch my breath.

Creaking, a groan, and the sound of footsteps sober me up quick.

He’s walking toward the door!

I flatten myself as close to the wall as possible, waiting.

Then the door closes with a fast click.

I blow out a breath of relief.

Body still shaky, I grab my milk and get up to walk back to my room.

After that, I won’t need the milk after all.