7. Climb Him
CLIMB HIM
JO
Ifollow the trail up the hill until I come to a sheer rock wall.
“What do you want me to do now?” I ask.
The rocks change and reshape until there’s a face in the surface before me, an obvious nose and mouth and eyes staring at me. It’s the same handsome elfin face that I saw before.
“This is the fastest way to the top. Don’t you enjoy climbing?” The mountain asks.
“I guess I do.” I admit.
The cliff looks like about a 30ft climb, but pretty easy, no overhangs to avoid, plenty of grips. It’s probably a 5 or a 5+. It’s the kind of climb I would enjoy but would normally use a belay.
That doesn’t seem like it’s going to be possible this time.
“I guess I climb.” I say, pulling my chalk out of my bag. I’m dying no matter what, so if I fall and break my leg, I won’t be suffering for long.
I find a couple handholds that are the right height, while I look up, plotting my path.
The earth shutters under my grip. I pause, barely a foot off the ground.
“Well, I don’t know if I can climb under these conditions.” I admit.
“I am sorry. But when you touch me, sometimes I can’t contain myself.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, my darling Jo. Your hands upon me arouses something I’ve ever felt in my long existence. Before you there was only dark numbness. The tender caress of your grip is so immensely pleasurable that is is almost enough to make me lose myself in ways I didn’t think were possible.”
“You are saying…you get turned-on when I touch you?”
“It makes me want to be an even taller mountain.” The ground rumbles beneath me. It sends pleasant rhythmic vibrations through my whole body.
“I guess it’s going to be an interesting climb.
” I can’t help feeling a little flattered.
I pull myself up a few more feet, finding the perfect balance and movement between his impassioned quivering.
The feeling of him in my already aroused state isn’t unwelcome at all.
Several feet in the air I suddenly find myself pausing, clinging to the wall, legs spread wide, whole body pushed flat and hard against the rough rock face.
There’s one more toe curling shiver under me.
This time it hits a certain part of my body.
My fingers loosen and tighten. I might lose control myself.
Shit, I’m equally far from the top and the ground. There’s no going back. I’m going to have to hold on.
“Are you alright?” Mitchell asks.
I’m sure he doesn’t mean to, but the rumbling of his voice is just hard enough that my hands suddenly feel weak, and my distracted foot slips.
But I’m caught by a thick shaft between my legs.