Chapter 6
Maya
I’m soo comfortable. I swear my entire body is resting on a cloud. I let off a luxurious yawn and stretch. But this doesn’t feel like anywhere I’ve slept before.
Where am I?
My eyes snap open. I take in a sloping wooden ceiling, a wooden wall. A rustic window revealing a dark sky.
I jerk upright.
I’m in Forge’s bed.
It all rushes back to me. His tongue. Down there. Licking me like he couldn’t get enough of me. Then something amazing happened. Like fireworks, and rainbows and volcanic eruptions. All rolled into one.
And then… I fell asleep on him?
That bit I don’t remember, at all. Sure hope I didn’t do something embarrassing.
Half the comforter is underneath me, while the other half is on top of me, all tucked around me. Did he do that?
I slip out of the bed and pad across the cabin, looking for him.
He’s not there, but there’s a huge laptop on the table, glowing with a screensaver of a motorcycle. I tiptoe over. It’s his motorcycle, and he’s astride it, looking all sexy and forbidding. I’m real glad he’s alone in the photo, and there’s no ex-girlfriend or whatever riding on the passenger seat.
The oven is switched on, too, but it’s empty. Strange. The bathroom isn’t occupied, either.
Panic ignites in my chest.
Has something happened to him? Did someone follow us all the way out here, somehow?
I run to the door of the cabin, yank it open and burst out onto the deck. It’s real dark. I can’t see Forge anywhere. Can’t see much of anything.
I rush to the grass at the end of the deck. “Forge!” I yell, my heart pounding.
Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet disappears. Something’s wrong. I’m walking on air.
Shit. I try to turn, dive back onto land, but it’s too late.
I’m falling, falling.
Splash!
I’m in ice-cold water. Aghh! The shock drags a scream from my lungs. I can swim, but long grasses tangle around my legs and I can’t see anything. “Help!” I yell out. My limbs are thrashing and I’m breathing way too fast. The darkness intensifies. I get light-headed. I’m going to pass out—
A strong pair of arms wraps around me from behind. Holds me tight.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Maya. I’ve got you.” Forge’s voice is low and soft in my ear. “I’ve got you.” He turns me around in his arms, so I’m facing him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging tight. Then a sob breaks out of me.
“Hush, you’re safe now,” he croons in that gravelly voice of his.
Safe. In his arms. I feel his big chest rising and falling in time with his breaths, the strong, slow beat of his heart.
At last, I quit hyperventilating. “I’m sorry,” I whimper.
“It’s fine. I caught you. That’s what matters. But what happened?”
“I woke up. You weren’t there, and I was scared something had happened. I ran outside, and I slipped—” I sniffle, mortified by what a giant idiot I was.
He takes a big breath, and I feel it catch as he exhales. “You need to be careful, Maya. It’s real dark out here and you’re probably not used to it. But you don’t need to worry about anything happening to me. I’m a tough old wolf and I’m here to protect you.”
Protect me.
His words are like honey, flowing into my ears. And despite the freezing water, I realize I’m perfectly warm in his embrace.
“W-where were you?” I blurt out.
“Just swimming. When I heard a flying fish taking a leap into the water.”
I gulp out a laugh.
“Come on, let’s get you inside.” He swims me over to the deck and he lifts me onto it. Then he pulls himself out.
And my mouth falls open for the second time today.
Because he’s naked, of course. And there’s just enough light showing from the cabin for me to take in his magnificent, tattooed body.
Huge, muscular arms, his thick waist, six-pack abs, massive thighs, and the cock that hangs like a fire hose between them.
I’m too stunned at the sight of him to remember my manners and I gawk unashamedly.
At the sight of his cock, my pussy begins to tingle again.
Which is crazy, because it’s far too big for me. There’s no way it would fit inside me.
If Forge notices my reaction, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he reaches for me, helps me to my feet. “Shower, then dinner,” he says, in a soft tone.
I feel limp, knocked sideways as I let him lead me inside and into the bathroom.
In a place this rustic, I was prepared for the shower to be no more than a pipe coming out of the wall, but there’s a new-looking showerhead, and when Forge stretches past me and turns it on, the water gushes out nice and strong.
The bathroom light is bright, and I don’t know where to look. Up, and I’m staring into his eyes, which have turned such an intense shade of emerald, they’re dazzling. Down, and there’s his massive cock. Not just hanging as it was a moment ago, but jutting out, and somehow even bigger than before.
He guides me into the shower, and ohh… he’s coming in, too.
It’s a small space, and he’s so close to me, I can hardly breathe.
I stand, frozen with a mixture of shock and desire, while he grabs a bottle of shower gel and squeezes it into his palm.
Then he begins to rub it all over my body.
Oh my god, I’m dead.
Forge’s huge, work-roughened hands, slick with shower gel, are running all over my arms, my shoulders, the back of my neck.
“Sorry, it’s a guy’s one,” he says of the fragrance.
“I like it,” I say. And I do, because it smells of him.
He instructs me to turn around while he washes my back.
He kneads gently, working away at all those knots I’ve gathered in the past few days while I’ve been walking around Perdue Town.
He moves down to my ass, rubbing my cheeks in gentle circles.
Then he turns me back to him and soaps up my breasts.
I bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering or moaning as his hands slide all over them, paying special attention to my nipples, instantly turning them to hard little beads.
Another blob of shower gel in his hand, and he crouches down and works at my legs, from my feet to my calves, then all the way up my thighs. He keeps edging toward my pussy, then slipping away at the last moment. The anticipation is driving me crazy.
Is he avoiding touching me there? Or is he teasing me?
If it’s the latter, it’s sure working. Before long, I’m about ready to beg.
Suddenly, his hand glides up all the way up.
His big fingers rub back and forth along my labia, before slipping between them and sliding up to my clit.
Then his other hand slithers between my ass cheeks and rubs up and down my cleft.
Wow, I had no idea how sensitive that part could feel.
When his fingertip circles around my little hole, I almost levitate.
Too soon, he pulls away and straightens up again.
Then he takes the showerhead from the holder and brings it close, carefully rinsing all the soap away.
The touch of his hand, then the jet of water on my delicate areas.
What a mind-blowing combination. I feel myself getting wet again—a different kind of wetness from the water, though.
Slicker, more slippery, my body’s way of getting itself ready for his cock—
No. Not possible. I might be naked with Forge right now; he may have licked my pussy and made me orgasm for the first time in my life. But I cannot mate him. I have to keep my promise to my mom.
He grabs another bottle from the shower shelf—shampoo. He squeezes it directly onto my hair, and then he starts to lather it up. Those massive fingertips are surprisingly gentle as they work all over my head.
He’s been acting so casual so far, like he does this kind of thing every day.
Nothing unusual about washing a stranger in the shower, when you’re both naked.
But when I dare look down, in the direction of his cock, I bite back a gasp.
Because it’s no longer just jutting out— it’s pointing upward, and it’s even bigger than before.
It looks swollen and rock-hard. I’ve never seen a man’s cock before, and I can’t help staring at it, fascinated.
It’s kinda beautiful to look at, like it’s been sculpted out of marble or something.
At the end, is a little slit, and there’s a drop of liquid leaking from it.
While Forge is busy with my hair, I can’t resist reaching out and touching it.
His whole body jerks, and the growl that bursts from his lips makes me jump.
“Maya—” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“You keep doing that and I’m gonna lose control of myself.”
Guess I should let go.
But I don’t.
Instead, I wrap my hand around his swollen shaft, and slide it up and down. He gives a muted growl. Then he dips his head and kisses me hard. Our wet mouths crash together, hungrily. He squeezes my tits while I keep stroking his cock. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I let his reactions guide me.
“Fuck, Maya,” he mutters, in between kisses. “You feel so good.”
I go faster, harder, jerking him off as he groans and thrusts into my hand.
Suddenly, he lets off a roar and a stream of hot, white liquid bursts from his cock and shoots all over my tits. Instinctively, I keep working his cock, until three, four ejaculations coat me with his seed.
He rubs it all over my tits. “You’re an angel,” he mutters, his voice hoarse.
“Now, lean back against the wall and spread your legs.”
I do as he tells me, too aroused to feel shy. My clit aches like crazy for his touch, and I can feel my wetness sliding down my thighs.
He cups my pussy with his hand again. “Come for me,” he growls in my ear, his fingers working back and forth.
“I want to feel you come on my hand.” His other hand stays on my tits, pinching at my nipples. So good. So intense. In seconds, I explode again with a cry, my eyes flickering closed.
When I open them again, he’s reaching for the showerhead. He rinses me off, then I try to help wash him, but he’s too quick for me, his huge hands soaping himself up at lightning speed. Instead, I grab the shower head and horse around with it, trying to splash him in the face.
“Maya!” he says sternly, but I don’t quit, and by the time he’s managed to wrestle it from my grasp, we’re both laughing helplessly, our wet bodies clinging together. My heart gives a little jump at this unexpectedly playful side to him.
He grabs the towel that’s hanging on the back of the bathroom door and wraps it around me.
“Stay right there,” he tells me. “I’m gonna put the pizza in the oven.”
He’s back in a moment, helping me step out of the shower.
He brings me into the cabin, beside the bed, and insists on drying me from head to toe.
I’m not used to this. I guess my mom took care of me like that when I was a little kid, but I don’t remember it.
I was in charge of washing and dressing myself from a very young age.
The way he’s tending to me makes me feel soft and tingly and kind of overwhelmed.
When I’m dried off to his satisfaction, he takes the towel and twists it on top of my head.
I can tell he’s never done this before. I try to help him, giggling, but he grunts and bats me away until he’s figured out the technique for creating a little turban.
I’m a little self-conscious at standing there naked in front of him, and my hands rise to cover my body.
With a low growl, he encircles my wrists and draws them away. “No need to hide yourself from me, Maya. You’ve got such a beautiful body.”
Slowly, I let my hands fall to my sides. A less shy part of me kind of likes being naked around him. He’s already seen every part of me, touched every part of me.
I try to relax, to not to be embarrassed that he can see everything I’ve got.
“You have some clothes in that backpack of yours?” he asks.
“Yeah—oh, but not clean ones.” I’d forgotten I’m down to my last cleanish outfit today. I was planning to look for a laundromat when I’d done traipsing around Perdue Town.
“Might have a shirt you can wear.” He goes to a cupboard and rummages around, before pulling out fresh white T-shirt. He shakes it out and holds it against my body. “That’ll work. Guess it’ll be like a dress on you.”
I take it and pull it over my head gratefully.
It comes halfway down to my knees, and the shoulders and arms are huge, but I love the freshly laundered smell of it.
And I love the way it’s all soft and worn, like it’s been on Forge’s body a ton of times.
He nods approvingly. Then he removes the towel from his waist and pulls on a pair of shorts.
I hunt around for the bright pink panties Forge stripped off me several hours earlier. At last, I locate them down the side of the bed. But they’re soaking wet, completely drenched with my arousal. There’s no way I can put them on again. Oh well, guess I’ll have to go pantie-less.
“Give me your dirty clothes,” Forge instructs me. “There’s a washing machine out the back.”
“No, let me,” I insist. I’m not about to let him handle my dirty smalls.
He turns very serious. “Maya, it’s dark out there. I don’t want a repeat of earlier. Give me the clothes.”
There’s a little twinge between my thighs. His bossiness is too hot. Trying to keep the smile from showing on my face, I hand over my backpack into which my dirty clothes have been stuffed haphazardly.
He shakes his head. “That’s no way to keep your belongings.”
“I know. I just had… other stuff on my mind,” I finish lamely.
He frowns. “I understand that. But from now on, you will keep your possessions nice and tidy. Show them some respect.” And with that, he strides out of the cabin.
My stomach flips, and I think I’ve just fallen for him a little bit more.