Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
CALLIE
“ I ’m clean.” The redheaded mountain man grunts.
“And I’m on the pill,” I whisper. “So, no need for condoms unless they make you feel more comfortable.”
I got on birth control not long after first corresponding with Mack, knowing almost from the beginning—his early letters, his photos, his life story—that somehow, some way, we’d eventually reach this moment.
Mack chuckles. “Would it surprise you if I said I didn’t pack any along on this little jaunt?”
I arch an eyebrow, giggling in a way that sounds oddly sultry because of my pounding heart and fast-paced breathing. “Yes, because everyone knows what skinny dipping really means.”
“Oh really?” he says, cocking his head to the side, his big, rough hands dropping to grip my ass.
“I hope I’m not too heavy for you?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
“Not at all. You’re light as a feather, Shivers.”
His hands squeeze my ass as he steps forward slightly, propping me against one of the boulders beneath the water. “I’m not doing this because you’re heavy, Calliope. I’m doing this so I can free up my hands. Get better acquainted with your mouthwatering curves.”
I’m moments away from losing my virginity. This is the last place I expected to do it. But Mack assured me in his emails that he would take things slowly with me. Cause me the least amount of pain possible. I have to trust the big mountain man knows what he’s doing.
He steps back slightly, putting enough space between us for me to sneak a glance at his thick, massive rod.
The bulbous end is pink and pronounced, and there’s an angry vein running up the side, leading my eyes to more of his vibrant red hair.
His large balls are peppered with it, and he looks pleased when he catches me admiring him.
“You like what you see?” he says darkly.
“I love it,” I whisper, still not sure how this cock disappearing act will work.
What in the hell was nature thinking? I’d have trouble getting my hand closed around it or my lips, let alone my virgin pussy. And as for the length? Goodness! Thankfully, I use a vibrator, so maybe that will help?
“Wait ’til I show you how it works.” He growls, eyes simmering.
I laugh nervously, cheeks glowing. Leaning against the boulder, I strain to maintain my balance as his searing gaze descends to my tits. I wouldn’t be surprised if steam came off my skin with the five-alarm fire in his eyes.
“But first, I need these tits in my mouth,” he exclaims greedily, leaning down and sucking one nipple into his mouth. I gasp as his warm, velvety tongue swirls around my areola.
He sucks me hard, his hands coming up to grip my tits, stroking and massaging them.
His work-hardened thumb slides back and forth over the other nipple as he teases me, nipping me playfully with his teeth and undoing me with his skilled tongue and mouth.
I desperately need to feel his talent in other places.
He changes sides, sucking me hard, to the point of pain, before biting my nipple. I gasp at the hard tease of his teeth on my flesh, my pussy tightening and begging for friction.
Drawing back and holding my tits in his hands, savoring their weight and feel, he exclaims, “These tits are mine. All mine.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I belong to you, and you make me feel so good.” My voice strains over the last few words as waves of pleasure wash over me. He leans in again, tongue circling and lapping at my nipples.
“I can make you feel better,” he says with a naughty grin, eyes searching mine.
I nod. “Yes, please. Make me feel amazing. I trust you completely.”
His eyes darken at the last statement, and his jaw and shoulder muscles relax slightly. “Good,” he says. “You can always trust me.”
My heart pounds behind my ribs as I lean back against the rock, time slowing down to the rhythm of my chest rising and falling and the simmer in his face. Pushing me up higher onto the rock, his eyes go black as he bends my legs, spreading them and sliding one over each shoulder.
I exhale sharply, feeling unsteady, like I might tip into the water. I grasp the boulder with my hands, struggling for a decent grip.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m afraid I’ll slip and tumble into the water.” My eyes dart around nervously. “And I’m worried about people watching us.”
A deep, dark laugh like black-strap molasses answers me. “Maybe in San Francisco. But out here? It’s just you and me with nobody to save you.”
My heart skips, but his flirtatious expression, illuminated in the moonlight, makes it clear he’s only teasing.
Something about this moment feels so forbidden.
Like I’m giving my virginity to a stranger, even though I’ve corresponded with this man for months now and am technically his mail-order bride.
Raising my chin, I say boldly. “Good thing because I don’t want to be saved from you. Or interrupted.”
“Then, let’s work on getting you more comfortable because I need you fully relaxed and ready to give me everything.”
Give me everything? The words feel like a promise, one that sizzles through my body in little tremors.
My needy pussy clenches greedily. He pushes my ass up gently as I scramble backwards on my palms up the rock face, sticking out of the water.
Having my legs over his shoulders gives me something to push off.
But the moment the crab walk ends, I become keenly aware that this man is where no other man has gone before.
Before I finish a shuddering breath, he buries his head in my pussy, and the first sound I make is a high-pitched scream. Never has anything felt so mind-numbingly spectacular. Not making out. Not fingering myself. Not even my vibrator with the bunny ears.
My breath comes out somewhere between a pant and an excited cry.
“Mmm,” he moans against my clit, sending deep vibrations to my needy lower core. “You’re drenched for me, Calliope.”
“Yes, Mack.”
His eyes dart to mine, peeking between my legs. “Mateo, not Mack.” A sour expression captures his grumpy face.
“But I thought I could call you both,” I protest, not sure how I feel about this man’s capricious moods.
“I’ve changed my mind. I never want to hear about that Mack guy again,” he says. “Mateo.” He emphasizes his name, inadvertently exaggerating his slight Hispanic accent. It’s so damn hot.
“Mateo,” I repeat. He speaks of himself in the third person again. This guy is quirky. But red-flag quirky? With his soft, warm lips buried between my legs, I don’t give a damn.
His thick, silky tongue swipes through my folds, and my legs shake, my pussy tightening and pulsing with each pass.
He growls again, burying his face between my legs and eating me out like a starving man.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, and you taste so good.
Damn, Shivers, I love everything about your pussy. ”
“I can shave it if you like,” I offer, just in case what he said in his emails about liking a girl bare still applies. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not for the first time, at least.
“Didn’t you just hear me?” he asks somberly, raising his lips to my inner thigh and biting me.
Biting me!
I gasp, feeling the sting from the unexpected, savage act, though he doesn’t break the flesh. His teeth merely graze over me, a sharp warning that won’t likely bruise. The rough handling does something wild to my pussy. I need him so much I can barely breathe.
“What was that for?” I pant, ready to jump the man and ride his cock.
“To punish you for talking like that. I like you as-is. Everything about you. Don’t change for me or anyone else.”
I nod, blood pulsing with fire. My throat feels thick, my mouth thirsty as hell for more of him.
“And to leave my mark on you,” he adds with a lopsided grin.
“Well, you’ll have to bite harder than that,” I say without thinking, fighting the urge to slap my hand over my lips the moment I hear the words.
“Oh, I will,” he promises with a wink, voice smoldering. “I’ll make sure the whole world knows you’re mine, Shivers.”
The possessive words roll through me like the waves of pleasure that accompany his tongue as his head descends again, his mouth swirling, twirling, and twisting me into heady submission.
My hands glide into his thick, damp red curls, urgently pressing his face against my pussy.
My hips stray towards him, and he chuckles, clearly happy with my show of desire.
His hand comes up, fingers swiping through my drenched folds as his breath hisses against my pussy. Unprecedented tremors of pleasure rock my core. I close my eyes, head lolling back as I see stars.
“So wet, juicy, and all mine.” His thick, rough fingers slide back and forth along my pussy lips, unraveling me. I feel swollen and impossibly tight, the tension ratcheting until I’m sure I’ll explode. “You like it when I play with your lips like this?”
“Yes, Mateo,” I beg. “Please don’t stop. That’s perfect.”
“How about this?” His thick pointer finger slides into me, and he growls again, sounding like a man possessed by a wolf or a bear. Every bit the dangerous predator.
I nod, unprecedented urgency stealing my voice.
“The way you grip my finger, Calliope, so tight. God, I can’t wait to slide into your slick cunt.”
The C-word makes me gasp. Yet, something about the taboo term sets me ablaze. Damn, this man is dangerous.
“I can’t wait, either.” I start to add, “I’ve waited so long for this.” But I catch myself, reluctant to ruin the moment with talk of the past he wants laid to rest.
And truth be told, I can’t focus on anything else with his soft, pliable tongue lapping at my clit and his finger stroking the bundle of nerves at the front of my channel. My breath comes in fast-paced pants, more shuffling in and out of my mouth haphazardly than following a particular pattern.
He adds a second finger, the stretch painful in the most delicious way. “Yes,” I urge. I need even more of him, discomfort be damned.
“I’m going to ride you hard, Calliope. Make you scratch my back and scream my name.”