6. Lyla
6
LYLA
I didn’t know Amos was like this. That he’s a dirty talker who has fantasies that are just as filthy as mine. The thought sends a shudder rolling through me.
“Fuck, yeah.” He nips at the sensitive area where my shoulder and neck meet. “You’re my girl and I’m the man that’s going to corrupt you, do dirty things to you until you’re sobbing and shaking, begging for my cock.”
He circles my clit, playing with my swollen nub. “Gonna make sure you remember me for days after this. You won’t be able to move without feeling my imprint in your tight little pussy.”
I cry out as stars explode behind my eyelids, making my entire body tighten as the orgasm barrels through me. I’ve had a guy make me come before. But nothing like this. Amos owns me, and my body responds to his every touch, his every command.
When I finally stop trembling and open my eyes, he gives me a wicked grin. “Dinner is ready.”
“There’s a bed back there.” I can’t help but point this out, all embarrassment gone. Food is the last thing I want right now. He already gave me one amazing orgasm. I don’t want him to stop. “Besides, you didn’t get your turn.”
“Oh, I plan to take my turn. But you’ll need your strength first.” He winks at me.
My stomach flips at the naughty promise. If I’d only known that moving out here would lead to these delicious orgasms, I would have done it a lot sooner. I didn’t know my mountain man could be so dirty or that I would love it this much.
I follow him to the kitchen, still wrapped in just the threadbare towel. He wraps his hands around my hips, setting me on the counter. He nuzzles his face against my damp hair. “Fuck, I love the way you smell after a shower.”
I put my hands on his shoulders and push him away. “You promised me food.”
“Then a good fucking,” he reminds me as he steps away to the stove. He dishes out the spaghetti and passes me a plate.
“Only good? Are you trying to manage my expectations?” I tease as I accept the plate. I take a bite of the spaghetti, my mouth filling with the thick, chunky tomato sauce and perfect blend of flavors. I let out a groan.
“As you’ll soon learn, I overdeliver. Every. Single. Time.” The heated look in his eyes causes a fresh round of moisture to leak between my thighs. My nipples pebble against the cotton material.
I swallow the bite of my food. I don’t want to kill the mood, but I have to know. Hell, I should have asked it before he was finger-fucking me against the bathroom door. But I was a little preoccupied in that moment. “You don’t have a girl around here, do you?”
He frowns as he twirls a bite of his spaghetti onto his fork. “You think I’d do that to you? Fuck you senseless when I got a woman waiting for me back at my cabin?”
I shake my head. I know he’s not that man. “What I meant was…have you dated a lot of women here?” Amos is one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen and that mountain man thing of his definitely works. I can’t imagine he hasn’t had some opportunities up here in Mount Bliss.
He scowls at me. “I haven’t laid a finger on anybody since you pushed yourself up against me and kissed me, woman.”
My eyes go wide as I realize what he’s saying. “You mean, in four years—you haven’t?”
The slight lift to his mouth tells me he’s amused with the way I keep fumbling this conversation. “Not once. Been too damn horny for you.”
I drop my gaze to my plate, feeling a rush of embarrassment. “Well, that’s good. I guess your expectations will be pretty low, right? Because I’ve never gone all the way. I mean, I’ve done some stuff with past boyfriends, just like—”
The sound of a plate clattering stops me.
Amos is suddenly in front of me. He tips my face up and kisses me. This kiss is different from the one earlier. This one is hard and unyielding, more like he’s trying to possess me and brand me as his.
He only breaks the kiss when I’m panting and desperate for him. He puts his forehead against mine. “You know what I did for a living before this. I don’t need to know the details because the thought of another man getting to watch you come, hell honey. That would unleash the monster in me.”
My heart is pounding, partly from the kiss and partly from nerves. I don’t want him to think I’m silly or na?ve. I want him to see me as a woman. But he has to know this. I need him to understand it. “I never went all the way with anyone because every time, I’d think about you. It’s always been you, the one I wanted between my thighs. The one I wanted to make me cry out.”
He pulls away from me and I risk opening my eyes, bracing myself for what I might see in his gaze. But there’s only lust, raw and animalistic. He looks like a mighty lion right before it pounces.
Then he’s scooping me into his arms, carrying me into the bedroom as our food is forgotten. That’s because it’s time for the real feast.
He sets me on the bed, letting me slide down his big, strong body. A body I can’t wait to know intimately. I grind against his hardness where our hips meet, and he makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. It’s comforting, that he wants me as much as I want him.
I land in the pile of blankets that smell like him. It’s a mixture of leather and Kentucky bourbon, the kind of scent a girl could get addicted to.
“They’re clean,” he says as if what I’m thinking about right now is the cleanliness of his place. “I stay here occasionally when it’s too late to make it back to my cabin.”
“Don’t care.” I peel the towel from my body. I love my curves. I’ve always rocked them, even when I was in high school. But I’m not sure how Amos is going to respond to seeing them.
He cups his cock through his jeans, the single motion erasing my uncertainty. “Fuck, woman. You better be damn glad I never knew those curves were waiting for me. I’d have fucked you right there at your graduation.”
My body is hot all over, my skin too tight. I’ve never felt this way, never wanted a man so badly I was physically aching. “I would have liked that.”
“Lean back and spread those legs. I want to see this pussy I’ve been dreaming about for years.” He’s still towering over me, looking down at my body through a hooded gaze.
I do as he instructs, liking the way it makes me feel naughty to expose myself to him. All of my secrets are laid bare as I stretch out, my wetness and arousal clearly evident to both of us.
A growl of approval is ripped from his throat then he’s dropping down to his knees beside the bed. “Who owns this sweet little pussy?”
I never knew I could get turned on by a filthy mouth, but I know it’s more than that. It’s because Amos is the one saying filthy things to me. “You.”
He spreads my glistening folds, his fingers trailing through my soft curls. “Say it.”
“I just did.”
He looks up from his inspection of my most intimate place. “Say it.”
I finally realize what he’s asking and my cheeks heat. But if I like hearing him say naughty words, maybe he’ll like hearing it from me too. “Amos owns this sweet little pussy.”
“Never forget that.” His gaze darkens and he drops his head.
He runs his tongue along my delicate center, and I buck my hips against his face. He grabs my ass, his strong hands immobilizing me as he continues to lap at me.
With every swipe of his tongue, he growls and snarls. The noises are primal, turning me on almost as much as the sensation of his wet tongue fucking me.
He flicks it across my clit just as he slides two fingers into my aching channel. The combined sensation of him stroking my walls at the same time he’s teasing my swollen nub is overpowering. My body tightens as a flood of pleasure rushes over me.
He keeps eating me, wringing a second orgasm from my body before he finally sits up. His face is coated in a sheen of my juices. Somehow, it makes me even hotter to know it’s my arousal that he’s licking from his lips. He smacks them together. “Sweetest pussy on earth and it’s all mine.”
I thread my fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead. The gesture is probably too intimate, but this is us. Me and Amos. “Let me make you happy now.”
He pulls away from me, mischief sparking in his gaze. “I want your hot little body completely at my mercy.”
I lick my lips, not sure what he’s asking for but knowing instinctively that I want to do it with him. “Show me.”