Chapter 6 Colter
COLTER
I’ve changed out my full leather jacket for the vest with the cut-off sleeves that has the Wild Riders cut on the back. But I’m still sweating like a waterfall as we hike the last stretch of my favorite trail.
Danni’s panting behind me, and the way her chest heaves up and down with the exertion is driving me nuts. I’ve had a hard-on for this woman ever since I found her on the side of my mountain. But seeing her in cutoff jeans and a tank top with perspiration beading on her chest is something else.
My dick pushes uncomfortably against my jeans, and if she keeps making those panting noises, I might just lose it in my boxers like a teenager.
The trail crests the hill and evens out to a flat area. I take a side path that’s hidden between the pine trees and undergrowth and leads to my favorite spot. The path winds through scrub before opening out to a rocky pool at the base of a small waterfall.
“You want to rest here?”
Danni nods gratefully as she leans against an enormous boulder. I shrug off the backpack and hand her a water bottle. She tilts her neck back and guzzles the water, letting some of it trickle down her throat.
Christ. My cock twitches. I fight an urge to run my tongue up her throat and lap up every bead of water and sweat. I have to turn away to stop myself from acting on my instincts. Today is supposed to be about her wants, not mine.
Danni finishes her drink, and as she lowers the water bottle, she takes in her surroundings for the first time. Her eyes widen at the view.
This rocky pool is Wild Heart Mountain’s best kept secret.
The pool is nestled among a thicket of trees that shield it from the main path.
The waterfall is only a trickle in summer, making it less visited than some of the bigger ones.
And the other edge of the rocky pool looks out over the tree-covered valley.
The town of Wild is far below, barely a blip amongst a sea of green.
This is the lesser populated part of the mountain dominated by the tall pines grown commercially to supply the Wild Sawmill.
Most residents live over on the other side of the mountain near Hope.
The Wild side of Wild Heart Mountain is, well, wilder.
An untamed wilderness free of resorts and ski hills and the tourists that come with them.
“It’s beautiful.”
My eyes are still on Danni. “Sure is.”
She glances at me quickly, and I don’t look away. I can’t hide my attraction to her. She fans herself and looks longingly at the water.
“I wish I could jump in and cool off.”
“Why don’t you?”
She frowns at me as if I’ve grown two heads. “I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”
“Who needs a swimsuit?”
Her mouth pops open as she gets my meaning. “You mean…skinny dip?”
I sure as hell do.
I keep eye contact with her as I slide off my vest and peel off the t-shirt underneath. My muscles are firm from the labor I do around the cabin, and I catch Danni staring at them. Her gaze is hungry, and I wish she’d come over here and take a bite.
“You can’t be serious?” She looks alarmed even as her gaze rakes over my body.
She’s a city girl all right and obviously used to doing the right thing. I’m dying for her to cast off her inhibitions and let herself free.
“Why not? You want to go for a swim, what’s stopping you? It’s your day, remember Danni? Your choice.”
She glances around furtively. “What if someone comes along?”
I shrug. “Who cares. You want to cool off, or you want to worry about what strangers think?”
I turn around before I slide my jeans off so she doesn’t see my dick causing a tent in my underwear. The water is cool on my overheated skin as I step into the pool. I duck my head as I push off from the side, letting the water swirl over me.
When I come up, Danni’s standing by the far side of the pool looking uncertain.
“It’s refreshing.”
“Refreshing. That means freezing cold, right?”
I shake my head. “The sun’s warmed it up. It’s nice.”
I turn away, hoping the privacy will give her the confidence she needs. I’m not wrong. The sound of clothes sliding off her body makes my dick convulse, and a few moments later I hear her slip into the pool.
When I turn around, only her head and shoulders are visible. A bright pink bra strap with lace details runs over her shoulder, and her breasts bob just below the surface. So tantalizing.
“See, not cold.”
“It’s lovely.” She paddles around the pool before moving to the edge that looks out over the valley. She rests her elbows on the edge of the pool and turns back toward me.
“What do you like most about living on the mountain?”
I tread water in the middle of the pool, loving the sight of the sunlight bouncing off her hair.
“The privacy.”
“Oh.” Her face falls. “Sorry, you’ve been so kind to me and here I am taking up your day. You probably want to be left alone.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I swim over to her before she can exit the pool and plant my hands on the rocks to either side of her.
“I like showing you around.”
We’re so close our noses are almost touching. She smells like the strawberry lip gloss she’s always got smeared on her plump lips.
Her eyes dart to my lips, and I know she wants me to kiss her. But we’re playing a game, and I want to make her ask.
“What do you want, Danni?”
My voice comes out husky with desire. A ripple of current makes me lose my footing and my body bumps into her, causing my dick to graze her stomach.
She gasps and her eyes go wide, desire pooling in their depths.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
She licks her lips. “I want to kiss you.”
Her voice is breathless and needy, and she bites her lower lip as if I might refuse.
“As you wish.”
I don’t give her any old kiss. This thing has been building between us ever since I picked her up on the side of the mountain. When I press my mouth to hers, it’s slow. Her lips part, and we explore each other. My tongue darts into her mouth and I taste her strawberry lip gloss, sticky on my lips.
When we come up for air, her eyes are hooded with desire.
My hand hovers in the water, the current pushing my knuckles so they brush up against her breast.
“What do you want, Princess?”
“I don’t know.”
I let my finger graze her nipple, and she takes in a sharp intake of breath.
“Tell me what you want.”
She hesitates, worrying her bottom lip. “I want you to touch me.”
“You want to be touched?”
My fingers trail down her throat, brushing her neck as she tilts it back.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Tell me where. Where do you want to be touched?”
“My…”
“Your neck?”
My fingers trail behind her ear, making her shudder as I find her erogenous zone.
“Touch my…”
She can’t find the words, and her face is exquisite torture. I’m not going to make it easy for her. I like the sound of the need in her voice too much.
“Your shoulder?” My hands run over her shoulders and I slip my finger under one of the pink bra straps, letting it slide off her shoulder and down her arm. My fingertips trail over the exposed pale skin of the well of her chest.
“Touch my…”
I love the fact that my girl is too shy to say the words. I’ll give her a little bit, but she has to ask for what she really wants.
“Touch your breasts?”
As I say it, my hand slides under her bra. Danni gasps as I graze her nipple. It pebbles under my touch, and I roll the hard peak around on my fingertips.
“You like that, Princess?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
I explore her breasts as I kiss her neck and lips. She squirms against me, our bodies bumping against each other in the water.
“Is there something else you want me to touch?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Say it, Princess. Ask for it like a good girl.”
Her eyes flicker open, and the look she gives me is pure lust. Holy fuck, I think I’ve hit on something.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
She nods vigorously. “Yes, Colter. I am.”
Well shit. My girl likes to be praised.
“Then tell me what you want like a good girl.”
“I want you to touch…”
She trails off again and I slide my hand up her thigh, enjoying the way she leans into the touch, shuddering against me.
“Ask for it, Danni. What do you want?”
“I want you to touch my… pussy.”
There it is. The breathless way she says it has pre-cum squirting out of me. I’m so hard for this woman I might lose it.
“Good girl.”
As I praise her, my hand slides over the wet gusset of her panties. Even in the water, I feel her heat. She moans at my touch. It’s good, but I want to give her more.
My thumbs hook over her panties, and I slide them off her legs. She gasps in surprise.
“You want me to stop?”
Danni shakes her head. “No.”
“Good, because this is your day, Princess. I’m going to give you everything you need.”
I slide her panties off her feet and chuck them on the rock behind her.
My hands grip her hips and I stroke her thighs, making my way back to her sweet hot spot.
She bites her lower lip, and I know that look now. There’s something she wants but is too afraid to ask for.
“What do you want, Princess?”
She lowers her eyes, embarrassed. I let my palm slide between her legs, loving the way her curly hair feels so soft in the water.
She gasps at the contact as my fingers slide between her folds.
“I want…” She looks at me shyly. “I want you to… to kiss me down there.”
Well fuck, she read my mind. But I’m not letting her get away that easy.
“Say it, Princess. Say the exact words like a good girl.” As I speak, my thumb brushes her clit, and her body convulses like a bolt of electricity has gone through it. My girl’s a live wire, and I can’t wait to have her humming on my tongue.
“I want you to kiss my pussy.”
A grin spreads across my face.
“Good girl.”
There’s a ledge under the water, and I secure my feet there. Then, with my hands around her hips, I lift her out of the water.
Her hands rest on my shoulders as I sit her on the rock ledge before me. Water drips off her thighs as I run my hands over them and gently pry them apart. She opens up for me, exposing her beautiful pink pussy.
For a moment I can’t breathe. Her pink folds drip with water and glisten with her own wetness. Her pearl peeks out shyly, invitingly. She’s beautiful, stunning, and in this moment, all mine.
I kiss her thighs, moving slowly up her legs, enjoying her whimpering noises as my beard scraps against her soft skin.
Her thighs part, and I pull her forward until I fit snugly between her legs.
When I get to her core, the heat emanating off her intensifies as I brush my lips across her pink folds, planting a kiss on her most sensitive area as requested.
She gasps and grips my shoulders tight.
“You want me to just kiss it, or you want me to lick your pussy?”
She squirms, shuffling herself to get closer to me, her inhibitions starting to fall away as she presses her pussy to my mouth.
“Lick it, Colter,” she pants. “Lick my pussy.”
“As you wish.”
My tongue dips to her sticky sweet folds. I taste her, lapping her up hungrily. She’s sweet and fresh, her taste mingling with the mountain river. I lap at her, licking and sucking slowly, enjoying my feast while the sun beats down on the both of us.
My arm hooks her thigh and I sling one leg over my shoulder, opening her up wide. She gasps and moans my name, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
My finger slides into her as my tongue laps her up.
Danni’s moans mingle with the trickle of the waterfall and the birdsong. Her sweet scent gets more potent with her arousal and fills my nostrils, making my dick as hard as the rock she’s sitting on. But my focus is all on Danni. On building her up to a release that she so obviously needs.
Her pussy’s so tight that it pulls on my fingers as I pump her hard. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling my head toward her. Then her body stiffens and she screams my name as she comes, sending a flock of birds cawing into the air.
Her thighs tighten around me and I cling on, pressing my mouth to her core until her body slackens.
She gives a gentle sigh, but I’m not done with her yet. I flick my tongue against her, and she gasps. It’s all the encouragement I need. I don’t make her ask for the second orgasm. I could do this all day, pulling orgasms out of my girl.
I give her three more until her body is spent. Only once she sags back against the rocks do I release her thighs and wipe her juices out of my beard.
Danni leans back on the rocks, her thighs splayed open with pussy juice trailing down them. It’s a beautiful sight, and one I could get used to. I splash water on her thighs, washing her down. She smiles at me, a lazy satisfied smile that goes straight to my heart.
Maybe this old mountain man could get used to having a woman around after all. I told her it was just for the weekend, but now that I’ve had a taste, I’m not sure if that’s still what I want.
I was hurt once before, and I swore I’d never let a woman get close. But when I look at Danni basking in the sun, my heart squeezes painfully. I’ve got a weekend with her, but will that be enough?