CHAPTER SIX
CORA
Silence cocooned around me in a cold sluice. The interruption of static and chatter, even within my own head, lasted a full second, nothing more. Bode’s hand, unseen, wrapped around mine, pulling me deeper. I crashed against his chest, my body pressed flush to his.
If I thought I’d been drenched before, I had nothing on right now.
Every inch of my clothing was wet through to the inner parts.
A violent tremor wracked me as Bode Hunter gazed down with those same unchanging eyes that brooked no argument.
Even so, I had the sense that he was pleased I stood before him.
Heat from his oversized body eked into mine, whittling away like the water that washed over us, cleansing in its endless downpour.
Neither of us spoke. I didn’t think we’d be able to hear one another beneath the endless roar, or end up drinking everything above us.
Still, he leaned down and rested his forehead gently against mine.
Warmth seared me at every point of contact: where his brow touched mine, where our noses grazed. Thighs grazing, bellies pressed together. Our fingers brushed as I swayed on the spot, though he stood still, unmovable as the mountain itself.
Bode’s hands wrapped around mine, warm and secure anchors in a deluge of overwhelm.
You’re safe here.
Let go.
So I did.
When he tugged the drenched hem of my single top upward, baring my stomach without breaking our locked gaze, I let him.
He peeled the material over my body with exquisite care, but never pulled back.
If we had been anywhere else, I knew his breath would have brushed over my skin, but here, the water washed it away before I could feel its heat, stealing that first, intimate kiss.
His lips never contacted mine. Not when he reached around to unhook my bra, running his fingers under the straps that had added to my skin with sweat and sunscreen, or where he traced over my ribs and along my sides as icy mountain water cascaded over my breasts, washing away days of hiking, the pilgrimage I'd undertaken to reach him, baptising me in his own way.
Callused thumbs traced patterns across my hips as they worked their way forward. His touch never rushed as he found the button at the front of my cargos, worked the zip there. Bode peeled those down too, pushing until the tight material gave enough to puddle at my feet.
Most of the time I forgot to breathe, sucking in chill air enough to keep my mind from fritzing out, my eyes locked on his dark gaze that never wavered. This man was intoxicating, his attention hypnotic. I couldn't walk away from him if I tried, and I swore breathing near him was actually optional.
Strong, rough hands closed around my hips. He lifted me off my feet. My wet clothing dropped away, leaving me only in my panties which had long passed their usefulness. I flicked at the sides but as he slid me along his body, one hand gripped the back and tore.
The single, violent motion left me without thought. Without anything useful as Bode’s mouth finally came down hard on mine and obscured everything.
The world, the cavern. The water.
All that existed was him.
And I fell.
That was okay, because he caught me. Held me to him in a firm embrace as his mouth pressed mine open, enough for his tongue to swipe across my bottom lip, seeking entry.
My moan—of need, desperation, everything building and building to a crescendo I wasn't sure I could match—sank between us into a pocket of air scented like him that I drowned in.
Bode never let me go through his slow, deep kisses.
His fingers gripped mine, wrapping them around his granite length.
I whimpered into his mouth, salivating at the size of him.
Everything about him was in perfect proportion.
Huge, and impossible but perfect all the same.
I stroked him, letting his warmth fill my hands, getting used to the size of him.
Heat bloomed between my legs, a burn that not even the icy deluge could extinguish.
He held me close, not letting the tumbling drops sweep me away.
Not even when my knees dipped, intent as I was on worshipping him with my mouth.
I needed his hands pulling at my hair as he guided me, taught me to please him, the bruises I'd earn on my knees.
My mewl became a frustrated sound he smothered with his tongue thrust deep.
Fluid gushed low and hot between my thighs as he lifted me instead right over him.
My sounds mingled with his growl as he seated me over his length, notched at my soaked entrance.
One fist wrapped around himself, he worked his cockhead there, teasing us both as I wriggled in place for him, panting into his mouth until no breath remained.
My nails scored new tattoos over his skin as he moved with me, finding a teasing rhythm as I worked myself into a frenzy—
And he dropped me onto his length, letting my weight and dripping need impale myself on the top of his thick length.
My scream reverberated around the cavern.
Pleasure and shock bounced back at me, my own voice fractured into a thousand different versions of myself as Bode pushed me deeper onto his cock.
I stretched around him, taking what he needed from me with little resistance, aided by the gush he’d created with his deep kisses earlier.
His mouth clamped back over mine, stealing every sound from then until the only ones left were the fading echoes of my first cry as I sank to the root of him, muscles fluttering and clamping at the invading presence that I needed more than the breath he wouldn't let me take.
The hands gripping my hips squeezed as he leaned back, bracing my weight. Then Bode moved.
Nothing like his slower kisses from before.
This was the violent man who tore my panties from my legs minutes ago with zero hesitation.
His hold tightened as he railed into me.
Cords stood out on his neck, arms braced as tight as his legs beneath us.
Everything I saw was viewed through a distant haze the moment he withdrew to slam back home in a flurry of movement that left me aching.
Pleasure tore through me in an overwhelm of everything far too sensitive to absorb.
Suddenly, the needle sharp icy water droplets were the softest points of contact about our chosen environment.
A wail built in me, but Bode was ready, crushing our mouths together, determined to secrete away every sound I made after letting that first scream rip free.
I came on his cock, coating his tongue and his cock with my bliss at the same time.
Thick arms banded around me, crushing me to his chest as he refused to let up, powering through my orgasm.
I tried to kiss him back but I couldn't focus on anything.
One wave of insanity rolled into the next and it was all I could do to cling to his slippery shoulders and not fall off the edge of existence.
Finally, I succumbed to what he wanted: hold onto him, let him kiss me and fuck me the way he desired and just…
Let go.
Fall.
Finally, I got it.
I stopped fighting against what he did, stopped trying to push and. Let. Him. Fuck. Me.
Bode growled low, the deep sound originating in his chest. The rumble darkened, like thunderheads in the valley beyond, and I swore the mountain reverberated with the sound.
I clung to him, trusting him to hold us up as he roared my name.
My mountain man slammed hilt deep as he came, flooding my insides with warmth.
My eyes drifted shut as I rested my cheek against the hollow of his shoulder, tasting fresh mountain water and salt where the mix of his flavours swirled across my cheeks and onto my tongue. I drank him in, lapping at his skin as he panted, crushing me to his body.
Bode lifted my chin in a firm grip, tipping my head back as he walked us backward, out of the water. My butt planted on smooth rock still inside the spray, away from the falling water, facing the falls when I managed to crack my eyes open.
He never spoke as he laid me back onto the smoothed rock. I stared up at the cataclysm as he parted my legs on the curved rock ledge, the granite worn away by who knew how many days and years of the spray flowing over its hard surface to gentle the edges.
I sighed, letting him nestle between my legs, jerking when his tongue, hot compared to the water’s cold kiss, touched my battered folds. I slammed my hand over my mouth, knowing he craved my silence now, in this place.
His altar of serenity.
I sank my teeth into my knuckles as Bode lapped at my drenched cunt, licking both of our fluids from my flesh.
His hands kept my legs apart as he worked, sucking and cleaning, until I gushed for him fresh and hot and needy.
Then his growls began again. His beard rubbed against tender flesh as I writhed, but he braced strong forearms over my thighs, holding me flat in place.
I moaned into my cupped hands, biting my knuckles when his tongue grazed over my swollen clit, leaving me twitching and aching for more of him.
I mumbled at him behind my hands, begging and keeping my wishes to myself, but he made them all come true anyway.
Bode sucked on my clit, gentle at first, then faster, flicking the tip of the tortured bud with a rough, too-fast rhythm until I screamed—loud and long and uncontrolled as I came for him.
Two fingers slammed deep inside me, fingers belonging to the man with the monster cock that stretched me before.
My body protested even as my pussy clamped down on him, sending fresh shock waves that refused to let my orgasm end. I rode the waves as he pumped his hand hard, my body bearing down on his palm. Sweat broke over my breasts, beading and dripping as I rolled my hips in time with his touch.
And the whole time he watched me, dark eyes intense and unyielding.
I came on a cry, having long given up trying to hide my pleasure from him or this place. Those fingers flicked deep inside me and I rode that new wave, too. Bode waited until my hips stopped jerking, and I stilled, panting. Then he climbed my body, straddling my face and slid a hand behind my head.
His cock pressed my lips, hard and engorged. Exhausted but needy still, I pressed my sticky thighs together, lifting my head, grateful when he added his support, and sucked on the tip of his cock.
The velvet head with its hard, mushroom shape might be my favorite thing in the world.
I could suck that all day when he stared down at me as he did, cobalt eyes hooded.
One hand directed his cock down to me, the other massaged my nape as he held me in place so I wouldn't strain my neck. I opened my mouth, taking him deeper.
My body shook with the strain, but I wanted to please him.
Again, he took my weight, lifting me with ease so I could swallow him.
My legs parted as I squeezed his thighs, my empty pussy aching.
One corner of his mouth quirked upward as though he knew what I needed.
The hand gripping his cock let go, and he leaned back to reach between my legs, toying with me from the outside.
Not penetrating me, but worse. So much worse.
Just teasing, playing around the edges of my entrance, getting me nice and slick and messy.
I mewled, humping uselessly at his hand as he watched me pant and suck and lick at him, straining to take what I could of him from this angle, which wasn't much. But I did try to give him pleasure, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue around the swollen tip.
He growled when I flicked my tongue beneath the head and ran my lips along the underside. The hand playing with me disappeared to wrap back around his length. He leaned back a few inches to where I couldn’t suck him anymore.
I frowned, missing the contact twice over as he worked his hand in a blur, his other still locked about the back of my neck.
His fingers massaged there in languid circles, leaving me boneless and moaning.
His breath came shorter, and he came on a low growl, ropes of white cum stringing across my breasts, painting my flesh and marking me as his.
I panted beneath him despite that he had done the work as he gazed down at me possessively. Thick fingers reached out to swirl through his cum, striping my breasts, teasing my nipples until I was a hot mess beneath him again. Then he brought his fingers to my lips as an offering.
I leaned forward, my body shivering with the simple strain, and sucked his fingers clean without thought.
“Beautiful, Cora. So perfect.”
I smiled, leaning back onto the smooth rock, and closed my eyes.
Today had been perfect. Bode was right. Nothing what I ever expected, but perfect all the same.
Some indeterminable time later after he’d taken me again, slower this time, Bode scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the house.
Not along the ledge that I'd walked down before, the one where I’d worried I would fall off the world from, but up a set of roughhewn stairs he’d cut into the inside of the mountain himself.
I didn’t object at all, letting him hold me, our wet clothes bundled in my arms. Let him carry me to his shower, and experience hot water, then a hard but warm bed that also suited the man for both its density and its size.
Both were also perfect, all the things I learned about Bode Hunter in this place.
The man who let me in, even when he told me he didn’t want me to stay. The man who was so much more than the art he carved when that was all I’d hiked into his space for. So much more than just a job.
I curled against his chest that night, listened to the slow heartbeat of the mountain man who thought the world had forsaken him, but who had never been forgotten.