9. Rock Steady
ROCK STEADY
JO
Ipull myself to the top of the cliff with trembling arms, not from the climb but from the orgasm.
I orgasmed on a rock. Maybe I should be embarrassed to admit it, but I’m not. I had a great time, and the mountain made me come far harder than any man ever has.
“Mitchell?” I ask. Somehow wondering if all of this has been just a really fantastic dream.
“Jo?” His voice rumbles through the wind. “Never before have I known something so wonderful as feeling you.”
“Same, big guy.” I laugh, and then roll to a sitting position.
The view makes me gasp.
It’s gorgeous. Bright green, and rich browns, decorated with the deep russet shadows cast by the craggy mountains themselves, in a rich poetry of color.
I’ve seen views like this too many times to count.
But I still enjoy them every time. It’s the reason I love nature, the reason I keep coming back to places like this over and over.
The reason that I strive so hard to save these places, to educated people about why they are so important.
“You’re beautiful.” I say quietly.
“So are you.” The wind whispers across my shoulder like a secret.
“What else have you got for me?” I ask hopefully. I don’t know what excites me more, the prospect of more orgasms, or just reaching the peak and seeing another perfect view.
The ground trembles, sending more pleasant vibrations through me. Am I going to be able to look at a cliff the same way ever again?
A path to my left peels open between the trees themselves.
Despite being exhausted, I pull myself to my feet and keep following the path. It’s a steep but even this time. Taking me through parts of the mountain I’ve never seen.
Then there’s an opening in the side of the mountain.
I pause.
“You want me to go in there?” I ask.
“It’s the quickest and the easiest route.” Mitchell lets me know. “The fasted way to my top. The place that I most want you to be.”
Exactly who or what I’m talking to doesn’t matter any longer. I’ve decided to trust this voice in the mountain. I may as well follow the trail he’s made me. And find myself entering an unknown temperate cave.
Granted, Mitchell was right to bring me here. It’s gorgeous, filled with bright glittering crystals. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. I run my fingers along the wall. They seem to almost mold beneath my hand, reacting to my touch.
“Jo. I’ve never had anyone inside me before. Never this part of me.” The voice is like an echo from deep in the cave.
“Don’t worry.” I say, running my hand along his silty walls. “I’ll be careful, go slow for your first time.”
His walls shiver.
I hike my bag up higher on my shoulders and move forward.
The cave is one long tunnel that gets tighter and narrower the further I go.
Turning sideways to squeezing my ass through.
The walls quiver around me, almost like they are reaching for me, caressing me when I brush against them.
First, I am enjoying the touches, but the deeper I go, the smaller the space gets.
I am crouching and then crawling through.
“Is this the right way?” I ask.
The walls seem to shiver and that disembodied voice arrives again, coming from all sides.
“You are so close. So very, very close.” Mitchell says. “Jo. I don’t know if you should continue. I don’t know if I can control myself, with you like this.”
“No! Wait, I see the end! I think I can reach it if I just–” I shrug off my bag, shoving it in front of me. Up ahead I can see the end of the tunnel, it’s dozen feet ahead of me. The walls are narrow but I can fit. I’ll be crawling on my stomach, but the path is clear and obvious.
I’m shuffling through a narrow entrance and my hips get caught. I wiggle furiously, and Mitchell shutters around me. But it’s no good, I’m stuck deep in the shuddering mountain.
The tunnel is tight, warm and moist. It wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t stuck. My arms are out of the narrow passage, but the angle just isn’t quite enough for me to pull myself free. Every time I wiggle my ass against the stone walls the mountain seems to shutter and pulse.
“Mitchell” I call tentatively.
“I’m sorry.” His voice trembles, like a man on the edge, and suddenly I realize exactly what he meant when he said he wasn’t sure if he could control himself. His tight grip on my hips starts to feel a little different, more possessive.
“I could try pushing you.” He offers in a wavering voice. The vibrations aren’t unpleasant at all. I know what I need then, I need more of him.
“Yes.” I call back. “Please.”