11. Aspen
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ASPEN
T his giant mountain man has made me come twice in record time and plans on giving me more pleasure?
Shit. I really died on the mountain, didn’t I?
There’s no way this sexcapade with the hottest man I’ve encountered is my reality. I’m not that lucky. Sex has always been a letdown. And the few dudes I’ve been with are an even bigger letdown.
Ambrose is a dream come true. I always figured I end up with someone more studious and way scrawnier, not a weightlifting hunk who could put a firefighter calendar to shame.
If this is real, it makes no sense.
The man could have his pick of any bombshell beauty, a woman who puts waaay more effort into their overall appearance compared to me. Hell, I don’t even know the difference between concealer and foundation. Brose found me looking like a soaked rat, and I can only imagine what I must look like now after having slept on damp hair.
What does he see in me?
Brose cups my face in his calloused hand, capturing my attention. He stares deep into my eyes as he says in a low and gruff voice, “I see raw, unfiltered beauty when I look at you. I see the forest in your eyes, the rich earth in your hair, the sunshine reflecting off your flawless skin?—”
“Did I speak out loud?!” I blurt, horrified and swooning all at once.
“No, darlin’. I can read you—I see confusion marring your brow as you try to get a read on me. We may not know each other as well as we’d like— yet . But we’re connected. I don’t know how. Don’t ask me to explain it. It’s this deep sense of being right with us, everything fitting into place. All I need to do is look at you to see my future. You’re it—my woman. And I’m going to show you I’m your man.”
Sweet heavens! Brose is saying all the things I’m feeling, but afraid to say out loud. All of this feels surreal. It’s relieving to know it’s not one sided.
Before I can respond with something profound of my own, Brose sits back on his heels and tugs his shirt over his head. He’s all bulky muscles and a lot of them. His chest heaves like the sight of me excites him. And his sweats rest low on his tapered hips, taunting me with his V crevices.
My ovaries are going to release all my eggs with his strip tease. I swear it. If he says or does anything else to showcase his sexy self, I will pounce on him like a fox in heat.
To get a hold of myself, I breathe in deep through my nose, only to be assaulted with his stimulating cedarwood scent. I wonder if the hidden parts of him smell as enticing.
As if Brose can read me as easily as he claims, he shoves his sweats down his muscular thighs. His dick springs free, slapping him on his washboard abdomen with how stiff it is. My eyes instantly zero in on Brose’s package. When I saw him naked in the bathroom earlier, he was an impressive sight. But seeing his massive shaft up close is stupefying.
If ever a penis was beautiful, Brose’s would be the cover model. It’s long, thick, and standing at attention. Pre-cum beads on the slit of his cock, glistening in the dim light of the living room. Sliding down on him would stretch me in all the right places.
I should be ashamed for vulgarly gawking at Brose, eyeing his manhood like it’s an adult playground. But I can’t seem to help myself—the man’s cock deserves to be admired.
All I can think about is what he must taste like, what it must feel like to run my tongue along his girth, to feel him quivering in my mouth...
My mouth waters. It’s not fair he’s tasted me and I haven’t tasted him. I need him in my mouth— now .
Jackknifing upright, my hands grip his hips. Brose is still for a moment, eyeing me curiously with a raised eyebrow as I lean in to run my nose along his length. I moan. He smells so damn good—all masculine musk mixed with cedarwood, only stronger than the rest of him.
Brose tenderly runs his fingers through my hair before cupping the back of my head. “Darlin’, do you need a taste?”
“Yes,” I murmur before running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, where a thick vein runs to the head of his dick.
Gripping my hair, Brose throws his head back. “Ah, fuck, that feels good.”
His praise spurs me on. I’ve never been big on giving head, probably because it’s never reciprocated in kind. However, Brose stood out amongst the rest. He ate me out like I was his favorite meal, like it was a privilege to cater to my needs, and I want to do the same with him.
Wrapping my hand around his girth, I move my hand up and down.
“Tighter,” Brose says, rolling his head forward to watch me play with him. “I like it tighter, like what I imagine your pussy will feel like when I finally sink into you.”
Sweet heavens! My sex clenches with anticipation at the thought of him entering me. I tighten my grip like he requested, continuing to pump him.
“Perfect, darlin’.” Brose juts his hips forward in my face, his cock an inch from my lips. “Now take me into your mouth.”
Opening wide to accommodate his size, I lower my head over his length. I take as much of him in to my mouth as I can handle—I’m not one of those women able to handle gagging. I want to enjoy this foreplay as much as he does.
The moment his length slides over my tongue and I catch his salty flavor, I moan like a needy slut.
“You like sucking my cock, darling?”
I hum my response, bobbing my head up and down his length and drooling down my chin.
Brose watches me intently as I suck him, his mouth parted in a perfect O. He grunts and curses while he slowly shunts his hips forward to match my rhythm. I stare up at him, giving him the eye contact he demands while the ache in my core grows.
Though I have experience, it’s limited. I’m acting on pure instinct, doing what feels right for him and for me as I nip, tongue, and suck on his cock.
When the twinge between my legs grows unbearable, I slip my hand between my legs. My fingers work my clit in tight circles, easing some of my ache, but not enough to sate me. I whimper, frantically bobbing my head on Brose’s cock and hastily flicking my bean. I want him to come with me.
Brose’s gray eyes darken as he watches my need escalate. “You’re ready.”
He grips my hair at the nape of my neck, holding me in place as he pulls himself free from my mouth in a wet pop . We groan at the loss, both teetering on the edge of release.
“Brose, I need to come,” I whine. “Please, make me come.”
With a growl, Brose yanks my shirt over my head, revealing all of me to him. His eyes rake over me hungrily and he licks his lips. Though he’s already seen me naked, this is the first time I’m conscious for the reveal. I resist the urge to cover myself, something I would’ve done with my previous partners. With Brose I’m at ease—I want him to see all of me, to let him see how he makes me feel safe with him in my nudity.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Aspen,” Brose says, lowering us to the rug.
Brose nestles himself between my legs, forcing me to open them wider to accommodate his larger size. The head of his cock brushes my entrance.
“Shit,” Brose says, pulling away. “I’ll grab a condom quick.”
“Why? We don’t need it,” I blurt. “I’m on the pill.”
Brose reels back in shock, sucking in a lungful of air. “You want me to go bare?”
Eager as we are to connect, this conversation is necessary. “I mean, I’m okay with it if you are. You’ve shown me you care about my safety—I trust you’re as safe with yourself, too. And I’ve always insisted Gary and the rest use condoms?—”
“Wait.” Brose holds up a hand to stop me. “You’ve always used condoms with your previous partners while on the pill?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to risk an unwanted pregnancy.”
A mischievous grin consumes Brose’s face. “Yet you’re okay with an unplanned pregnancy with me.”
“I—” I pause, realizing what I spoke aloud. My mouth opens and closes, but I can’t come up with anything to dispute his statement.
Holy shit. I can’t believe I admitted my subconscious thought.
A dark chuckle rumbles in Brose’s chest as he leans over me, pushing his knees between my legs to let him back inside. “Oh, darlin’, you’re fucked.”
My pussy is ready and waiting, eager to have him inside. “You trust me?”
His cock nudges my entrance, primed and ready. “Yes. Besides, I highly doubt pencil dick got around. He’s too busy humping Mother Nature.”
I’m giggling one second and crying out the next. “ARGH!” I can barely think, let alone breathe, as Brose breaches me in one hard thrust.
“Fuck, Aspen.” Brose groans, palming my cheek in his large hand and staring deep into my eyes. “So damn tight. Relax.”
“I’m trying,” I squeak. Closing my eyes a moment, I will my body to go pliant. I’m not exactly hurting, more like I feel overstuffed. “You’re enormous.”
His silent laughter vibrates all the way through his dick, making me bite off a moan.
“You’re good for my ego, Aspen.”
“Cocky bastard,” I mumble, opening my eyes to find Brose smiling down at me.
“About to get a lot cockier, too.”
To prove his point, Brose saws in and out of me—slow, but steady. He’s able to reach places my body has been longing for, building a fire deep in my core.
It feels good, really fucking good. We’ve barely started and my insides are already quivering.
“Your tits are the perfect palm size,” Brose husks, his rough hands slipping between us to kneed them. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, making me cry out with pleasure. He flicks the tip of my nipple with his tongue until it’s a stiff peak before moving on to do the same to the other. “Perfect mouthful, too.”
My fingers work their way into his ruddy hair, holding him to my breasts.
When Brose has decorated my chest with mottled marks, he slowly kisses his way up my neck, along my jaw, until he’s an inch away from my lips. His gaze is heated, capturing my attention. Something in my heart ripples, like it’s finally awoken. And it’s all because of this man.
“Do you feel that?”
I’m feeling A LOT of things at the moment, but I gather he’s not referring to us having sex.
He takes one of my hands, bringing it flat to his chest, right above his heart. “Do you feel it?”
His heart thunders under my palm, much like the storm outside. The connection has my heart skipping to fall in line with his, like we were always meant to be in sync.
“We match,” I say, my voice raw with awed emotion.
“We’re a pair, Aspen. We’re meant to be.”
“Brose…” Needing him closer, I wrap my arms around him.
He sinks against me, one hand cupping the back of my neck and the other gripping the back of my knee, hiking my leg upward to give him more access.
“Aspen.” He plunges deeper into me, catching my lips as I moan.
All sweetness melts into raging desire. Brose’s hips buck against me, wild and harder. I cock my pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust. My nails rake down his back, sure to leave red marks. His fingers dig deep enough to leave bruises on my skin.
Brose’s guttural grunts are music to my ears, letting me feel safe enough to not hold back mewls of pleasure as he continues to nail the secret spot hidden deep inside my pussy. His kisses turn demanding, nipping at my lips and sucking on my tongue. There’s no use in trying to keep up when I’m willing to let him lead. All I can do is let him take his fill and get swept away in the desire pulsing closer to the surface.
Sweat builds around my neck and chest the faster we fuck, but the finish line is in sight. My pussy clutches around him a few times with the anticipation rising.
“I’m.” Pant. “Close.”
“Me too, darlin’,” Brose growls, sending delightful shivers down my spine. He presses his forehead against mine, staring deep into my soul. “Fucking come for me, Aspen. You come for your man— now! ”
His demand sends me right over the edge. My back arches off the floor as my pussy locks up before having a full-blown spasm attack. I scream through my release, my body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure endorphins torpedo through my veins.
“brOSE!”
My mountain man goes full feral, rutting me into the floor. His thrusts come faster, his grip tighter. Sweat drips from his chest onto mine with each punch of his hips. The veins in his thick neck are taut from his efforts. And the wild, intense look in his eyes as he stares at me has me entranced.
A fierce roar rips through Brose’s lungs as he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. Heat floods my pussy in wet warmth.
Something about him having spent himself inside of me—something I’ve never allowed another man to do—has me turning feral in response as I lock my ankles around his waist. He’s not going anywhere if I can help it. If this means I get knocked up with this wild man’s baby, so be it.
Exhausted, Brose pants heavily against the crook of my neck. He rests his weight on one of his forearms so as not to crush me. Blissed out of my mind, I rub lazy circles into his back, purring like a cat in heat.
“That was amazing,” I say with a sated grin.
“You’re amazing,” Brose counters, capturing my mouth with his.
“I feel I’ve made a mess of your fur rug.”
“Mmm,” Brose hums, rubbing my nose with his. “Sounds like my dirty girl needs to get cleaned up. Aftercare time.”
Brose slowly eases out of me, making us groan at the loss. Wetness pools between us—evidence of what we did. I try to hang on to him, not wanting to let him go as he pulls back.
He eases out of my grip, his lips brushing against mine softly before he stands. “Rest. I’ll be right back.”
My eyes follow Brose as he swaggers, bare-ass naked, down the hall to his room. Damn, he’s got a nice muscled butt. Totally quarter-bounce worthy.
A minute later, Brose returns with a wet washcloth in his hand. He kneels beside me, his free hand settling on my thigh. I try to take the washcloth from him, but he pulls it out of my reach with the shake of his head.
“I clean my own messes, darlin’. Drop your legs open for me.”
Shyly, I widen my legs, not used to being taken care of.
A soft rumble of approval vibrates in his chest as he stares at my pussy. “Seeing my cum drip out of you is the sexist thing I’ve seen.”
Gently, he runs the warm washcloth through my folds, cleaning me. My chest tightens like my heart is expanding as I watch him tenderly take care of me.
When he’s finished, he runs his fingers over my cheek. “Would you like to shower? Or maybe I can run you a bath?”
“Or maybe we can get more dirty while getting cleaned up,” I tease with a wink.
The heat in his gaze has me flushing.
“Are you sure you want it again? I’m more than willing to fuck you into tomorrow, but I don’t want you hurting.”
Teasing him further, I nip at his lips. “I can handle whatever you want to give me, Mountain Man.”
Brose swiftly gathers me in his arms before throwing me over his shoulder. I giggle at his enthusiasm as he hauls me off to the primary bathroom.
“Whatever my woman wants, my woman gets.”