Alone with the Mountain Man (Rosewood Ridge Fire #4)

Chapter 5

5

AURORA

I t was my best shot so far. The basketball went straight through the hoop without even hitting the backboard and barely touching the net. A true airball.

I felt a brief surge of adrenaline over my victory, but then it hit me. He’d promised thirty seconds of touching for every shot I made.

When I turned, he was right behind me, the ball dribbling toward us again. We seemed to be forgetting to retrieve it the further along we went in this. There were more important things to do.

“Turn around,” he said.

That voice was husky like it had been just seconds before I made the shot. The air around me seemed so thick, I could barely breathe. So I held my breath and turned, flattening my hands against my stomach in a pathetic effort to stay calm.

His hands were on top of mine in seconds, his body wrapped around me. I leaned back against him, his erection poking me in the backside, and focused on the feel of his arms surrounding me, the hard wall of his chest against my shoulder blades.

Almost immediately, both hands crept upward, cupping my breasts as he nudged my head to the left with his chin and pressed the side of his face against mine. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, propping it against his shoulder.

It felt so good. His fingers moving over my nipples, then one hand moving down my arm, then across my waist. I knew exactly where that hand was going and my breaths came fast and deep as I waited.

“Spread your legs for me, Aurora,” he said into my ear.

Maybe it was him saying my name. Maybe it was how out of breath and turned on he sounded. Or maybe it was the words coming out of his mouth. Whatever the case, a sigh escaped my slightly parted lips as I did exactly what he said, widening my stance and leaning against him more.

I was starting to feel more than a little weak in the knees as his finger slid inside me. And then he let out a groan that told me he’d learned just how wet he’d made me.

He hadn’t reacted to my comment that I’d never touched a man before. Either he didn’t believe me or he didn’t care. My money was on the former.

“How does this feel?” he asked as his finger moved to my clit.

I knew that was the magic spot. It only took a quick internet search to learn everything about sex. But there was no substitute for actually having it.

“It feels amazing,” I said, already sounding out of breath. “Don’t stop.”

Nothing had ever felt like this. I’d never tried to give myself an orgasm, but if I’d known touching myself could feel like this, I would have started years ago and probably been highly unproductive because of it.

His right hand continued massaging while his left worked on my breasts, fingers circling my areola, then sliding over my nipple. I cried out at the combination of sensations. My body felt like it was going up, up, up on a roller coaster. Eventually, I would hit the peak, and I had a feeling it was going to be even better than what I felt right now.

And then I crested that peak. Noises came from me that I’d never heard before as I arched my back, waves of heat rolling through me. My pussy contracted, tightening then releasing, only to tighten again.

I let out a gasp, then lost all ability to breathe for several seconds until finally, I came down, my body returning to normal. Well, normal in the sense that I could breathe. But I’d never be the same.

“My turn,” he said, withdrawing his hands and stepping back.

But I was already shaking my head. I turned to face him, crossing my arms over my chest, which pushed my boobs upward.

“No more basketball,” I said. “Let’s go somewhere where we can do this the right way.”