Flirting with the Mountain Man (Rosewood Ridge Fire #6)

Chapter 7

7

BIANCA

“ A re you sure you want to do this?” he asked as the tip of his cock nudged my entrance.

Was he serious? Sure, I wasn’t too excited about how painful it might be, but I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted him. I didn’t want to do this—I had to do it. And I had to do it as often as possible for the rest of my life.

“Positive,” I said. “Just go slowly.”

“I’m going to let you control the movements,” he said. “Don’t worry about me. Do what you need to do.”

But I was worried about him…in the sense that I wanted him to enjoy this, anyway. Maybe it would grow less painful as I got used to it.

I was surprised to find it didn’t hurt at first. It was a little weird, having something so big inside me, but it was exciting too. It was something I’d wondered about for years. Something I knew I’d do eventually, but it always seemed far, far off into the future.

And now it was happening. And the man it was happening with was better than anything I could have dreamed.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I’d been staring at the back of the truck cab, but his words returned my attention to his face. I knew he was watching me, his eyes dark with worry.

“Perfect,” I said, but I couldn’t lie to him. “It hurts, but I think it’s going to get easier.”

As if to demonstrate, I went a little farther and was rewarded with a sharp stab of pain. I couldn’t hold back a wince.

“Take your time,” he said. “Does this help?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant at first, but his fingers were soon on my clit, moving in that same pattern he’d used before. I focused on that, even though the pain was still all too real.

But with each additional centimeter I took in, there was a pattern of feeling intense pain, then that pain gradually receding until I could take it. And soon, he was pretty deep inside me and warmth was filling my body.

Was it possible I could come again? Yes, very possible. But I wouldn’t focus on it. Instead, my goal was to get him to release, then try this again later. Maybe the second time wouldn’t be so painful.

When I opened my eyes and looked at him, it became clear he was holding out for me. He wouldn’t come until I did.

I opened my mouth to tell him not to wait, but suddenly the image of our bodies moving together in the front seat of a fire truck got through to me, and the warmth increased. Oh yeah, this was hot.

His gaze lowered to my chest, and he watched as my breasts moved with each of my bounces. He was hot for me, and that turned me on more than anything.

“Can you come for me, baby?” he asked, looking up at me.

I started to shake my head, but the intensity in his stare pushed me up a notch. And then a second orgasm was more than possible. It was inevitable.

“Yes!” I said, closing my eyes and throwing my head back again. “Oh fuck, yes!”

White-hot shards of pleasure shot through me in an orgasm so intense, I didn’t think it would ever end. I rode it all the way, only remembering as I came down that he was watching me.

And he liked what he saw.

“You like that, huh?” I asked, smiling down at him.

He nodded slowly, and I saw in that nod that he was doing everything he could to hold back. He’d been fighting giving in to this since we started. I wanted to make this good for him.

“Love it,” he said. “Everything about it.”

Love. He didn’t love me. Not yet. That would come, though. I would fall in love with him too. I knew it as much as I knew I really, really liked making love to this guy.

“I want you to come for me now,” I said, slowly starting to move again. The pain was still there, but my orgasm had dulled it. Now I just felt tight. “I’m going to fuck you until you come.”

He squeezed his eyes closed and moaned. Yes, he liked when I talked dirty to him. I’d keep that in mind moving forward.

“Kiss me,” he said.

I was all too happy to comply. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his as I began moving on him. I still couldn’t go too far, but it seemed to be far enough for him.

“Christ, that feels good,” Tyler said.

His eyes closed, but they didn’t stay closed for long. He opened them and looked up at me as I rode him. He even pulled me down for another kiss.

He didn’t go deeper, but he did start moving faster and faster beneath me. That was how I knew he was getting closer. I matched his movements, finally breaking the kiss to look down at him. His eyes shuttered closed again, even though he seemed to be fighting to keep them open. He wanted to watch me, but his desire was getting the better of him.

With a loud grunt, he stilled, gripping my hips as he likely continued to fight the urge to plunge deeper. Someday he’d be able to do that without worrying about causing me pain. I couldn’t wait for that day.

And then he stilled, pulling me closer, his arms going around me. That was when I knew, once and for all, that this guy wasn’t going anywhere. What was happening between us was real.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said after a long silence.

I pulled back to look down at him, curious what he meant. I knew in my heart it wouldn’t be anything bad.

“I don’t want to go home and nap alone,” he said. “If you don’t have plans, I’d love for you to join me.”

I smiled. “I have to get Dad’s laptop, remember?”

He gasped. “I forgot all about that. Hmm.”

“Why don’t you drop me off at my car and meet me at the hospital later?” I asked. “Then we can have dinner and…do all this over again.”

“Now that sounds like a plan,” he said. “But first, can we just sit here for a few more minutes?”

Nodding, I returned to his embrace. As far as I was concerned, we could sit here for the rest of our lives.