Mountain Challenge (Mont Blanc Rescue #9)

Chapter 8

8

Isla

I sla’s hands tightened on Ry’s shoulders. He felt like stone beneath her—warm, living stone.

He let her down on the bed gently, then pulled her roughly towards the edge. She found herself responding to both—the gentleness and the roughness—all that effortless, controlled strength.

Ry pulled her knees apart and kneeled between her legs, his long, rough fingers stroking her through her jeans. Warmth pooled between her legs.

“Take these off,” he growled.

Best idea I’ve heard all day . Isla stood up, undoing the button of her black jeans. Then his hands were there, helping her peel them off until she was sitting in front of him in just her little black thong. She favored thongs over other types of underwear because she loved the barely there feeling they gave her. Of course, it didn’t hurt that the thin string left her favorite tattoo visible, so she got to see it every time she got dressed or undressed. She knew the moment Ry saw the tattoo, because his breath caught in his throat. He exhaled sharply, as if breathing had become an effort.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m hoping to do just that,” she replied, feeling sassy.

“That’s …” His finger reached out to graze the wolf's head peeking out from her hip. “That’s the most incredible tattoo I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Isla said. “I designed it myself.” And she’d never been as happy to have it as she was right now, with Ry’s long, strong finger tracing the design. Roland hadn’t been so keen on it. Several times he’d complained it looked like the wolf was staring at him while they had sex. At the time, she’d thought it was a strange insecurity, but she’d never said anything, not wanting to antagonize him.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his expression thoughtful.

Isla bit her lip. He was too perceptive by half. “I’m thinking you’re overdressed,” she joked.

“Please don’t lie to me. We don’t have to do anything, if?—”

Her pussy clenched at the thought of him stopping. So not what she wanted. “I promise you I’m not having second thoughts. Take those off.”

She was grateful she didn’t have to ask twice. Within moments, his trousers, boxers and socks were in a messy pile on the floor. Ry stood to his full height, completely—and impressively—naked.

Wow. He was way bigger than Roland, but she wasn’t going to go there. Her cheating ex wouldn’t spoil a single moment more for her, and particularly not a moment like this.

Ry pulled off her thong, leaving her naked as well. Her hand reached out to touch his thick, proud cock, wondering if he’d feel as strong and hot as she imagined. Before she could do so, Ry took a step forward and gently pushed her back until she was sitting on the edge of the bed again. Much as she’d been a few moments earlier. Except now he could see all of her. A momentary insecurity caught up with her and her knees began to close.

“Open your legs wide, baby. Let me see that beautiful pink pussy.”

If you put it like that … Isla’s knees opened as wide as she could without losing her balance. With one hand, he tugged gently on one of her nipple rings. But his focus, his full, undivided attention, was on her pussy, which clenched with need.

He lowered his head until he was close enough that she could feel his breath on her core. “You’re going to come on my mouth first,” he said. As his tongue reached out and licked her, Isla’s hips jerked so hard, she almost came off the bed, except he pushed her back with one broad palm, holding her just where he wanted her.

“So sweet. You taste so fucking sweet,” he growled, right against her core. And then he didn’t say anything else, as he sucked and licked and stroked, driving her hard towards a peak higher than any she’d ever experienced before. Isla lost her capacity to think shortly before exploding in an orgasm that tore through her body like a freight train.

Oh. My. God.

Her fingers and toes curled, pleasure driving through her in an orgasm that wouldn’t quit. Ry slowed his onslaught but didn’t release her, still licking and sucking gently, as if tracing a map of her body. And, unbelievably, just as the pleasure from the first orgasm ebbed, another wave of pleasure woke up. Which didn’t happen to her. On the rare occasions where she’d been able to come with a partner, she’d never—ever—been able to come twice.

And yet the little wave kept growing. “More.” The word was out before she could stop herself.

Ry looked up, his shoulders impossibly wide between her legs. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His green eyes were dark with desire.

“I. Want. You. Inside. Me.” To make it even clearer for him, she scooted backwards onto the bed.

To his credit, Ry didn’t hesitate this time. He found his pants in record time and pulled out a condom. Isla stared, transfixed, as he quickly rolled it onto his thick cock. That has to be an extra-large condom . A sliver of worry hit her. She was small, and she’d always been told she was tight down there. What if?—

“You with me, Isla?” Ry asked. His erection stood long and proud, but he seemed in no rush to put it to use.

An earlier version of her might have tried to downplay her fears, but she was done hiding. “I’m not sure it’s going to fit,” she said, waiting for him to laugh.

Ry didn’t laugh. He sat on the bed beside her, caressing her gently, down her arm, to her waist, all the way down to the wolf on her hip—his touch strong and reassuring. “I’m not going to hurt you, Isla. It’ll fit—and if it doesn’t, we’ll find other things to do together that feel good.”

Okay. She hadn’t thought of it that way, but she could work with that.

“Okay.”

“Now relax for me, baby. Bring up your knees—just like that. Let me see that beautiful pink pussy again.”

A finger pushed inside her, incredibly gentle. And she was still worried, because that finger was nothing like his thick cock, but his touch fanned the flames inside her.

“Yes.”

The word pulled a smile from him. “Yes. So wet for me.” He positioned his body over hers, holding his weight off her with one elbow, while his other hand worked to open her up.

And oh, it felt good, that first graze of his cock against her clit. Good with a capital G.

He seemed to sense it, because he stopped his forward movement and rocked his hips instead, rubbing his cock up and down against her clit. Her core warmed.

“You. Feel. Incredible.” His breathing was shallow, like he’d just run a mile. Or, looking at his body, like he’d just run a whole lot of miles. Like she was testing his will power. And she wanted to test it even more. She placed her hand against his pecs, feeling his strong heart beat, then moved it lower, down to that incredible six-pack.

“Inside me. Now,” she whispered, relieved beyond anything when he complied. The head of his cock slipped inside her easily. Her body clenched around him and she forced herself to relax, knowing there was so much of him, and still a bit worried he wouldn’t fit.

“Relax, baby. I’ve got you.” His arm caressed her cheek gently, even as his hips rocked forward infinitesimally. As if they had all the time in the world. She felt her body relaxing, letting him in, bit by bit, until he was fully sheathed inside her.

“I feel so … full,” she whispered against his ear.

He groaned against her, shivering, but his hips stayed still, and suddenly she needed him to move, needed to break that iron control he had on himself. Her lips came up to find the side of his neck and she nipped and licked, delighted at his ragged moan.

“You’re going to kill me, Isla.” His arms shook around her, with the effort of holding himself steady.

“I’m ready,” she said, intuitively knowing he needed to hear it—that he wouldn’t move until she did.

His lips ate her words up, and he kissed her as his hips started rocking backwards. And forwards. Finding a rhythm that soothed them both. Soothed and burned. It soon became clear to her that, against all odds, she was going to come again.

Her hips rocked against his, and his eyes flared. Desire and … something else. Control, or rather, the loss of control. He was losing control, and it felt just right. She wanted him to feel like she did. Like everything was unraveling inside in the best possible way.

He hit something deep inside her, something that made her cry out her pleasure. Her nails dug into his back, seeking to keep him there. Right there. And then she was flying, coming apart in the most powerful climax of her life. Her inner muscles clenched—hard—and she recognized the exact moment she drove him over the edge as well.

Yes. With me. Together.

He came for what felt like the longest time, his muscles shaking with release, and his pleasure drove her pleasure on and on. Eventually, he moved away, his softening cock leaving her body, holding on to the condom as he stood up to go to the bathroom. Isla was glad it was him and not her who had to move. She didn’t remember ever feeling this sated before. She wasn’t moving. She might never get up again.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a soft rumble as he lay down beside her again.

She gave him a nod and a smile—about all she could manage. “I’m not moving,” she murmured.

“Good. I’m not moving either,” he said, pulling her closer and pulling the covers over both of them.