Mountain Challenge (Mont Blanc Rescue #9)

Chapter 12

12

Ry

G od, she tasted good. As good as she smelled. Of something sweet and floral. Of strawberries. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

She pressed her breasts against him, close enough that he could feel her puckered nipples. He pulled the neck of her tank top down, baring those breasts for his viewing pleasure. His cock hardened as the little barbells came in sight. Those little angel wings he remembered so well.

He broke the kiss because he needed to take those sweet nubs in his mouth. Fuck, but the piercings were sexy. “Did it hurt?” he asked. “When you did this.”

She nodded, moaning. “It was the sexiest pain when I had it done. The perfect bite of pain and pleasure.”

His cock hardened even further. Isla liked a little pain with her pleasure.

She laughed. “Of course, there was nothing sexy about it the next day. Then it just fucking hurt.”

“And now?” He blew gently against her nipples, watching them pucker up even further against the metal barbell.

Isla lifted one breast to push it closer against his mouth. When his tongue licked the tip, her back arched. “That feels so good.”

“I can make it feel even better, I’ll bet,” Ry said, punctuating his words with a little lick here and there. “Can you be patient, baby?”

She gave a little moan. “Suck on them. Please.”

“I will. I promise.” He licked the underside of each breast, tracing his way back to her nipple, where he finally allowed himself to suck. God, she tasted sweet, and again there was that little bite of the metal, that reminder that she liked it a little rough.

“Harder,” she begged.

He lifted his head, pulling on her top. He wanted her bared to him, in every possible sense, but with only one hand, it was a struggle. Damn, he needed to get rid of this sling.

“Let me take this off,” he said, pausing for a moment to look at his sling.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“Are you a doctor now?”

“What did your actual doctor tell you?”

Ry sighed. “To sleep with it tonight and take it off tomorrow.”

Isla pulled her top off in one quick move. Her hands went down to her belly button, then lower, to the button of her jeans, where she played with it briefly. “Then it stays on. Unless you’d like to stop?”

Ry clenched his jaw tight. “Don’t stop.”

She opened the zipper, revealing something black and silky underneath. But then she stopped, making a come-hither motion with her finger. “Let’s take this to bed.”

He followed her—he would have followed her anywhere. Once in her bedroom, she pointed to the bed, and he sat down. She shimmied her hips seductively, and then the jeans were off, revealing her long, toned legs … and yes, that sliver of silk he’d seen before was a black thong. He wanted nothing more than to tear it off her, but she turned around, moving out of reach, showing him her beautiful peach ass. Ry groaned, swallowing hard.

“Take that off,” he ordered. Then thought better and softened his statement. “Please.” She seemed to want to be in control, and he didn’t want to take that from her.

She laughed and turned a couple more times. Eventually, her thumbs slipped into the thong straps, pulling downwards. So slowly, until finally revealing the neat, dark curls beneath. And there it was, his reward for his patience. She stepped out of the thong and threw it at him. He caught it in his left hand and curled his hand around it, smelling her desire. “You are so fucking beautiful. I’m going to blow in my pants,” he said.

“Don’t do that,” she whispered, slowly making her way towards him. “I’d rather you come inside me.”

Not helping, baby .

His molars clenched so tight, he worried he was going to hurt himself.

“Let’s get you a bit more comfortable,” she said. She pulled at his shirt awkwardly, making a small appreciative sound when she realized the hospital had given him a surgery recovery T-shirt with shoulder snaps. Within seconds, the T-shirt was in her hands. “Success,” she whispered. Ry swallowed. It was hard to think of anything other than her breasts, swinging so close to his mouth.

Isla

Isla watched as Ry’s lips teased her nipples—alternatively licking and biting, giving her exactly the kind of pressure she craved. Her pussy clenched, remembering how his thick cock had felt. She was so ready for the next course.

“Lie down,” she requested, pulling off his jeans and boxer shorts and waiting while he took off his socks. “Let me do the work tonight.”

“Do you have a condom?” he asked hoarsely. That was sweet, that he hadn’t replaced the condom in his wallet. It told her he hadn’t come here tonight with the idea of getting into her pants. That was all my idea .

She opened the drawer next to her bed and tore one of the little foil packs. She wrapped her hand around his thick cock, gently pulling it on, loving how hard and thick he felt.

Isla straddled Ry, her legs wide open, her knees on the mattress. She looked up at him, pausing for a moment. “You sure your shoulder’s okay?”

“I promise I can’t feel my shoulder,” he groaned, raising his hips to rub against her core.

“Let’s see if you can feel this next bit,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his cock and guiding it inside her. It was a tight fit, even through her wetness, and she had to stop and raise herself several times, each time lowering herself further. Feeling his cock stretch her.

His eyes never strayed from the spot where their bodies met. “Fuck. That’s it, Isla. Work my cock inside you,” he groaned.

She could feel, in the tight line of his abs, how much it cost him to stay still, but he didn’t move, giving her the time she needed, until finally, his cock was fully embedded inside her—hot and hard and firm. So big . So full . She’d never felt this full before. His cock twitched, the feeling rocketing all the way to her tight breasts.

“Please,” he begged. And she wasn’t sure what he was begging for, but her body demanded she start moving. Up and down. Slowly, at first. Then faster, until her core was burning and her legs were shaking. Ry’s free hand gripped her hip, but he didn’t demand a different rhythm—demanded nothing except what she was willing to give.

“Ry, I’m going to come,” she said breathlessly.

“Come on my cock, Isla. Come on my cock and take me with you.”

His words pulled her over the edge. Her inner muscles clenched against him, hard enough that she didn’t feel when he reached his own orgasm. But she saw it in his tight, pleasure-filled expression. When they were both done shaking, Isla lowered her upper body onto him, enjoying his warmth, careful not to press on his shoulder.

Ry kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is so soft,” he whispered. “I knew it’d feel soft.”

Isla laughed into his chest. “My hair?”

“I need to get rid of the condom.”

“I can take care of that,” Isla said, gently working it off his softening—but still impressive—cock. She used a kleenex to wipe him down, then tied a knot on the condom and put it in the trash. As she came back to bed, Ry looked at her strangely. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.”

“What? Tie a knot on the condom?”

“Take care of me like that,” he whispered.

Isla lay down next to him, curling her body around his as he pulled the duvet around them both.