Mountain Man Santa (Naughty and Spice)

Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

STACEY

“ O kay, now try this one,” Jerry says, bringing the fork to my mouth with a small bite of wild strawberry pierogi. There’s something ridiculously sexy about the burly guy feeding me as I take a bite, closing my eyes and savoring the tart sweetness.

“Mmm… I don’t know which one’s my favorite.”

“I’ll always be stuck on the prune ones. That little touch of orange flavor and zest puts them over the top for me. It’s part of my babcia’s secret family recipe, which means I’ll have to kill you if you ever decide to leave this cabin again. Well, apart from work, where I can keep an eye on you.” He sets down the plate. My naked legs drape over his lap, and he returns to holding and caressing them with his big, thick hands.

I shake my head. “You know, all this time, I seriously thought you were Italian or something. Because you kind of give off that tough guy Sylvester Stallone vibe…”

He takes a swig of the beer on the coffee table next to him. Nodding, he says, “Believe me, you have to be a tough guy where I’m from. I guess they haven’t made enough movies about those goodfellas.” He swallows loudly.

“Why haven’t you talked about your family or background before now, Jerry?”

He shakes his head, looking down. “The same reason you never told me the Sutherlands were in law enforcement. We were trying to keep our relationship professional…on the up and up. Thank God we’re over that now. Besides, there’s not much to be proud of about my family.” His fingers trace sensual circles on my skin, making it difficult for me to concentrate. “There’s a lot that people who didn’t grow up in my neighborhood wouldn’t understand. You know?” He shrugs, his face torn as he side-eyes me.

“You don’t have much faith in people, do you?”

He arches an eyebrow. “Most people haven’t given me much reason to have faith in them.”

“What about me?” My stomach drops as soon as the question leaves my mouth. I already know exactly where this is heading. But it’s a conversation we need to have.

Jerry’s fingers slide higher up my legs, his fingertips leaving fire trails on my upper calves and the tender places around my knees. “See, I’d like things to be different with you. But I don’t know. I kinda get the impression you’d never settle for a guy like me. Especially coming from a law enforcement family.”

“Don’t get me wrong. They won’t be happy. They aren’t happy. But is it really up to them?”

Jerry shakes his head, looking like he wants to say more.

“What are you thinking?”

He shrugs. “I don’t want to beat a dead horse over you and Elliott. But you ignored a lot of red flags with him. I guess because you liked his resume and portfolio?”

“You’ve got it all wrong?—”

“I’m not educated like him, and my background leaves much to be desired.”

I counter, “I don’t want to talk about my ex-boyfriend, but you’re making assumptions I need to correct. Elliott and I both grew up in Calaveras County, and we started dating when we were in high school, well before he worked for wine labels and any of that. So, I picked him before he picked his job, even though I think we can both agree that, yes, I could have had better taste. And I ignored the red flags because I’m a loyal person. It’s part of who I am.”

Emotion washes over Jerry’s face, and he says, “It’s easy being loyal to a guy in a suit. But what about if you were in Delilah’s shoes with somebody like Holden…you know, who’s doing time? Would you still be so loyal?”

Delilah, again? Ugh! “Do you have a thing for her or what?”

“Delilah? Hell, no. She’s my friend’s girl. I’d never do something like that to Holden. It doesn’t get any lower than banging a guy’s woman when he’s locked up.”

His voice shakes with anger at the end of his statement, filling me with an uncomfortable curiosity. I sense he has more to say, waiting patiently. Finally, he admits, “I got out two months shy of six years, thanks to good behavior. I came home with a ring in my pocket to propose to my girlfriend, Beata Nowak. We’d dated since high school, and she stuck with me through everything, which made me anxious to marry her. But I caught my best friend, Aleksy, banging her at my apartment on my couch. That’s when I gave up on love and trusting women. Until I met you, Shortie…”

Tears well in my eyes, trying to put myself in his shoes. “I can’t imagine how much that had to hurt you, Jerry.”

“It fucking sucked at the time. But if it hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t be here with you now, and that’s all that matters to me.” His large, thick hand slides up my inner thigh, his fingers teasing the hem of the hoodie that I wear. It’s one of his and huge on me, fitting more like a knee-length robe than a sweatshirt. “Now, back to that Delilah comment… I like it when you’re jealous,” he says, squeezing my thigh and running his thumb back and forth over my skin, lighting my flesh on fire.

“I’m not jealous,” I say before stopping myself. The tone of my voice alone gives me away.

“Yeah, you are, and I like it.” He presses my calf into his girth, teasing me with his firm cock. My breath catches in my throat. “Have I fed you enough? Cause there’s a different kinda dessert I want to dive into.” His dark mahogany eyes sear into me as his words inspire shivers all over my body. His hand travels further up my leg, squeezing and massaging my thick inner thigh.

I’m certain he can hear the pulse pounding in my chest as he shifts the way he’s sitting to position himself between my legs. He isn’t wearing a shirt, and the way the firelight dances over his firm, angular chest and ab muscles makes my pussy throb with anticipation.

As he muscles his broad shoulders between my legs, spreading them further, I say, “You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I know some guys don’t?—”

“Shh…” he says, holding his finger up to his lips. “There’s nothing I want more on the face of this Earth than your pussy in my mouth.”

His fingertips trace trails of fire up the insides of my thighs, and he says, “Besides, if you didn’t want me here, why aren’t you wearing panties?” He sticks his head up, arching his brow.

“Because I only have one pair, and after what we did earlier… Well, they need a good washing.”

“Good. Cause you commando is sexier than hell... Tell me what you want, Shortie,” he orders in rich, dark tones, lowering his head back down until the heat from his breath makes my mound clench.

“Jerry…”

“Tell me what you want and how you want it. I’m serious.”

I clear my throat, self-consciousness catching my tongue. Elliott was so repressed and disinterested when it came to sex. It was more like a chore for him. And as for dirty talk? Well, that never happened.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl. I need to hear it from your sexy mouth.”

The throbbing between my legs grows excruciating, the tension ratcheting sky-high. I lick my lips, whispering, “I want you, Jerry, between my legs, licking my pussy.”

“Good girl,” he growls. “But you have to agree to my ground rule.”

“And what’s that?” I ask breathlessly.

“You’re only allowed to come when I tell you. Any sooner, and I’ll have to punish you again, baby. Got it?”

Just hearing him say those words makes my pussy swell.

“I’ll try, baby.”

“You’ll come when I tell you to and not a moment sooner. I was patient before, but now I’m serious. You got me?”

I nod.

“Or else you don’t get any of this thick, juicy cock.”

“Yes, Jerry, I promise.”

“Good girl.” Without hesitation, he dives into my mound with his hot, wet tongue. My hips arch up towards his face, and I let out a high-pitched cry as his velvety warmth circles my clit for the first time, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Damn!” I pant.

He laughs darkly, putting his arm over my lower abdomen so I can’t move. “You taste fucking amazing, Stacey. Shit, how have we worked together for two years, and I don’t know this about you?”

“Because I’m not that kind of—” I scream again as he dives back in, swirling and flicking me with his tongue. He alternates between slurping, lapping, and nipping me with the edge of his teeth, enough to set my body on edge and leave me begging for more. Bringing his big hand to my pussy lips, he splays them open with his first and middle fingers focusing on my clit. Lighting up my entire body and making me moan in ecstasy.

I had no idea it could be like this. My head feels foggy, swimming far away, and I beg, “Please, Jerry. Please don’t stop. This feels so—” I cry out again as he penetrates me with his tongue, making my hips rise to meet each thrust. My hand tangles in his shower-damp hair, gently but insistently keeping his head right where I want it.

“You’re so wet for me. I fucking love it. And your flavor. Damn, I could eat you out for hours.” He sticks his head up with a lopsided grin, his beard shiny with my arousal. “You’ve been warned.”

I sharply exhale as he returns to teasing my clit with his lips and tongue before dropping lower to lick my slit from my ass to my clit, sucking my pussy lips in and out of his mouth as he goes. He makes naughty, wet noises—the kind that would disgust Elliott to no end.

I didn’t think I’d like them either. But to my shock, hearing Jerry hard at work to please me tightens my pussy, placing me moments from exploding.

The speed of his tongue picks up as he slides a finger into me, moaning against my swollen clit. The vibrations of the deep sound shuttle through my whole body, incinerating me. “Don’t you come until I tell you. Got it, baby?”

“Yes, Jerry,” I scream. “But I can’t take much?—”

“Take it!” he orders darkly. His pointer finger slides sensually in and out of me as he licks and teases me. Finding the rough spot near the front of my slick channel, he bends his finger, stimulating the bundle of nerves as he sucks my swollen pearl. “Fucking take it.” Closing my eyes, I climb the precipice of messy, crazy, wild sex, savoring every second of this filthy yumminess.

“Jerry, I’m so close. Please!” I scream, my hips bucking towards his face as he flicks my clit again, letting me feel the edge of his teeth. His finger strokes my G-spot demandingly, and my whole body goes tense and tight, anticipating the wicked crash laid out before me.

“You’ve got a greedy little pussy, you know, sucking on my finger. You want my cock buried deep inside, don’t you?”

I nod, unable to speak. My breath comes so fast that I feel like I’m hyperventilating. Words and thoughts no longer exist as I struggle to hold back.

“Alright, you’ve been a good girl this time. Come for me, baby.” His big, thick tongue rolls over my clit, and I climax so hard I see stars.

He growls with satisfaction, clamping me down with his massive forearm and mercilessly devouring me. Licking and sucking my honey, he doesn’t stop until I writhe under him, trying to push his head away because of the intense sensitivity.

Instead of giving me a moment to pause, he jumps up, removing his jogging pants to reveal thick, muscular thighs and legs and his massive erect cock. It stands so firm and engorged that it looks angry.

Sitting back down, he wraps his large, rough hands around my waist, hoisting me up onto his lap. “Is this what you want, baby girl?” he whispers seductively. It’s worlds away from the grumpy, bossy, cook voice I’m used to.

“Yes, baby. You’re all I want.” His eyes melt, and he leans into me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and letting me taste myself on his lips and beard. I’m sticky and slippery as I straddle him with my knees resting on the couch. Grabbing my hips possessively, he pulls me slowly down over his rod, making me scream again as his chest rumbles with pleasure.

“Goddammit,” he pants, holding my hips so tightly I feel like he could bruise me. “I cannot get over how good your pussy feels. Like the fucking ocean, warm and wet. Your walls are so thick now, baby. The way you grip my cock is fucking perfection.”

His hands guide my hips up and down his rod until I steady one arm around his neck, finding my balance and taking over. “That’s right, Shortie,” he pants. “Work me hard. Ride that cock, baby. It’s all yours.”

“Is it?” I sigh, hovering over him, savoring every inch from his tip licking my pussy lips to his full length and thickness, squeezed tightly inside of me, stretching me to the point of pleasurable pain. “Why didn’t we figure this out sooner, Jerry? We wasted two years not doing this.”

His mouth crashes into mine again, his kiss passionate and demanding as I continue to slide over his massive cock. “Let’s make up for it now. Take what you need from me. Every bit of me is yours. I want to paint the walls of your pussy with my cum so that you smell like me and taste like me, and the whole fucking world knows you’re mine and mine alone.”

Such possessive words out of any other man would turn me off. But when Jerry says them, I feel amazing, like the most loved, desired woman in the world. Lifting the hoodie I wear, he buries his head underneath it, relishing the taste of my tits and swirling his skilled tongue around my nipples. He sucks me in and out of his mouth with teasing nips and bites…adoring me with kisses and swipes of his tongue as his hands caress my back, raising goose bumps on my flesh. Sensory overload grips me, and I scream wildly, drenching his legs in my cum.

Pulling himself free of the hoodie again, he stares at me adoringly as he screams, “Yes, Stace! Fuck me, girl.” Retaking control, he slams my hips into his pelvis as my pussy milks his rod, spasming around him.

Jerry powerfully orgasms, yelling in a low, throaty voice as the muscles in his body shudder and his heat pulses into me in delicious waves. Wrapping his arms around me and clutching me tightly against his hot, sweaty chest, he says breathlessly, “I love you, Shortie.”