The Haunting of the Mountain (Mountain Men of Whispering Winds #9)

8. Stone

Chapter 8

Stone

My cock throbs painfully against my jeans as I spread Kyla wide, legs askew. She’s perfection. And as I slide my hands across her smooth skin, I can’t help but feel blessed. Blessed to have found her. Blessed to have tasted those lips. And blessed for this meal spread out before me. I slide two fingers across her glistening folds, stroking her softly as she writhes and gasps.

“So wet,” I rasp as she starts grinding. “So needy.” I pull my hand back, fingers drenched in her as they glisten in the flickering light.

She whimpers, writhing beneath me in anticipation as I take my fingers into my mouth. I moan, eyes closed as I savor the taste of her. When our eyes meet I see flames of arousal flickering in hers as she bites down softly on her puffy bottom lip and her fingers replace mine on her pussy.

“No,” I rasp, grabbing her wrist. “This is mine.” I pin her hand beneath her back and then grab her thigh, shoving it high and away into the back of the couch, spreading her wider for me.

“Do not touch,” I snarl, trailing kisses down her thigh, licking the wetness. “Mine,” I snarl against the junction of her thigh, relishing the warmth emanating from her before dragging my flat tongue across her seam.

She shudders as she slips her fingers through my hair, gripping. Another lick. Another taste. I’m taking it slow but it won’t last. I need more of her. Her taste and scent are intoxicating and they’re driving me wild. Noises I’ve never made before rattle in my chest and throat as I increase my pace.

“Like that,” Kyla moans raggedly. “Just like…” her voice fades into moans.

“So fucking good,” I growl, licking and sucking, wet, sloppy sounds filling the air. Jesus, I’m losing my mind. Her pussy is divine and I can’t get enough. I rub my fucking face against her, covering myself with her before I let go of her leg, repositioning my arms across her belly.

Harder, faster. I slide a finger against her wet opening, pressing gently as her cries become desperate, her need for more growing as her thighs clamp against my head and she screams my name. I can’t fucking breathe but I no longer care. I’ll suffocate on this pussy if it means she comes on my lips.

“Open for me,” I growl but with my mouth permanently sealed to her, it comes out as incoherent gibberish.

Doesn’t matter. The more I press my finger against her, the more I devour her, the more she opens up until finally she relents, taking it inside so I feel her velvety softness. I stroke her with my tongue as I rub her from the inside.

“Stone,” she moans. “I can’t—it feels—I…”

She arches against the couch as her heels dig into my back. I can feel her tightening against my finger but I don’t relent. I’m not stopping until I feel her orgasm crash against me.

“Stone,” she cries out again.

Nothing’s sexier than hearing her scream my name. But a few seconds later I’m proved wrong when she shudders and contracts against me, releasing her thundering orgasm. But I don’t stop. Hearing her cry out and feeling her come only feeds my need and desire. I won’t stop until she begs me to. I’m a ravenous beast and Kyla belongs to me.

“Too much,” Kyla rasps, pawing at me. “I can’t take it anymore.”

I wind down slowly as Kyla continues to moan, curses leaving her lips softly until I finally relent. I’ll give her some respite. But as I drink her in, flushed with sweat beading across her body, it won’t last long.

I begin removing my jeans. Button, zipper, and then dropping them at my feet.

Kyla laughs—short, soft bursts that slowly increase until she folds in on herself. “You weren’t wrong. You look less like a cat and more like a rabid animal now.”

I feel rabid. I feel ravenous, craving more of her taste. I need her body. Those lips. So plush and perfect. I want to make sure they’re covered with me so she can’t taste anything but me.

“I am,” I say, my voice low and gruff.

My eyes roll back as I grab my cock through my boxer briefs. And when I look at Kyla again, she’s staring right at it.

Her fingers glide down her belly and between her thighs as my eyes rake across her perfect body. Kyla bites down on her bottom lip a soft moan escaping her mouth as her fingers find her clit and I fist my cock.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers.”

Without any hesitation, she slips a finger inside, panting as her gaze rakes across my body.

“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice craggier and deeper, suffused with need as I see her get herself off.

Her finger glides in and out, in and out, her wetness glistening in the candlelight as I feel my cock leaking precum. I’ve never seen anything sexier than watching my girl like this.

“Do you ever touch yourself like this?”

She gives a quick shake of her head. “Not in front of anyone.”

A low growl lodges in my throat and I lower myself onto my knees, stroking my cock as I close the gap between us. In and out. Up and down. We’re stroking ourselves in unison, and I have to let go because a few more seconds and I’d unleash all over her.

“How does it feel?”

Kyla smiles, pulling her finger out and then rubbing her clit in slow circles.

“Amazing,” she says, finally. “But it feels nothing like your mouth. I’ve never come like that before.”

My cock digs painfully into the couch as I move closer, sliding my hands across her slick thighs. She’s so soft. So damn delicate. The things I want to do to her…

“Never?”

Kyla pauses, her hand still against her folds as she stares at me.

“You’re my first.”

My head spins. My heart stops. I can’t breathe as my fingers dig into her legs.

“Stone?”

It sounds like she’s across the room. Like I’m underwater. I stare at her in disbelief. The first to make her come? The first to be with her? The first…

“No one’s made you come before?” I rasp, finally coming back.

She nods. “I’ve never been with anyone before.” She swallows. “Intimately.”

The world spins around me. The storm outside has nothing on what’s going on in my head. “No,” I say, shaking my head.

“Stone?”

The expression on her face drops. The light in her eyes fades. No. No, no, no. She has no idea.

“No,” I repeat, the couch creaking as I shift my weight on top of her. She sighs as my body pins her hand against her, and I brush a stray strand of hair off her face. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe you’ve never been… you’re perfect, Kyla.” I stroke her cheeks, thumb her lips, and brush her brows. “You’re a damn miracle, and I…” I swallow but the lump in my throat refuses to budge until it finally comes out.

“I love you. I know it’s crazy. I know it’s fast. But I’ve known from the moment I laid eyes on you. It’s bone-deep. Unshakeable. I love you, and I can’t hold it in any longer.”

It comes out in one long breath because once I opened my mouth, I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t keep it in. And as I stare at my girl, all I can hope for is that she feels the same.

Her head dips briefly, but when her eyes meet mine as she smiles, I know my answer. I know my life has just begun.

“You realize that I believe in Bigfoot, Nessie, Mothman, and all the other cryptids around the world, right?” She pauses and then strokes my beard. “What I’m trying to say is that I don’t think it’s crazy at all. I’ve felt it too. I… I love you, Stone.”

The last remaining tension in my body melts. The heavens open up. Angels sing. If Bigfoot exists, he’s out there with the rest of the cryptids howling at the moon at Kyla’s declaration.

“Say it again,” I rasp, cupping her cheek and brushing her lips with my thumb. “Tell me.”

Her blush deepens. “I love you.”

“Again,” I rasp, lowering my head into the crook of her neck, kissing her softly as my cock slides against her slick folds.

Kyla moans as I press against her, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her as I lick her neck and nip at her skin.

“I love you.”

A growl rattles in my chest, and I start thrusting harder against her, beginning to lose control.

“There are no sexier words than that,” I rasp into her ear.

“Fuck me,” she moans into mine.

“I take that back.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles behind my back as she grinds against me.

“I need you inside me.”

How could a man be so lucky? She tore into my life like a damn hurricane, wrecking everything I thought I knew about myself. I thought I’d be happy up here, living my life alone on the mountain. Simple but fulfilling. But Kyla made quick work of that. There’s no future here unless it’s with her.

“I'll grab a condom,” I rasp, pushing against the couch, hoping to hell I still have one somewhere.

“No,” Kyla breathes, refusing to unhook her legs from my waist. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve never been with anyone.”

I swallow. “It’s been a long time for me. Never slept around.”

“I trust you,” she says, stroking my face. “I want you. Need you.”

I stare at her, taking in the beauty of her, still in disbelief that I’ll be her first and last.

“I’ll take it slow. I’ll ease into it for you.”

She bites her lip. “Okay.”

I kiss her, soft and slow but the longer my lips are on hers, the more of her taste is in my mouth, the less control I have over myself. Our kiss turns rough. It’s wild as my tongue swipes against hers, hungry and searching in her mouth.

She whimpers against my lips as I start grinding against her. I’m not sure if I can be gentle. Fuck . I break the kiss, panting as her soft chest, damp with sweat heaves against mine.

“Should take you to our bed. You don’t want your first time here.”

She smiles. “In candlelight? With you? I want you right here. I want you right now. And if you’re not inside me soon…”

I smile. “You’ll what?”

“I might take things into my own hands.”

“Yeah?”

She nods.

“You need this?” I rasp, stroking my cock against her opening as her grip around my waist slackens.

“Yes,” she moans, eyes rolling back before she stares at me hazily.

“You want me to be your first?” I rub my tip against her, slick and warm. It feels fucking incredible.

“Mhmm,” she mutters, biting her lip as her nails dig into my back again.

“I have to tell you something.”

“What?” she breathes.

“I lied.”

Her eyes flare and I kiss her harshly, ferociously as I capture her protests with my mouth before she relents, dragging her fingers through my hair.

“I can’t be gentle,” I say, my lips brushing against her with every syllable. “I can’t control myself once I’m inside you.”

“Don’t,” she says. “Just fuck me. Just— ohfuck!”

She yanks on my hair as I finally press myself inside of her. If there’s heaven on earth, it’s my cock lodged inside of my girl. I let out a guttural groan as I collapse against her and breathe in her scent.

“Stone,” she moans against my skin as her hands drop to my shoulder. “You’re so big.”

I retreat and then push, repeating until I’m halfway inside.

“And you’re so fucking tight. So wet. So perfect.”

I hook an arm beneath her, pushing us up with one hand as I reposition us on the couch. Her back lands roughly against the couch, and it lurches against the wood floor as I thrust.

My arms and body cage her against the couch as I thrust, long and slow, relishing the way she grips my cock. “You feel fucking amazing.”

She grips my back as her breath leaves her lips in staccato bursts following each thrust. Her eyes are sealed shut as her head lolls side to side. I reach over, grab her chin, and then kiss her greedily. I need her taste on my lips, fucking her mouth with my tongue as I claim her pussy.

“Stone,” she gasps, when I finally release her.

“How’s it feel, sweet girl?”

I drag my palm down her cheek, across her neck. Her moans deepen as I mold my hand across her breast, arching her back against the couch.

“So good. Full. Like you were made for me.”

I thought my cock was hard before, but once I see her perfect globes bouncing as I pump into her, I’m harder than my namesake. I’m driving into her and she's taking it. Milking me. Those little moans and squeals—the way she urges me with her heels and hips and hands, dragging across my arms. She’s loving it as much as I am.

“This can’t be your first time. Taking my cock like this. Perfect fucking fit.”

She smiles, nails dragging across my skin again. I like the pain. It feels raw and animalistic. Two beasts pawing at each other and staking their claim. Bloody me up, sweet girl. Make it known that I’m yours.

“It is.” She draws her fingers down my chest, resting against my abs. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle you.” Her palms flatten against me. “All of you.”

I lower myself closer to her, as I feel my self-control slipping away with each passing second.

“But you did.” I kiss her head, thrusting inside her harder and faster. “You are.” I hook my arms under her arms and then lift her off the ground. I spin, sitting back down as the couch slides against the ground. By the time we’re done, we’ll have fucked to the front door.

“Ride me. Let me see you milk my cock.” I fist her tits, shoving my face into them before taking each one into my mouth. I fall backward, staring up at perfection as I fix my hands on her hips, helping her as she rides my cock. “Fucking natural,” I rasp, my fingers digging into her soft skin.

“So deep,” she moans. “So full. So…” She cups her breasts and I swear I’m going to spill. She’s riding me so hard, panting and moaning and sweating.

“So… Stone ,” she cries, eyes jerking to mine.

I reach up, gripping the back of her neck as I lose control, pumping into her as I feel her clench against me. Everything falls away once I hear her come. Feel her come as her pussy clenches and I unleash inside her. I can’t breathe. I’m seeing lights and stars and the only thing tethering me to reality is the weight of Kyla as she wraps herself around me, shuddering as my cock continues to spill.

I groan against her damp skin. It feels like our bodies are joined as one. I’ve never felt this close to anyone before. Never thought it was possible. Never going to let her go.

She moans into my ear, aftershocks of her orgasm rolling through her as she shudders against me.

“That was unreal. Oh my god! ” she bellows into the crook of my neck before kissing me softly.

Her voice is so damn sexy. Her scent. The touch of her body. Everything. And if she keeps kissing me like that…

I tunnel my fingers through her hair and tug so I can see those lips, all soft and swollen and begging to be kissed again. Those sultry eyes brimming with need.

“That was the beginning. The start. It only gets better from here.”

“I’m not sure if my body could handle more.”

She gasps as I rock my hips against her, my cock still lodged inside her. “I think there’s nothing you can’t handle.”

“ Mmmm ,” she moans as she shoves her head back against my body, nipping at me with her teeth as she runs her hands along my arms.

My cock’s already hardening again for round two, and the way she’s grinding tells me she’s ready too.

“Sorry, you didn’t find your ghosts tonight.”

I feel her lips curl into a smile against my skin. “I think I like this better than ghost hunting.”

“The best way to spend a rainy day. And night.”

“Think you’ll have enough stamina?”

Kyla squeals and her eyes flare as I lift us off the couch and carry her to our bedroom, my cock slipping in and out with each step.

“If anyone strolls by, there’s no question they’ll think this cabin is haunted. You’ll be wailing like a banshee before the night’s over.”

Kyla snorts as her nails dig into my back.

“I like that way more than I should.”

When we cross the threshold, I set her down. “Turn around. Hands on the bed.” I take a few steps toward her and she takes a few back, her legs hitting the bed. “I don’t want to tell you again.”

“What happens if?—”

I grab her face and kiss her roughly, capturing the rest of her sentence in my mouth. Moaning. Whimpering. Needy. I bite down softly on her bottom lip as I pull away from our kiss. She’s wobbling in front of me. Out of breath.

“Hands on the bed.” It’s raspy and gruff. Flat.

Kyla complies, turning around and placing her hands on the bed. “Like this?”

I move toward her, sliding my hands across her lithe body before pressing her against the mattress. I spread her legs wider with one push of my knee.

“Good girl,” I rasp, dragging my hand down her spine before taking her ass in my hands. “Good fucking girl,” I growl, slipping inside heaven once again.