Page 10 of Mountain Man's Mail Order Mix-Up
I probably sucked at this, but he’d understand. It was my first time at any of it. No way could I be an expert at dirty talk.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” he said. “But first, take off that dress.”
I stood, my hands trembling again, and lifted off the dress. He’d seen part of me—the bottom part—up close and personal. But I’d never shown my breasts to a man before.
I took a deep breath and jerked the dress up over my head, letting it fall to the floor. Then I just looked silly, wearing a bra and nothing else. So I reached back and unclasped it, closing my eyes as I bared my full body to him.
“Whoa,” he said.
The tone of his voice popped my eyes open. There was definite appreciation there—even if “whoa” wasn’t the word I would’ve expected. But “whoa” had to be a good thing, right?
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said. “Most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. How is it possible you’re all mine?” He seemed to catch himself and rushed to say, “My new server, anyway. Well, if I choose to hire you, that is.”
That last part was said in a businesslike tone, similar to the way he’d been speaking earlier. It was part of the act.
“Your turn,” I said. “Unzip those pants.”
That felt weird to say, but it did the trick. He gave a nod, then unfastened his jeans and lowered his zipper. He pulled both his jeans and underwear down, and for the second time, his cock sprang out. But this time, I’d do more than touch it.
This time, he was all mine.
I walked around the desk, not even waiting to be invited. He swiveled his chair to face me as I came around the side. I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection. He was so big and so very hard.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
As he sat, resting his arms on each armrest with his jeans and underwear around his thighs, he said, “I want you to suck my cock. I want you to take me in as deep as you can.”
I stepped closer and knelt, but there was a problem. I couldn’t get close enough. So, not taking my eyes off his erection, I tugged his jeans all the way to his ankles. Then I moved between them, settling my knees on the blanket his pants and underwear provided.
I finally lifted my gaze to his face as I wrapped my hand around him and stroked, going all the way down, then back up again, taking in the tip and going to the base. Finally, I lowered my head and snaked out my tongue, lapping up the moisture that had formed on his tip. He moaned. When I looked up, his eyes were closed, his breathing heavy.
A surge of power flashed through me. The game we’d been playing was forgotten as I took him as deep as I could go, using my hand, my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. I wasn’t sure if I was even doing it right, but it felt instinctual. And his moans indicated I was on the right track.
Finally, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You have to stop. I’m going to come.”
I didn’t see anything wrong with that, but yeah, I wouldn’t lose my virginity this way. So I pushed myself to a standing position, then waited for instructions on what to do next.
I thought he might pull me onto the chair with him, but instead, he gestured toward the desk. “Have a seat.”
I wasn’t sure how to make that work, but he helped by lifting me onto the surface, settling me near the edge. Then he parted my legs and lowered his head, running his tongue over each of my nipples.
I braced myself on my palms behind me and tilted my head to the ceiling, savoring every second of the feel of his tongue on me. When I felt his thumb on my clit, I almost lost it right then and there. Sensations exploded inside me. For the first time, I realized it was possible I could come again.
It seemed too soon, but I was already feeling that slow buildup. All that would change when he slid inside me. Losing my virginity would be painful. Friends—and the internet—had prepared me for that.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I looped my legs around his waist, tugging him toward me. “Fuck me.”
I’d never said anything like that before. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it, but his expression darkened and his mouth twitched, like he was fighting a smile. He definitely liked it. I noted that for future reference.
His smile promptly vanished as he focused on inching his way inside me, not going too deep. His eyes were on my face the whole time, checking to make sure it wasn’t painful.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on his thumb moving over my clit. It felt so good, I could almost forget how painful the other part was.
It was all for a good reason because soon, I’d no longer be a virgin. More importantly, I’d have lost my virginity to West. Icouldn’t think of anyone I’d rather give it to. It made me happier than anything I could imagine.
After finally working through the pain, I dared to open my eyes and look at him. He was staring down at me, his jaw tense, his hips thrusting gently. I wanted to tell him to go deeper, but that would be painful, so I bit my lip and focused on the sight of him. It turned me on even more than his touch.
