Page 18 of Admiring the Mountain Man
“Trust me,” he interrupts, voice rough. He motions toward me with his hands, urging me to do as I’m told. “Don’t make me beg.”
A nervous laugh escapes me, and my eyes drift toward his cock. “Fine. But I want to taste you, too.”
He curses again, his brows pinching together as he considers my stipulation. Soon, he nods.
“Whatever it takes. I’m dying, here.” Reaching out for me, he tugs me right where I need to be.
Letting him maneuver me into place—knees bracketing his shoulders, my weight carefully balanced, I suddenly feel more exposed than ever. The second I hover over him, his grip tightens, dragging me down until heat meets his mouth in one slow, deliberate lick.
Hayes Foster is an impatient man. He’s also on a mission to make me fall apart.
Panting against his hip, I hardly even get a chance to take in his cock before his tongue is plunging inside, tasting me at the source of my heat. Despite jerking at the contact, his fingers dig into my body, holding me in place.
A moan spills from my lips as his tongue drags over me slowly and deliberately, and for a second, I lose all thought. My hips jerk against his mouth, but I force myself to focus, blinking through the haze of pleasure.
Then I see it—his cock, thick and flushed, straining between us. My fingers curl around him on instinct, and the heat of his skin sears my grip. Even like this, he’s relentless. I squeeze him, relishing the way his breath hitches, the way his entire body tenses beneath me like a live wire.
His hips buck into my hand, and I watch, half-lidded, as the glossy head swells under my touch. Precum beads at the slit, slicking my strokes, turning each drag of my palm into a blur.
I want to taste him, Ido.But when he sucks my clit between his lips, I’m seeing stars.
“You’re making this hard.” Another moan escapes me as his body vibrates with a chuckle. I can’t be mad, not while I’m suddenly feeling the stretch of something new.
He’s working a finger inside while his tongue remains where I’m most sensitive.
“Kelsie, I want to come just from tasting you.” Hayes’ voice is wrecked, his breath searing against my thighs. “Trust me, you’re making this impossible.”
The words unravel me. His tongue drags slowly and filthy over my clit, then flattens in broad strokes as he crookstwofingers inside, stretching me just shy of too much. My hips jerk, but he pins me down with his free hand, holding me still for his mouth, like I’m something to savor.
I can’t focus on giving him pleasure. Not while he’s being ruthless.
I whimper, my grip on his cock faltering as pleasure riots through me. Every lick sends sparks up my spine, every suck pulls me closer to the edge. My thighs tremble, toes curling into the sheets as I grind against his mouth, chasing it—
Then his teeth graze me, lightly, and I break.
“Hayes—!”
My orgasm crashes without warning, a white-hot wave that locks my muscles tight. I arch, gasping, as he works me throughit—tongue relentless, fingers pumping—until I’m shuddering, oversensitive, my hands fisting in the sheets.
Only then does he slow, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh like a promise. “That,” he rasps, “was fucking perfect.”
“That was cheating.” Fighting not to jerk as my walls twitch around nothing, the pleasure simmers. “You didn’t even let me get my mouth near you.”
Carefully moving off of him, I catch him grinning. Looking so pleased with himself, he makes my heart soar, confirming my feelings for him.
I love this man. I have no doubt he loves me just as much.
“I won’t deny your claims.” He shifts so he can sit up against the headboard. “It’ll never be about me with you. Any chance you’ll let me make you feel good, I’m going to go all the way out. Every single time.”
I shiver at the promise in his voice, even more when his hands find his thighs. He pats his legs, offering me a better place to sit.
“Are you satisfied, or do you want to keep going?”
Answering his question by crawling in his direction, my thighs tremble.
“I don’t have a condom. You?” His brows furrow deeply as I shake my head. “We can wait if you’re worried—”
“Hayes.” I drag his name out as I settle onto his lap.
