Page 2 of The Mountain Man's Secret Santa
I reach for one of the cookies, as Icelyn’s eyes track my every move. “What are you going to do with that?”
“Looks like you have some cream for me to dip my cookie into.” I run the cookie between her legs, gathering as much of her wetness as I can before bringing it to my lips for a huge bite. “Delicious.” I moan around the mouth full of cookie and her cream. “Cookies and cream, my favorite.” I set the half-eaten cookie back on the counter to concentrate on Icelyn.
“Granger,” she moans as I dip my head between her thighs and drink directly from the source. I could spend hours between her legs and never get tired of her taste. She thrusts her hips, pushing my tongue deeper into her pussy. “Yes, Granger. Right there. Whatever you do, don’t stop touching me like that.”
Nothing could pull me away from giving this beautiful woman pleasure. I slip a finger into her wet heat, finding her incredibly tight. I stop licking and glance at her from between her legs, “Are you a virgin, Icelyn?”
She moans, her hips thrust toward my face, seeking my tongue. “Why did you stop? I was so close.”
“Answer me, Icelyn. Are you a virgin?” Not that it matters to me--I’m a virgin too. I never wanted anyone like this until I met Icelyn.
“Yes. Now put your mouth back on me.”
I should stop and take her somewhere special, or at least to a bed. I never thought about how my first time would go, but Ihave to believe women would want it in a bed, not on a counter in a bakery.
Trying not to overanalyze it too much, I decide to finish getting her off with my mouth. After she comes, we’ll talk about what comes next.
Lowering my head back between her thighs, I run my tongue from hole to clit, taking extra time on the little nubbin peeking out at the top of her pussy while I gently pump my fingers in and out of her body. Her body tightens as her inner muscles squeeze my fingers, her release coating my fingers, hand, and beard. “That’s it, Icey. Come for me.” I lick her through her orgasm, intending to stop after she is done, but to my surprise, she pushes herself into a sitting position, reaches for my belt buckle, and begins to free my cock from my pants. “Wait, baby. We don’t have to go any farther.”
“No, Granger. I don’t want to stop. I want to feel you inside of me.” She presses her lips to mine, licking across the seam of my mouth. I’m powerless to disobey her. Instead of pushing her away, I deepen the kiss just for a moment before taking what we both want.
Her words are my undoing, as I finish freeing myself and slide my shaft into her wet core. “Fuck, you feel so good.” I gently push her back onto the stainless steel counter and begin to pump inside of her with long, deep strokes.
She arches her back as her body welcomes each one of my thrusts like some sacrificial baking goddess. I glance down between our bodies, watching my cock breach her body hardand fast almost makes me come. Closing my eyes, I hold off my orgasm. I slip my hand between our bodies, finding that little nubbin again, stroking it hard and fast like the pace I’m keeping inside her body.
“Yes!” she shouts through the small kitchen as her inner walls squeeze me tight, causing my balls to pulse seconds before I shout my own release and come inside her welcoming heat.
It takes a few minutes for our bodies to settle down. During that time, I watch Icelyn’s beautiful face glowing with the afterglow of our lovemaking, and I realize we never discussed birth control, nor did I use a condom. I carefully ease out of her body, already missing the tight, hot sensation of being inside her, and help lower her back to the ground until her feet touch the floor.
“That was definitely a health code violation.” She laughs, straightening her skirt.
The truth hits me hard, making me step back. “I’m sorry, Icelyn. That was a mistake. We never should have had sex—I never should have taken your virginity on a stainless-steel counter.” It might have been intense, but I can’t let her think I forced her, using my authority as a food inspector who holds her bakery’s fate in my hands—whether she passes inspection or not. "It was my first time, too," I add as an afterthought.
“Oh, well, I um, should probably get the counter cleaned before I get that code violation.” She takes a step toward the sink, but I grab her waist, pulling her back to me until she’s facing me with little space between our bodies.
“I came inside you bare. Are you on birth control?” The shocked look on her face is all the answer I need. “Okay, well, if you do end up pregnant, you’ll tell me, won’t you? I’ll do the right thing and take care of you and our baby.” There’s nothing I want more than to have a family with Icelyn, but after the way I took her virginity on the cold stainless-steel counter, I wouldn’t blame her if she hated me.
I’ll give her space to process what just happened before I make my next move. I knew I shouldn’t have come here tonight. I only have two more weeks before my sister returns from maternity leave to reclaim her job. My online wood carving business keeps me busy, and with flexible hours, I was able to fill in for my sister. I’m glad I did, or I never would have met Icelyn.
“Um, no, I’m not on birth control. But it’s not the right time for me to get pregnant.” Her voice sounds hollow. I curse myself for not sticking to my plan of waiting to ask her out until I was done working as a food inspector — it felt like a conflict of interest to date her while I was also in charge of whether her bakery stayed open. What should have been special now feels wrong.
“I’m really sorry, Icelyn. What I did was unprofessional. If you would like to report me to my superior, I would understand.” She slow blinks, as if she doesn’t quite know what I'm talking about, so I elaborate. “If you think I took advantage of you because I hold the power to shut down your bakery, you should contact my superior.”
“I didn’t until you said it.” Her face turns a sickly shade of white. “I think you should go.”
I open my mouth to argue when a knock on the back door interrupts our discussion. It’s Jack, the heating and cooling guy. Despite Icelyn’s request to leave, I stay, because I won’t leave her alone with Jake, while my cum drips out of her body, and my baby might be growing inside her.
It isn’t until Jake finishes fixing the air conditioner and I’ve walked Icelyn home in silence that I think about the possibility of starting a family with Icelyn.
three
Icelyn
Two Months Later
“What is he doinghere?” I can’t help grouching at my sister Autumn when I see Granger at our friend Jessa’s wedding reception.
Damn, he looks good in black jeans and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It even looks like hetrimmed his beard. My trader's heart beats faster as I remember the last time I saw him, when we had sex in my bakery.
