6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

Like an animal in heat.

“If you’re still wondering, I’d be happy to show you,” he said.

My eyes hooked onto his from above the rim of the glass and I chugged my wine while I held his stare. I could feel my entire body shaking with anticipation as Owen cocked his head to the side, pulled out his wallet, and threw a few twenty-dollar bills onto the table.

Business must’ve been going well for him.

He held out his hand for me as I set the glass of wine down. He practically dragged me back to his truck, the snow falling down upon us heavier than I’d seen it in years. We were covered in the powdered substance by the time the two of us hopped into his truck and he drove us into an alleyway just before I pounced onto him.

Our lips met with a fire that ignited my bones and, soon, the windows were steaming even as the snow coated the outside of his truck. His lips were all over mine, our tongues raking across one another’s while we drank each other down. His strong, calloused hands were gripping my hips, grinding my heated pussy onto his raging cock while I raked my hands through his dark brown hair. His beard tickled my skin as his lips trailed down to my neck and I giggled into his skin while he growled into mine.

He shoved my shirt up, eyeing my tits while his fingertips danced around the hem of my yoga pants. I could feel his lips grazing across my skin, pulling moans from my throat as I spilled into my panties.

And I knew Owen smelled it.

“Holy fuck, Kyra,” he said darkly. “Your smell…”

He pulled my bra down, popping my tits from their confines. His lips wrapped around them and sucked deep, allowing my back to arch over his steering wheel. In that very moment, he had the perfect angle to slip his hand between my legs and he took it.

I felt his rough fingers part my dripping pussy folds and, in an instant, the pad of his thumb was placed upon my clit.

“Please, Owen,” I said breathlessly. “Please, oh please.”

“Please what?” he asked into my skin.

“Please make me come. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he asked.

I rose up and looked at him, his heated eyes connecting with mine. He looked like a wild animal that had his prey exactly where he wanted it and I shook in his lap as his thumb slowly began to move. I jolted and moaned, my forehead dipping into his as he released my nipple. He lapped at the other one, feeling my hips rock into his hands before his lips found the shell of my ear.

“I’ll hold you to that promise,” he said, whispering.

His tongue dragged my earlobe between his teeth and I was done for.

His other hand came up to rub my stiffened nipples, tweaking and pulling on them as I rode his hand toward my orgasm. His thumb felt so good and his fingertips were teasing my swelling entrance. I could feel my juices pouring into the palm of his hand while his tongue played against the swell of the side of my neck. I peppered his face in kisses, suckling on a patch of his skin right at his pulse point, just as his thumb picked up its pace.

Soon, I couldn’t see anything but bursting silver stars as I reached my climax.

“Owen! Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Just like that.”

The windows were so fogged up that we were beginning to drip with sweat. Condensation was running down the windows while the snow melted upon his truck, and in that very moment, all I could think about was feeling him inside of me again. I watched his free hand fall from my breast, his lips encompassing mine as I heard him undo his zipper.

His cock came tumbling out and it was thicker than I remembered it being.

I shivered in anticipation but just as we started working my pants off, my phone rang. I glanced around for it as it lit up on the floor, vibrating around as I watched the tip of Owen’s cock leak out.

“Fuck,” I said breathlessly. “Hold on.”

I bent down and didn’t recognize the number and, for a split second, I thought about ignoring it. But Owen grabbed my wrist and held the phone to my ear, his eyes prompting me to pick it up.

And I’m so glad his gut knew better than mine in that moment.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Kyra Lancaster?” the familiar voice asked.

“Yes? Who is this?”