Fake Vow (For Now) (Big Men of Blue Mountain 2)

“I could do that.”

“After all,” I say with a smirk, “if you stay, there’s more where that came from.”

She smiles, chest still heaving. “I think more might actually kill me.”

“We’ll get some food in you and take a break before we start again. In my bed.”

Her pussy squeezes me in response, and I hiss out a breath. Fuck, she’s so tight that I love it. God, just imagining what it would be like to be inside her bare has me hardening again.

Slowly, I pull out of her. Gently. I’m big enough that it could hurt, and Rose moans as I pull away, fingers digging into my arms. I’ve never dealt with a condom so fast in my life, because I want to be back with her in that bed.

I take my time when I pull her back to me, drawing my hands down her body. Smoothing her skin and watching the goosebumps form. “So am I still just eye candy?”

She laughs. “No. You’re eye candy with a very talented tongue and cock.”

“Good to know.”

Rose hums softly. A purely contented sound. She’s relaxed into me, absolutely no tension in her body. I spread my fingers across her stomach. My hand is large enough that it covers most of it. “You know how easy it would be to reach down and just—”

Rose turns over so she’s facing me. “You’ve already made me come more in a single day than I ever have. Congratulations, you have the record.”

Now that she’s facing me, it’s even easier. “Records are made to be broken.”

“Asher.”

I slide my hand slowly down between her legs, and she doesn’t stop me. Her pussy is still hot. Wet enough to make my fingers slip. Her breath stops entirely when I touch her. Completely still.

“Just breathe,” I tell her.

“I can’t.”

I press my mouth to hers. It might not help with her breathing, but I can’t stop myself. And I fucking love the little gasp she makes when I slip two fingers inside her and circle her clit with my thumb.

Soft and slow. It won’t take long.

“I’m glad you’re staying,” I say, still moving my fingers. “There are all kinds of things that we can do together.”

“Ohhhh….” Rose’s eyes flutter closed, her hands reaching for me, trying to find something to hold on to.

“You, riding me,” I say. “Or me getting to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Through the glaze of pleasure in her eyes, she looks at me. “You barely fit in my pussy. I’ll be lucky if I can even fit my mouth around you.”

“No,” I say, still moving, gently finding that rough spot inside her and massaging it. She shudders. I have her now. “I’ll teach you how to take it all. And then I’ll enjoy watching the outline of my cock in your throat.”

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers in response to my words. She likes that idea. I like it too. And more words spring to my mind—I want to drive her wild.

“I could tie your hands behind your back and sit you on my face so I can suck your clit for hours.”

“Oh….”

She’s squirming on my hand now, but I don’t speed up my movements. The same gentle thrusts, the same slow circles around her clit. Half of this orgasm is going to be her mind and all the things she’s imagining with me.

“Or if you like, I can blindfold you, so you never know where I’m going to touch you next. Tease you until you’re so wet that you’re dripping on my sheets. And still not let you come until I’m good and ready.”

She groans, pushing her face into my shoulder. “Go fuck yourself.”

“In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear, I’d much rather fuck you.” I press my lips to her ear and feel her shiver. “Just imagine being mine for a while, Rose. Forgetting everyone and everything and letting me have my way with you. Over and over. When I’m done, you’ll have forgotten what it’s like to not be drowning in pleasure.”

Rose’s body goes taut, and wetness covers my hand. Her hips move, blindly seeking more of my fingers, but I keep them slow, let her fuck her way through her orgasm. She’s clinging to me and shaking. “You’re too fucking good at that.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t think my legs will hold me up right now,” she says.

I smirk. “Then I’ve done my job.”

Rose flops back onto the pillow. “You’ve convinced me.”

“To stay?”

“To stay. But I’m going to need some dry clothes.”

I laugh. “Fair enough.” Outside, the rain has lessened. My clothes are already soaked anyway, and I could use some dry clothes. “I’ll go get you something to wear and toss your clothes in the dryer. You rest until you think your legs can work again.”

“I don’t know if that will ever happen,” she mutters, and I laugh.