Hero (Alpha Mountain 1)

I blinked up at my ceiling, then moaned when his head drifted lower, so he could latch onto my nipple. His nose nudged my necklace. My fingers tangled in his hair. “Ford,” I breathed.

“Didn’t you?” he repeated. “Whatever you need, Blue.”

Did I want that? Something so dark and intimate, something so… carnal? That first time, when I’d done as he’d said, he’d told me he’d get a finger in my ass first, then his dick. He’d done exactly what he’d said, and I’d loved it. Pressed up against the door just a few minutes ago, I’d come so hard because he’d breached me there.

I did like it, and I could feel the nerve endings still firing. I had no idea it would feel so good. It had been a fantasy, a naughty longing, but I never expected to find a man who’d fulfill it without me feeling like a… oh my God. A slut.

But Ford was right there with me. Giving it to me because it was something he’d known I’d like. He’d tested me to see, somehow knowing how far to push me. To give me what I wanted. No, needed. He wasn’t making me out to be a slut for wanting him to fuck my ass. He was going to share this desire with me because he wanted it too.

“I… yes.”

His teeth raked over my nipple, then he lifted his head. Gave me a smile, something he rarely shared with anyone. “Good girl. Gotta do this right. Got any lube?”

“No. I have coconut oil in the bathroom.”

He arched a brow in response.

“I use it instead of lotion on my face. I put it in my hair sometimes to condition it. It’s all natural.” I had no idea why I was rambling and selling the stuff to Ford.

He shifted to his side to allow me up. “Go and spoon some into a little bowl and bring it here.”

I shivered as I raced to the kitchen then the bathroom following his orders. God, were we doing this? His cum slipped from my pussy and slid down my thigh. Yeah, we were doing this.

“I can see you thinking too hard from here,” he said.

I set the bowl on the bedside table before crawling onto the bed. He flopped onto his back with his lower legs off the bed, knees bent and feet on the floor.

“Sit on my face, Blue.”

I took in his rock-hard body. His dick curved upward to his belly, but at those words, my gaze flew up to his.

He crooked a finger.

“But, I… you, I’m dripping,” I admitted.

That smile appeared again. “Just the way I like you.”

“With your cum, Ford,” I countered.

He sighed, reached out and lifted me. Yes, lifted me. I straddled his upper torso.

“Higher,” he growled.

He wasn’t squishy or grossed out that his cum was dripping from me. I didn’t move, slightly embarrassed, but the smack on my right butt cheek had me gasping and crawling up, so I hovered over his face.

“Fuck, you smell good. I love knowing I’ve been inside you, that I’ve marked you.”

He didn’t say anything else, just used his big mountain man hands to pull me down onto his mouth. I set my hands on the bed in front of me as he—

“Oh my God,” I shouted.

He was licking up everything that slipped from me, then he found my clit with his wicked tongue. I felt fingers slipping through the wetness, then a finger… no, a thumb, curve and press into my ass.

I clenched and came. It hadn’t even been a minute, but I hadn’t been thinking, just feeling.

I hadn’t been thinking.

My skin was sweaty, my breathing ragged. I was wilted, and my clit tingled and pulsed. My head hung down, and I felt so, so good.

“Ford,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

I kept my eyes closed but felt him move, sliding down the bed and out from beneath me. I flopped down onto the bed, my knees bent underneath me.

“Stay just like that,” he said.

“Mmm,” I muttered into the blanket.

A big hand stroked down my back as I felt fingers cupping my pussy, gently sliding over the tender flesh.

I gasped and startled, my body so sensitive.

“Shh, lots of oil.”

The bed pressed down by my knees, letting me know—besides his fingers on me—where he was.

His fingers were so slick, and the tropical scent of the coconut oil mixed with the musky tang of sex.

After he worked me back up, his fingers moved to my ass and circled, then pressed.

I felt a hand press into the bed by my head, the heated contact of his chest against my back as he murmured in my ear. “You took my finger so well. I’m going to take my time now, get you good and ready. Lots of the oil. Soon you’ll be begging.”

I wasn’t sure about that, but Ford wasn’t touching me in any way I didn’t like. His fingers caressed me and stroked my body possessively. Reverently. Yet it was naughty. Filthy, the way he was circling, then pressing a finger in, working it shallow at first, then deeper. When I felt the stretch was too much, he receded completely, collecting more coconut oil for another slide into me. First it was one finger, then two.