Page 60 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

Beau seemed pleased with that answer.

He made a big deal of showing me how much lube he was using, both on the dildo itself and on my ass. He was careful as he touched the tip to my hole.

“I’m not made of glass. Do it.” Yeah, I was not above begging. “Please.”

He leaned forward, kissing one of the dimples above my cheeks. Then, slowly, slowly, slipped the dildo inside. “How’s that?”

He’d done a good job stretching me, but this was … Jesus. How the hell was I supposed to fit his actual cock inside me?

“Intense. Good.”

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asked. “Do you think you can relax a little more?”

Not if you’re gonna keep calling me sweetheart, for fuck’s sake.

“Have you met me?” I joked through gritted teeth.

He kissed the other dimple and pulled the dildo almost all the way out before reversing course and pushing it back in. He did this a few times, and slowly but surely, my muscles relaxed. And it began to feel better. Weird and kinda … not as good as his fingers? But good.

“You are so beautiful,” he said as he gently rogered me.

“Well, I’m feeling pretty vulnerable, so…” I joked.

“Vulnerable, but … okay?” he asked. “Like, it feels good?”

“Yeah…” I let my head hang. I needed to focus.

He stopped. “You don’t sound so sure.”

I looked over my shoulder. He looked concerned and so fucking sexy. Like in a protective way. He raised his brow.

Oh, communication, right.

“I mean … it’s not quite the right texture, maybe? Or temperature? But it still feels nice.”

“What would make it feel better?”

I huffed out a laugh. “Probably if it were your cock.”

“Ah,” he said, sliding it out.

Shit. I think I just ruined this whole thing. Also, why do I feel so fucking empty?

I leaned forward on my forearms and wiggled my ass at him. “I didn’t say you had to stop!”

He grabbed a cheek, shaking it. “I’m not stopping.”

“No?”

“Put it to you this way: after what you did to me, I shouldn’t be able to get it up for at least another three business days,” he whispered roughly. “But with your ass on display like this, I’m hard all over again.”

I whipped around to see for myself. Sure enough, there was his erection, bobbing. Huge. Mouth-watering.

“So, if you wanna…” He gestured to his cock, which struck me as funny.

“We’ll make it fit.”

I could not believe those words fell out of my mouth. Who the fuck was I?