Page 69 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

He shook his head. “This’s quicker,” he said, sounding impatient.

Like maybe he was still short-circuiting from what I’d done to him earlier. Continuing to finger-fuck himself, he leaned forward and kissed me, plundering me with his tongue.

I was already floating on a wave of bliss by the time he was ready. He slicked himself a bit more, then grabbed my cock and aimed it toward his hole. Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself onto me.

I was unprepared for the shock of heat from his body. My mouth dropped open, and I panted, letting my head fall back onto the pillow.

He rolled his hips a few times, and it was—sweet baby Jesus—everything. I pulled him toward me, needing his mouth on me. Drowning in his sex-high smile and his perfect, beautiful muscles, especially the fact that he didn’t have a flat six-pack. That his thighs and ass were thick. And currently making a wreck of me.

He was also ungodly tight, especially now as he clenched around me, milking me. The roll of his hips was like butter. I adjusted my angle, just a little, and his eyes flew open.

“Right there, Clark. Right.There.”

I tilted my hips, maintained the angle, and pulsed upward with small thrusts. He started to babble in curses, incantations.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come all over you.”

He said it like a warning, but I needed it more than I’d have ever thought.

“I want you to.”

I stroked him with a lubed hand, over and over again.

Moments later, he erupted. His cum hit my chest with a dull splat, and he shivered, the sensation working its way down my shaft. His ass had a stranglehold on me, and I didn’t ever want it to let go. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head, andhe kept going, going until finally I couldn’t hold back another second longer.

I ejaculated into the condom. The meticulous side of me liked the easy cleanup of condoms, but this sensual side that he’d brought out in me loved the cum play. If this weren’t casual, if he were mine, we’d never wear condoms. Ever.

As my breathing and heart rates finally came down from the ceiling, the ugly reality of our situation came to a head.

I already didn’t know how I was gonna make it through tomorrow, and especially the night, without being able to hold him.

This was gonna be torture.

Chapter 20

Beau

Clark had a cute ass. It was especially adorable bumping up and down on Betty, who decided that she was sweet on my man. I mean, yes, the majestic mountains. The evergreens. The gorgeous blue skies with their puffy, white clouds. The wide-open vistas.

Go, Colorado.

I used to ache at the beauty of it all, and now I only ached for Clark. I was so ridiculously smitten that I resented the presence of other people, which was a problem, since I was supposed to be Colt’s co-lead.

Time to refocus on the trail.

To be fair, the day had gone well so far. I wasn’t initially on board with Colt’s suggestion to add a test ride prior to the overnights, but beyond ensuring that the young ones could keep up, it had allowed us to better see our riders’ weaknesses prior to taking them hours out into the back country.

The ride up into the foothills of Snow Creek Mountain had gone smoothly as well—the weather held out, no one fell off their horse, and I didn’t drag Clark from his saddle to fuck him against a tree.

Win-win.

We even got to the campsite early. Miguel and I spent nearly an hour setting up tents with Stevie’s dads. Colt and Stevie set up the high line and took care of the horses, while Connor and Cynthia’s parents oversaw their brood, making sure everyone got snacks and water before they set out to explore on their own.

Speaking of exploring, Miguel and River had already disappeared into the woods. Which … I didn’t have the heart to go after them. Besides, since this was a larger trail ride with three families and lots of moving parts, we decided it’d be more appropriate for River and Clark to share their tent, while Miguel, Colt, and I would stay in our own tents tonight.

I hated it.

Clark hated it.