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Two
Rachel
“OhmyLord… ahh—”I slap my hand across my own mouth to shut myself up as his chuckle tickles up the inside of my thigh. I feel less than classy as I look across the room to see my comfortable—but I like to think as respectable—travel outfit across the room on the floor. However, looking down at Mr. Charming’s blond locks messed up from my grip makes me focus less on being a hussy and more on the fact of whom I am being a hussy with. This guy ishot.I don’t know what I was expecting when he lifted his shirt up. I suppose I went into this with mediocre expectations when he offered company, but the six-pack and farmer’s tan were not included in the image I had in my head of going up to his room. He is a proper mountain man dreamboat.
The dark farmer’s tan gives the impression that the muscles aren’t from a gym; he obviously does manual labor. There’s nothing sexier than a guy with a trade. What does he do though? He’s obviously traveling but why?
“What are you thinking about? Do you want to stop?”
I’m so wrapped up in my thoughts that I find myself staring into his eyes as he lifts his head from the attention he had been all too willing and excited to show the special spot between my legs. The man is giving the best head I have no undoubtedly received in years, and as soon as he is done I’m wondering what job he does? Am I out of my mind? My job is about living in the moment and doesn’t normally have a shelf life longer than a day—a week if I’m lucky. I need to channel that energy into this moment. Just enjoy it!
“No, I’m just… It’s been a while…” I feel my face heat up. Why did I tell him that?
“Well, we better make up for that.” He lifts up and his wide frame crawls up mine, pausing only to admire my figure as he goes. “You’re stunning, you know that?” His face comes within inches of mine, watching me with a mixture of lust and curiosity.
“I don’t consider myself ugly.” I reach up to trace the arch in his eyebrow. “You’re certainly nothing cumbersome to look at.” He isn’t the pretty kind of handsome, but rugged and masculine.
I don’t see the smirk but feel it as his lips brush mine in an invitation. It’s one that I don’t hesitate in taking. His kiss is controlling and dominating but in a persuasive way that makes me want to let him take the lead and enjoy the ride.
I’ve had my share of bad kisses. The awful kind that has ended in me having to wipe my chin. This has to be one of the best—if not the best kiss—I have ever had. I don’t remember ever enjoying kissing someone this much. I can taste his beer as his tongue strokes and kneads mine.
I’m not normally one for foreplay but I’m enjoying the teasing of his hands and attention of his mouth. However, when he shimmies his jeans down and presses himself firmly between my legs, I’m more than intrigued at what is about to pop out of his boxers. He is more than happy to let me explore when I pull away from his kiss. We roll so I’m on top, and he watches me perch on his knees. He looks so relaxed, considering we met an hour ago. It’s weird to think that we seem to have the comfort of lifelong friends mixed with the excitement of new lovers.
Sliding the material of his underwear out of the way reveals what surely must be Goldilock’s cock. It doesn’t look too big or too small. He looks just right.
“Will that do?” His cockiness is amusing. At least he has the package to back it up. There’s nothing worse than a cocky man that can’t follow through on his promises.
I don’t say a word as I crawl up his body to align our most intimate of places. Seeing what I’m about to do, he lifts himself up so he can bring our faces closer.
The carefree feeling of the moment seems to fade as I sink down, finding myself more surprised with every inch. Has it been too long since I last had sex? Is that why it feels so insanely good? I find myself unable to even make a sound other than breathe as I rock on him for a moment, trying to get my bearings. He looks likes he is experiencing the same thing as his hands grip my hips so hard I’m sure he’s unaware he is doing it.
“Fucking hell, Rach.” He looks scared to move as his gaze stays locked on my breasts. “That feelswaytoo good.”
The sound of his voice intensifies the feeling, and it suddenly becomes impossible to stay still. I use the bend of his neck to bring him closer as I set a steady rhythm fast enough to satisfy the hunger for friction but slow enough for it to not be over too quickly. I don’t want this to end too soon. This is euphoric.
Our bodies seem to mold together in a way that makes moving on him easy and effortless. There’s nothing awkward about this hookup.
His name becomes a chant from my lips as the orgasm grows closer. “Tully… Tully…” My hands grasp as much they can reach. His skin is perfectly smooth beneath my fingertips.
He seals the deal with a kiss as his body begins to jerk faster beneath me, just as his name burns into a consuming rush of pleasure. I don’t know who this guy is, but I sure as heck hope we are going to do that again.
Three
Tully
“And she just left?” Marcus chips the ball with an iron, trying to get the ball back onto the green. There was no way I was going to partake in chasing a little white ball around some artistic fields. I’m quite happy watching from the sidelines and just carrying a bag instead. When my sister said I had to be involved, she never said how much or instructed a certain role.
“I woke up, and she was gone.” I follow him, more worried about the fact I don’t even have this girl’s number than his golf score.
The golf course is probably the best thing about this place with such beautiful views of the mountains. My sister has struck gold with what she has done to this place.
“And you are upset about this?” He looks confused as he comes over to take a putter out of the bag to replace his iron. My own confusion must be evident on my face; has he not been listening? This was the best sex I have ever had and she disappears without a word. “There’s nothing worse than a clingy bird after a hookup.”
“Yes, there is. One that disappears when you really want to see her again.” He isn’t going to understand. We have always gotten along so well because we both prefer a simple life of occasional sex, outdoor life, and living a low-key lifestyle.
“Dude, you’re not the dating type. You’ve got a better relationship with your ax than you do with a human.” Ouch. Thank you.
“Well, now that just might make me cry.” I watch him taking his time lining up the shot. I wonder how long it is going to be before I can leave. I know I have to see my sister before I can leave; she won’t forgive me otherwise. Although I can’t lie, I have an ulterior motive. She’s my only chance of seeing Rachel. Rachel will be staying here; my sister can arrange for us to bump into each other. It’s so busy that it’s going to have to be in the right place at the right time otherwise, and I don’t consider myself to be that lucky.
