Avery
Remember being a kid and falling asleep on a long car ride home? You’d wake up just before you got there, and it would take a moment to get your bearings, remember exactly where you were.
I recall the cozy comfort of being so small in such a large back seat. The safe hug of the seat belt holding me adrift as my body sunk forward, nodding off.
It’s almost that feeling again right now. The dopey, child-like exhaustion. The intrinsic knowing that I’m so close to home, I have to stay awake—even when all I want to do is drift back into sleep.
The only difference is that my entire body is frozen in the cold like an icicle, and instead of a seat belt, I’m encapsulated by Jack’s hot, unrelenting warmth.
The man’s skin is burning. He’s not just warm—he’s almost feverish when it comes to how hot his skin feels pressed against mine.
My naked body is gooseflesh from head to toe. I can even feel the cold in my bones.
I burrow against him, finding a place where my body fits against his, seeking to possess his warmth.
My head goes just beneath his chin. I can feel the thick, wiry hairs of his beard scratch against my scalp like a boar-bristle brush as he tucks his chin over me, locking me into place.
In the crook of his collarbone, I settle my cold little nose and my trembling lips. My breath against him there forms a little pocket of humidity. It allows me to regain a little feeling to my stinging cheeks and wind burnt face.
My freezing fingers, swollen and bright pink and chilled through, I tuck beneath his arms. Jack has thick, dense hair that covers the surface of his armpits, but to my surprise, it’s oddly soft. I wind my fingers into its warmth, bringing the smell of Jack’s sweat and musk all around me.
He smells good. No, he smells better than good. This isn’t a Calvin Klein sampler gift bag at fashion week.
Jack is a man.
All man.
I know basic biology. I’ve heard of pheromones before. But there’s a difference between knowing and understanding, and suddenly, inhaling Jack’s scent, I understand completely.
There’s something inside me, some cavewoman part of my brain, that’s broadcasting the message to the rest of my body that Jack isn’t just a source of warmth right now. That maybe, if I’m good and sweet and grateful to him for his daring rescue, he might be a source of something else—something more promising.
Now my body twists against him with newfound purpose. I shove my breasts against his ribs, feeling my hard, cold nipples make quiet demands against the heat of his skin. My stomach finds his hip, and when I shift myself a little more, it finds his—his—
His cock.
His huge, throbbing, iron ingot of a cock, so hot it’s as if it was just pulled straight out of the forge, so long that it lays against me from pelvis to rib cage.
Jack’s cock. Jack’s gorgeous, terrifying, mountain man cock.
I whimper at the thought of it. I whimper again even louder as I buck my hips up and Jack’s balls settle in the little valley between my thighs. He grunts, and his cock twitches against me.
He likes that, I realize. Jack likes having my cold little body pressed up against his hard, steaming-hot cock.
But he doesn’t like it enough, it seems. He pulls his hips away, and I feel my heart break into a thousand pieces all at once.
No! I think, my mind racing in desperation. I need that cock! Jack! Please!
But I don’t say that. I don’t beg. Instead, I press myself against him even harder, winding my long, cold legs around his calves and entangling my cold little feet with his.
I can feel Jack breathing now, with our bodies intertwined like this. He’s taking slow, steady, deliberate breaths, in an effort to regain self-control. Like he’s trying hard to stop himself from wanting something that we both know we need right now.
But I need his body heat. His warmth. I’m frozen to my core, and the only thing that can help me now is being filled with his cock and pumped full of his lava-hot cum.
I rub my body against his, making small little moans of need. I want him. And I know—I know from the way his breath goes all ragged when I do it—that he wants me too.
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore. I can feel his hot palms pressing against my shivering cold spine, but it’s just not enough. I need to feel warmth from the inside, to feel it coursing through my veins.
I can’t handle him being impartial, unmoving, so much like this mountain that he loves so much. I’ve been waiting for far too long. He’s a hot, red-blooded man and I’m a woman who wants to take his cock, cum, pleasure and pain.
And if there’s one benefit of being a little rich girl, it’s that I’m very accustomed to getting what I want. Because I know just how to get it.
I wrench my body away from his chest and raise my lips to his. It’s a kiss to end all kisses. The kind of kiss that’s so full of passion and desire and need and longing that the entire universe fixes on the point where our lips meet, and time begins to shift around it.
That’s how it feels for me, anyway.
For Jack, I can see it’s tearing him apart.
“Avery,” he rasps, breaking away by force. “I can’t—you know I can’t.”
“You can!” I insist eagerly, recapturing his lips once more. “Jack—you can! You have to, Jack. I need you!”
“You don’t need me,” he growls against my lips. I can feel his whole body bristling with frustration, all of it directed at me and my advances. “Your fucking brain’s frozen over, little girl. You need warmth right now. Not a man.”
“Don’t tell me what I fucking need,” I glower. “I’m not a fucking child, Jack—”
My body turns beneath his faster than I can react to try and stop him. Not that it would have been any use. Jack is stronger than me. He’s bigger. And as he wraps his hand on my throat, I remember—he’s meaner, too.
“Then why are you fucking acting like one?!” he bellows, mere inches away from my face. “I told you, Avery! I fucking told you what would happen if you went out there—and did you listen? Fuck no, you didn’t! You haven’t listened to a goddamn word I’ve said—”
“I h-have,” I argue. Now I’m shivering with indignation too, but my body can’t hold my rage.
Jack merely shakes his head. His face is so close to mine, his beard tickles against my lips as he does it. It reminds me that, with the two of us naked like this, he doesn’t have all the power here.
Not even close.
My hips shift beneath his, finding purchase on the hard, thick cock he’s trying so hard to keep away from me.
“I w-want you,” I stutter, staring up at him with intensity and pushing the words through my teeth. “And you w-want me too. I can feel it. Stop fighting it.”
Jack closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s trying to count backwards from ten in his head.
He gets to five at best.
“I’ll hurt you,” he warns me. “Tight little virgin like you… Silly fucking girl. This ain’t no starter cock.”
“H-hurt me, then.”
There’s a brief flash in his gaze that tells me he enjoys that idea all too much.
“No condoms,” he tries again. “Last thing a crazy-ass girl like you needs is for a man like me to put a baby inside of her.”
“M-maybe I want that,” I say through curled, trembling lips. “M-maybe I w-want you to put a baby inside of m-me, Jack.”
That makes his cock twitch.
With it, I can feel the last shreds of his restraint fall to the floor like a flag of surrender torn to bits by rifle fire. Finally.
His fingers dart between my legs so fast that it makes me gasp. They’re thick. Two of them. Probing up and down the length of my slit. They catch my clit as he pulls them up and raises them between us.
I feel him inhale. Breathing in my scent. Then, like he did on that first morning with the maple syrup, he offers them to my mouth.
This time, I don’t hesitate.
This time, I suck my sweet, sticky syrup off his fingers and taste myself on his skin.
“You’re wet, little girl,” Jack growls, low and with warning. “But not wet enough.”
Jack’s body slides down mine until his big, overgrown beard is positioned between my pale, trembling thighs. But his hand?
His hand stays right there on my throat.
“Spread yourself,” he commands.
He commands, and I obey. I slip my fingers between my sopping wet pussy lips and spread them open. I’m already so wet, I can’t imagine being any wetter—
Until he breathes on me. A hot breath of humid, life-giving air. I feel it hit the silky pink flesh of my pussy and enter me, spreading warmth up through my body all the way to my fingertips and my toes. For a moment, I’m entirely warm. In that moment, I become wetter than ever.
But then the moment fades. Without his heat, I feel closer to death all over again.
“Please,” I whine, twisting beneath him with need.
It’s all he needs to hear.
His tongue is hot and wet as he devours me, but it’s nothing compared to the honey currently filling up my cunt and spilling out onto the mattress beneath me. He sucks my clit between his lips, lashing out at it with his tongue, but only for a moment.
Suddenly, his tongue is inside me, teasing my maidenhead and drinking from me like I’m the maple syrup he wants to pour on his pancakes in the morning.
It’s so much like it was before…but different too, I realize. Before, there was that spark of fear inside me. Maybe, somewhere beneath all my goosebumps and sore muscles and shivering flesh, it’s there still.
But if it is, it’s frozen over. Turned to ice crystals in the cold.
Then, I feel it: orgasm. Blissful, intense, world-breaking orgasm rising up inside me as Jack pleasures me with his mouth.
It shatters that fear completely, and a fat, glowing, beautiful rose blooms in its place.
I breathe out a ragged breath, cooing and sighing, but then I see Jack’s eyes staring up at me. They’re different from the eyes that I always find quietly gazing at me. These eyes are watching me with a sharpness I’ve never before. Observing from between my thighs. Like a predator stalking his prey.
His fingers tighten around my throat and my whole body goes wild.
“Not so fast, little girl,” he growls. “That’s one.”
Then, he moves up against my body again, and the hairs of his mustache tickle at my ear.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”