37. Montana

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DwEni2N_-A

-you sexy thing-

ME:Do you feel like having sex? Feel free to say no.

I clicked the send button before I could change my mind. I wasn’t sure he would know it was my number because I had called it out to him so fast and there was so much noise around, but even before I’d closed Anya’s file where I found his number, my phone pinged with an answer.

HIM:YES. My place, tonight?

ME:Sorry. Can’t wait that long.

HIM:Name the place and time.

ME:Right now!

HIM: Where are you? (emoji with tongue hanging out)

ME:In the office, but meet me in the storage room. Do you remember where it is?

HIM:Ten-minute walk from here. Four minutes if I run.

ME:Don’t run. We have to be discreet … and quick.

HIM:Discreet? Hard if both of us mysteriously disappear at the same time.

ME:Hard but not impossible.

HIM:Quick check on Anya to make sure she’s gainfully occupied first. See you in 6 minutes. I’ll be walking quickly.

ME:Clock is ticking…

I knew I was behaving in quite an insane way, but I felt quite exhilarated by my new daring self. I locked the office and walked quickly down the corridor. The sight of him in his tight T-shirt had awakened all kinds of needs in me. I didn’t want to … actually, no, I couldn’t wait until tonight.

All in all, it was a great afternoon, and I needed a special memory to go along with it.

The storage room in question was my secret getaway. Behind the cans of food, gardening machinery, spare cooking utensils, and camping equipment was a walled-off narrow space with a window facing the mountain range in the distance. During the cold winter months, their tops would be covered with snow, and I would escape here with a cup of hot cocoa every chance I got. It was a special place of relief to me where I’d never ever been bothered so I couldn’t think of a better place to take him.

One of the parents saw me as I left the office building and made my way towards the store room. I casually waved and he waved back. As long as Cole and I were not seen heading over together it should be fine.

I turned the key in the door and opened it. It was vast inside. Even with sunlight pouring in through the high windows there were many dim corners. Dust motes hung suspended in the rays of light. I had six minutes to kill. There was an old honky-tonk piano along one wall and I walked towards it. I sat on the stool and played a few tunes. Six minutes seemed like a lifetime. My feet tapped impatiently, and I kept glancing at the door until eventually, I heard a sound outside.

”Come in,” I called, and the door was pushed open.

I stood and faced him. My heart was pounding so furiously in my chest I could hear it. I felt nervous and excited all at once. I smiled at him, but he didn’t approach me.

”Is there a key?” he asked.

I held up the bunch of keys in my hand. ”You seem even more cautious than me.”

He smiled as he advanced. ”There are a bunch of inquisitive mommies out there. Do we want to give them any ideas?”

“Nope,” I said, dropping the keys into his upturned palm.

I watched him lock the door and turn around. “Want to do it against the piano?”

He stood in a ray of sunshine, unaware of how beautiful he looked. The dust motes danced around him. His eyes … God, he was heavenly. I was afraid he would smell my utter fascination for him … my desperation.

“Not here,” I said urgently.” Come with me.”

I took his hand and led him to my secret hideaway.

I shut the door behind us, and we stood beside each other. It felt too good and too real. Even just standing beside him was making me feel things I hadn’t ever felt before. I looked up at him, studying the contours of his face, his tanned skin, the sheen of his dark, gorgeous hair. His attention was momentarily caught by the gorgeous scenery of the woods and mountains beyond.

”Wow! Sunsets and sunrises must look absolutely magical through this window,” he noted.

”They’re breathtaking,” I replied softly.

He turned then toward me and stared into my eyes wonderingly. As if he couldn’t believe his eyes. As if he was almost afraid to touch me. As if I would disappear into a wisp of smoke if he did. He shook his head as if to clear away a thought.

It was so quiet I could hear the harshness of my breathing. His scent of spices and lime and a hint of something else filled the air, expansive and intoxicating.

“We have to be quick,” I reminded, in a shaky voice.

Taking my chin in his hand he stroked his thumb across the soft skin of my lips, rubbing away my lip gloss. I was completely powerless under his touch. He leaned forward and kissed me, stealing my breath from me. He took his time, quietly but potently, sucking softly on my bottom lip. I was already melting when his tongue slid in. It teased mine, sucking and stroking, lush and heated, nearly driving me out of my mind.

My body pushed against him, needing his body to be glued to mine. In response, his arm snaked around me, drawing me so close, that my breasts were pressed tight against the hardness of his chest. My clit had swelled and the sensation was almost excruciatingly intense.

”Jeans,” he growled as his hands reached down to grab my ass. “Why do women love wearing these horrible garments so much?”

”They’re easy to take off, trust me,” I said.

“If you were mine, you’d be wearing dresses and no panties because I’d want to get my cock inside you every chance I get.” He walked me backwards until I felt the window ledge against my ass.

His words turned me to jelly.

”Turn around,” he ordered.

I complied and his hands came around the waistband of my jeans, undid the button, and pulled them halfway down my ass. I couldn’t help but writhe with excitement and anticipation. His fingers grazed my skin, and the heat of his touch caused goosebumps to break out all over me.

I loved the way he caressed my hips, the possessive way his big hands felt me up. He leaned forward to place a feathery kiss on the dip of my back.

”Hurry, Cole,” I breathed.

He licked my back. The wetness of his tongue, the soft press of his lips … I could do little more than moan. Holding onto my jeans, he yanked them down till they were touching the floor.

”Ah,” the soft gasp left me when he kissed my ass. He went around the soft cheeks, and I felt my body shudder.

”You dress so tomboyish,” he said. ”It’s a crime to hide all this beauty under your baggy clothes?”

I thought back to the night we had met. ”Would you have even looked at me if I hadn’t come in Kelly’s sexy dress?”

”What would you have worn instead?” he asked quietly as he grasped the straps of my thong and pulled them down.

I was so restless with anticipation that I wanted to touch myself for some sort of relief, but I knew just how out of the world it felt when he did it. I shut my eyes and tried my very best to exercise patience, focusing on his questions and the masculine, smooth, quiet sound of his velvety voice.

”It was long,” I whispered. ”That”s all you need to know. Long and decent.”

He grabbed my hips and lifted them, then with his thumbs parted the cheeks of my ass. I was completely exposed to him! Both my entrances!

My eyes flew open with shock.

”I noticed you in the car when I was standing by the side of the road. Before I saw your dress.”

“What?” I exclaimed, amazed, but in the next moment, he had flattened his tongue onto my pussy and licked all the way up the crack of my bottom.

Every trace of amazement immediately dissipated. ”Oh,” I trembled as pleasure struck my lower abdomen with an almost painful zap.

He licked me, the pressure hard and thorough.

”Fuck.”

The movements of his tongue teasing that ultra-sensitive tip of my clit. My mind scattered into pieces.

”Oh …” I gasped.

I was being eaten out right here, during school hours, and in a storeroom. This was the school where I taught! My father was somewhere close. The kids’ parents were within hearing distance. I should be ashamed of myself. This was a terrible thing to do, but oh, it felt so good.

I felt no shame. Not one tiny bit of shame.

There was something extra decadent and dirty about him taking me from behind. Without him asking, I spread my legs even wider, allowing him to get his head deeper in. All I wanted to do was to ride him, and as soon as he took my soaking wet cleft in his mouth, I lowered my knees and did as I wanted. I rode his mouth and tongue as he continued to suck hard against my sex, stroking and licking. By the time he stopped to take a breath, my legs had already begun to shake. I was going to come without any shame, without any reservations, and it was going to be right in his mouth, against his face.

”Go faster,” he instructed.

Maybe it was this command or the way he had licked so deeply into my pussy, but in that moment, I lost my head. I rode him without mercy, chasing the pleasure, chasing the insanity, and being as inconsiderate as I could possibly be with his tongue and mouth.

My excuse was that he had done the exact same thing to me when I’d sucked his cock. He had held my head and thrust his dick down my throat, and I had taken it without any complaints. I’d even enjoyed every moment of it, and so far, it seemed as if my pleasure was everything to him. As his was to me when I was pleasuring him.

I marveled at the fact that we were almost strangers. It felt as though I’d known him for ages, as though we were a couple already completely in tune with each other and possessing the knowledge of how to bring the other to their knees.

It made me doubt if I’d ever find this kind of deep connection with anyone else. Neither Kelly, Pearl or Natalie had ever spoken of this level of instinctive bodily communication.

”Cole …” I cried hoarsely. The woods and the mountains beyond had become a blur, and my legs felt so incredibly weak I had to hold on tightly to the window ledge. My entire body seemed to be stuttering like an engine, jerking, clenching hard … I tried to control my breathing, but I couldn’t. Tried to slow my speed as I rode his face, but I was already gone.

“Cole! Oh my God!” I gasped as the orgasm threw me over the edge. My hand instantly flew to my mouth because, obviously, I had to be quiet. I couldn’t let anyone hear us. But even muffled my scream was loud. I felt incredibly fierce. I couldn’t control my volume. I knew then that this had been a terrible idea, but there was nothing I could do.

I heard my voice resound across the room, filthy curses and moans echoing endlessly. I tried, I truly tried, but all my strength and will was worth nothing as I came hard.

My juices gushed out of me, spilling down my thighs, and running into his greedy mouth. He kissed me. I couldn’t even tell if he had been the one to turn my head, or if I had searched for his lips, but the second our lips sealed together, nothing mattered.

I tasted myself on his lips. This intensity of sharing was so fucking intimate, I wanted to belong to him. In every single way, body, mind, and soul. At that moment I was completely owned. It was a level of possession and safety I’d never experienced before. My cries and whimpers disappeared into his mouth just as he had intended.

I thought he was done, but he wasn’t. Not by a long shot.

He curled his arm under my waist and lifted me up until the heels of my feet left the floor. I was balancing on my toes like a ballerina.

“Fuck!” I swore breathlessly.

He smiled against my cheek. “I love how foul-mouthed you can get when the going gets rough.”

I didn’t know how to respond to this, partly because his long fingers had slid into the slickness of my folds, and the pad of his thumb was rubbing circles around my ultra-sensitive clit. I basked in the pleasure. He was going to leave me in a puddle of my own cream for the second time in minutes, and I was completely powerless to stop it.

His fingers found their way inside of me and began to thrust. At first, his pace was leisurely, but slowly he upped his speed alternating between rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I was ready to come all over him again.

He was so in tune with my body that he knew just how fast to go and when to slow down. In this way, he delayed my climax and kept me at the edge. It seemed as though he would alternate this way forever. Slow then fast, bringing me to the brink and then calming me down.

I was going crazy, my mouth was begging for release. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. Nothing mattered besides what he was doing to me.

The intensity of my need for me scared me.

Obviously, it must have been minutes, but it seemed like hours later, he allowed me to come. The orgasm spread through my body like exquisite waves, triggering nerves that tingled and jerked into life. By the time the highest point was reached, I couldn’t even remember my name.

All I could do was tremble and twist as helplessly as a cut snake.

When I was able to bring myself to my senses he was kissing and nibbling my ear softly. When I turned to look into his gorgeous eyes I knew I still wanted more. That it would probably never be enough. I was addicted to him. His cock was so rock hard and I couldn’t help grinding my ass against it. He still had his hand covering my entire sex, stroking lightly, soothing, inciting. He was a fucking dream.

“I need you,” I panted, my hand reaching back to grab his bulge through his pants.

“I don’t have any condoms on me,” he said. “We should stop here.”

“Do you want to stop here?” I asked.

“Hell no. I was pretending to be a gentleman.”

“I don’t need no gentleman. I want that beast I met in Stormy City, but this time I want to feel every inch of the beast. But this time I don’t want even the thinnest layer of rubber between us.”

And I wasn’t lying. I wanted to feel the way I felt when he filled me up and pounded into me that night; it was unforgettable. I had dreamt about it on many nights and I couldn’t go one more day, hour, or even minute without that feeling.

I needed to feel owned. I needed to feel filled with his enormous cock. My clit was quivering and pulsing with hunger and need.

I turned around then wrapped my arms around him and rubbed against him restlessly.

His hands instantly went to the buckle of his pants to undo his belt and in no time, he was sliding his pants down and pulling his huge steely-hard cock out of his briefs.