Claire’s temper went from zero to furious in a split second. “Obviously coming here was a complete waste of my time. I’ll be seeing myself out!”
Zach grabbed her wrist, before she could come all the way to her feet. “You’re not going anywhere!”
“Excuse me?” Claire was livid. And terrified. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Zach saw the anger and fear in her eyes and he released her suddenly, forcing himself to even out his tone. “Take a look outside, Irish. There’s at least six or seven inches of heavy, wet snow covering the ground already and it won’t be stopping any time soon. If you try to drive off of this mountain now? You’ll either drive off a cliff that you can’t even see, plow your car into a tree that you can’t even see or just stall out and freeze to death…eventually.”
“And why would you give a shit?” Claire asked hotly, her temper still sizzling just beneath the surface.
“Personally, I wouldn’t want your ghost wandering around my mountain for all eternity.”
“Was that an attempt at humor?” she asked sarcastically.
“I don’t do humor. I do horror.”
“So I’ve heard.” She sunk onto her seat, the reality of the situation sinking in finally. She couldn’t leave here without endangering her life, but she couldn’t stay here either, with him.
Zach thought about what she’d said finally. “Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You carried your pretty little ass all the way up here, in the middle of a blizzard, to convince me to let you represent me, and you haven’t even read my work?” he asked incredulously.
He thinks that I’m pretty? she thought irrationally. She ignored her reaction to that knowledge, and focused on what he’d said. He did have a point. Damn him! “I came up here to discuss your options…all of your options. I don’t expect you to believe me but all I want is for you, for any author to be able to share their work with the world, and I encourage them to take the best deal that they can get, even when my father’s company isn’t the one offering it.”
“That’s not what I asked you,” he said, calmer now.
Claire sighed heavily. “No Mr. Colden, I’ve never read your work.”
“What’s the matter, Irish?” He leaned forward suddenly and fingered one of her tightly coiled, red curls. “Afraid of things that go bump in the night?”
His suggestive whisper had her shivering again, with arousal this time. The double entendre was not lost on her. That deep voice of his had dropped to a low, rich timbre that had her pussy throbbing! Her tongue darted across her lips and she swallowed hard. “Why do you call me that?” she asked huskily.
“What? Irish? You are, aren’t you?”
“But what?” his voice dropped even lower.
What an irritating man! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to choke the life out of him, or lick him from head to toe.
Zach pulled the strand of hair that he was still holding straight out, and then let it go, fascinated when it coiled back into place. He wanted to grab fistfuls of her fiery curls while he shoved his cock down her throat, right between those pink, pouty lips.
Claire backed away quickly, needing desperately to remind herself that his preformed opinion of her had completely pissed her off! She’d already said all that she was going to say. She wasn’t going to waste her breath trying to explain herself to him. She could care less what this grizzly mountain man thought of her. Okay, maybe not so grizzly, she thought reluctantly.
She cleared her throat. “But, nothing, it’s not important.”
He left his seat and headed over to the fridge to grab another beer, as he turned back toward her, she noticed the prominent bulge that poked at the front of his sweats.
Holy crap! He had a hard-on. And it was huge!
Shit! Zach thought irritably. Her eyes had settled on his crotch and widened with…panic? If only I hadn’t spent the last few seconds fantasizing about fucking her in her pretty mouth. Eventually her reaction hit home and it set him off again.
“I can’t stay here!” she mumbled desperately as she jumped up from her seat. She was stranded at the top of a mountain, miles from anywhere, in the middle of a blizzard, with the rudest, most hostile, hottest man that she had ever met. She’d been here all of five minutes. She didn’t know anything about him really, no one did. He could do anything he wanted to her and no one could help her.
She tried to get a grip, to gain control of her runaway panic and her eyes flew to his, as she tried to determine if she needed to make a run for it.
Those eyes were filled with cold fury as he watched the expressions cross her face., His voice was even colder when he spoke. “I have never touched a woman who didn’t want me more than she wanted to draw her next breath…” He drew in a deep breath and continued, “and I’m sure as hell not going to start now.” His eyes raked over her dismissively before he leaned forward. “I can guarantee you, Ms. Brady, that you won’t be seeing an inch of this cock”—Claire’s eyes widened with shock when he gripped himself firmly—“unless you beg for it!”
He stalked over to the other doorway that led off his kitchen before he turned to face her suddenly. “And maybe not even then.” He continued on into the hallway and within seconds Claire heard the resounding slam of an unseen door.
“Remember, Irish, that you have to be patient, you have to trust me. If I can control myself, so can you.”
Claire gazed at his condom-encased cock, somehow managing to appear larger than ever. Obviously he was excited too, painfully so, and she struggled to restrain herself.
“Okay,” she repeated, less desperately.
“So, we’re doing this?” he asked, just to be sure.
“Yes, we’re doing this.”
“Okay.” He lowered his mouth to her center again, bringing her back to the brink slowly and steadily.
He fingered her gently, stroking her inner skin while he sucked and nibbled on her clit. Claire wasn’t aware that he’d reached for the vial and coated one of his fingers with the clear oil until he swirled it around the ring of her anus.
He breached her so quickly that she didn’t have time to tense up. She wasn’t sure that she would have anyway, everything else that he was doing felt so damn good. Despite that, she tried to focus on the sensation of having a finger stroking her rectum for the first time ever, surprised to find that the sensation was not unpleasant at all.
He continued to stroke her, front and back while he worked her clit with his mouth, working his way up to two, and finally three oiled fingers stroking her ass by the time that she climaxed.
Zach nearly busted into the condom when she came, her hot cream coating his tongue while her rectum rhythmically clutched at his fingers. God I can’t wait to fill her sweet ass with my cock!
He slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy, continuing to slowly stroke and stretch her rectum until the waves of her climax slowed in intensity. He withdrew those fingers too when she stilled, retrieving the vial and generously lubing his cock with the oil. He swirled some around the entrance again before he placed his tip right at her tight opening.
“Claire, sweetheart, I need you to do something for me now.”
“Anything,” she sighed lazily, absolutely delighted that she’d been able to climax while her asshole had been filled with several oily fingers.
He raised himself up to his knees, his hands still clutching her ass cheeks. He lifted her up against him and she instinctively scooted down toward him, raising her legs, she hooked her calves over his broad shoulders.
“I want you to touch yourself, sweetheart. Just pretend that you’re in my shower, all by yourself.” He grinned lasciviously.
Claire tensed with excitement and embarrassment. She’d never masturbated in front of another person.
Zach smiled encouragingly. “Don’t be embarrassed Irish, trust me that it will make this better for both of us. And you did promise to do as I say,” he reminded her again.
“And you’re really loving that, aren’t you?” she challenged.
“You have no idea!”
Claire smiled as she slowly slid a hand down over her belly, her fingertips creeping toward her anxious little clit. She discovered that having him watch her stroke herself was unbelievably arousing, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his, even though his were focused on her rapidly swirling fingers.
She did tense up this time when the tip of his cock breached her. The stretching had helped of course but Zach was freaking huge! She gasped and bore down on him, abandoning her self-ministrations.
“Easy, sweetheart, just relax, don’t stop what you’re doing.”
Claire took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, resuming a lazy massage of her swollen clit. The burning tingle as he eased into her wasn’t awful, just different. And it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, she’d just had an orgasm that this unique sensation had been part of, had contributed to in fact, and she just needed to focus on that and on the pleasure that was building as she massaged her clit.
She looked up at his face, a face that was so unbelievably handsome that it took her breath away. His beautiful face was tight with lust, the intense pleasure that he was obviously experiencing, coupled with the remarkable self-control that he must be wielding in order to keep himself from ramming into her.
Her heart swelled with love as she realized how much it must be costing him to put her needs before his own. Even now, he slowed his pace when he breeched new territory inside her. Zach’s cock was substantially longer than his fingers and he slowly and steadily eased the rest of the way into her virgin rectum.
God she’s tight! It took every ounce of willpower that he possessed not to fuck her savagely. He was absolutely sure that he’d never felt anything this good in his whole life, and the knowledge that no other man had ever been here drove him wild with lust. He struggled to deny the fierce possessiveness that was building in his soul. She couldn’t be his, not forever anyway. But she was his right now and he had every intention of making it so that she’d never forget him, no matter where the future took her.
“You okay, Irish?” he whispered harshly.
“I’m fine,” she answered breathlessly. Sweet tension coiled around her womb, another powerful climax building in her core.
“You did good sweetheart, real good. Can you make yourself come for me now?”
Claire’s knees were now near her ears, Zach’s cock embedded deeply in her ass, his pubic hairs tickling her bottom cheeks. She smiled up at him, as he rested inside her, just allowing his girth to stretch her out. She could feel herself clenching around him, this part of her body unaccustomed to being so full. He trembled slightly, unable to suppress his pleasured groan as her internal muscles alternately clutched and pushed at him, but still he didn’t stroke her. He denied himself his pleasure until he was sure that she was ready for him to move.
She gripped her clit now, rolling it between her fingers roughly, needing to bring herself to climax like he had asked.
“Please Zach…kiss me?” she whispered desperately.