Page 162 of The Hunt

He groaned and stilled a few minutes later, cock pulsing inside me, filling me with every drop of his cum. We lay there together for a moment, breathlessly holding each other, and then Rhett finally pulled out and rose to his feet, extending one hand to me.

I took it and let him help me up, and then I turned around, eyes scanning the dark forest floor for my shoes, pants, and underwear.

“Oh, shit,” Rhett muttered. “You’re bleeding.”

“Where?”

“Your ass.”

I let out a soft giggle as I shimmied into my pants. “It’s okay. I was lying on a pile of dead leaves and twigs, so I got a bit scratched up.”

“You should’ve said something. We could’ve moved.”

I smiled and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “You know I don’t mind a bit of pain,” I murmured. “It makes it seem more… real. More raw and primal. You know what I mean?”

“I do, and you’re getting me hard again,” he said, lips spreading in a wicked smile. “Naughty girl.”

I raised a brow and stooped to pick up my shoes. “Maybe next time you can fuck me up against a tree instead,” I suggested. “Less chance of me getting half the forest up my ass that way.”

“Next time?” Rhett rubbed his jaw, eyes glimmering. “You mean right now?”

My pulse picked up as I slid one foot into a shoe. “You want to play again? Right now?”

His smile twisted into a smirk. “I’ll give you ten seconds to finish getting dressed. Then I’m coming after you.”

My breath caught, a mixture of exhilaration and anticipation shooting through me. "You're serious?"

"Deadly." Rhett leaned in, his voice a low growl against my ear. "Better make those seconds count, Everly."

The challenge in his eyes sent a thrill straight through me. Without another word, I grabbed my other shoe and bolted, his deep chuckle following close behind.

The hunt was on again.

Two hourslater

Rhett’s tongueglided around my asshole as a shot of whiskey cascaded down my back and into the crack. The alcohol made the scratches on my ass sting, but that only added to the pleasure coursing through me.

“Mmm,” Rhett muttered behind me, tasting the whiskey running into his mouth as his lips and tongue worked at my ass.

Half of the shot had spilled on the floor, and a distant part of my mind knew we’d have to clean it later, but right now, I didn’t care. In fact, I’d stopped being able to care about anything the second Rhett knelt behind me with the shot glass and told me to spread my cheeks, telling me he wanted to use my delicious body as a chaser for his drink.

He let out a groan of pleasure, dragging his tongue down to my pussy. “You make everything taste so fucking good, baby,” he muttered against me. “I could never stay away from this sweet pussy. Not for anything.”

The vibrations from his voice made my whole pussy tingle. I splayed my hands on the wood-paneled wall to steady myself and arched my back even more, biting my lip to stop myself from screaming as Rhett’s tongue slid all the way to my clit.

He lapped and circled and stroked until my legs were trembling, and when he slipped one finger in my pussy and another in my ass, I came apart, shuddering and whimpering as I spiraled into oblivion.

Rhett rose to his feet behind me, holding me in place with one strong arm so I didn’t collapse. At the same time, his free hand traveled to my mouth to stifle my moans.

“We can’t be too loud up here,” he murmured. “Unless you want the others to hear us.”

“Whose bright idea was it to rent a cabin in the woods with our friends?” I muttered against his palm.

“Yours.”

“I know.” I let out a sigh. “Why did I decide to do that?”

Rhett chuckled and gave me a playful slap on the ass. “Because you love seeing your friends,” he said. “Should we go downstairs and hang out with them now?”

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