Page 18 of Hide From Me

“That’s it, baby, keep lookin’ at me.” He grunts as his hand wraps around his base, and he makes a languid stroke. That's it. Just the sight of the red hue filling his cheeks and clear drip forming at his tip has my walls clasping around his fingers like a vice and my orgasm crashes through me like a damn wave. Knocking every logical, coherent thought from my mind until it's blank.

“So fucking pretty.”

I wish I could see his face as he moans the words but my eyes have screwed shut so tightly I see spots. He continues working into me to the point that it's almost unbearable how pleasurable everything feels. I grapple at his wrist, desperate for just a moment of reprieve, and thankfully, he's willing, but I'm not given any space. If anything, I'm crowded into the tree more as he stands. The phone's light shifts onto my face with the motion so I squint against it as he smacks his cock against my lips and starts stroking again. I’ve never been so desperate to feel something in my mouth. It’s the perfect size, throbbing and bulging veins that ripple under each rock of his hips into his hand. I want to know how warm it’d feel against my tongue, if he’d taste sweet or salty.

“Open your mouth for me…” He works his jaw before continuing, “Please, sunshine.”

The beam bounces off our surroundings, giving me just enough light to watch as his head rolls with a low moan. It’s mesmerizing how his biceps flex and relax, waiting so impatiently for me to do as he asks.

With his head lolling forward between his shoulders, our eyes lock again, but it’s only for a split second because as soon as my lips part, his tip pushes past them, and something warm seeps through the cloth in my mouth. With eyes screwed shut he groans, the sound vibrating his chest as he strokes faster and soaks through the fabric.

“Thank you.” It’s a hoarse mutter, like a recited prayer, his legs trembling and arms shaking. Slowly, I draw back, panting for air as I reach to pull the infuriating cloth from my mouth, but he snatches it away before I get thechance. A flash of black is all I need to see to realize that it was my underwear keeping me gagged. Instead of returning it, he tucks it into his pocket.

“Is that what you wanted? Is that what you like?” he breathes, adjusting himself. “Is that how we need to do this, with you having all the control?”

I hear all of his questions, but I don’t know how to respond at this point. Is he really this willing to do anything to please me? Even though he came, he doesn’t look fully satisfied. A hard furrow in his brows makes me wonder if I wasn’t what he expected.

Before I can spiral too far into my thoughts, his hands are under my arms, and he’s hoisting me to my feet. The rain stopped, who knows when, and now all that lingers are the clouds and the few stars trying to shine through.

“I can get better at it,” he mutters so quietly that I finally realize how long I’ve been silent in shock. I clear my throat, wiping my hands on my jeans, but it feels futile since they’re just as filthy.

"You did fine. I think?" I say hoarsely, my mouth feeling too dry. Honestly, I'm not ready to confront the vulnerability in his tone.

With a grunt, he brushes my hair out of my face. It seems like he wants to say something, but the words that come out are not what I expect.

"I'll take you home then."

“You can jump my car off off,” I say a little quicker than I intended, but I’m not vibing with this awkward atmosphere.

“I’ll need my car for work tomorrow anyway,” I say, lighter this time, and his features soften from my tone. I like the way he looks at me. It’s gentle and carefree, like I didn’t just bruise his ego. I swear I could probably cuss him right now, and he’d probably thank me.I haven’t had someone like that.

He shakes his head with a grin. “You’ll need a new battery. I’ll get you in the morning and take you to work.”

“It’s fine.” I huff and push past him, hoping he’ll follow so I can actually see where I’m going this time.

It’s too much. I don’t need rides from him or cute moments.

“By the way, just because I said no didn’t mean I meant it,” I mutter.

“If you say no, I’m going to listen.” He calls out. Mud sloshes beneath his boots as he quickly catches up.

“Look, sunshine, you gotta tell me what you want. I’m not just gonna take it like that on the first time out here.” Moe continues, and I groan in frustration. There goes the high I was riding, but I needed it to fade.

“Alright. That was fun, but I think I’d like it better if you took control. I don’t want to think or have to make decisions.” I wave my hand dismissively, hating how I have to voice everything, my tone turning sharper each passing second.

The sound of his footsteps pauses, then continues again. I feel like a complete arse hole as he catches up shining the light in front of my feet as he pushes a hand through his hair. Even through my guilt, I can’t stop myself from my angry ramble—it’s a forced habit at this point to push him back behind my barriers.

These feelings he brings out in me are supposed to stay tucked far away. I don’t need to trust another man, but he almost makes it easy.

“Um. Yeah. Alright. I-I can do that.”

Stepping in front of my car, I slam the hood shut, brace my hands on the damp metal, and steady my breathing.

“Sorry,” I mutter. Within an instant, large palms are splayed over my hips, and he’s tugging me back.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re all bark and no bite. Aren’t you sunshine?” He mutters, tucking his head into my neck, reverting to the happy-go-lucky man I’m used to.

I don’t want this version, even if I think it’s cute.