Page 65 of Hide and Seek
No, not just fucking me, owning me.
Without breaking his rhythm, he presses his chest against my back. The heat from his body and the scent of sex and spicy cologne wrap around me like a blanket as he pulls me back so I’m leaning against him, boneless and powerless as he continues to fuck me like I’m his to do whatever he wants to.
His breaths are loud and harsh, tickling my skin as his pleasure sounds slide into my ear like warm honey. Knowing he’s enjoying this as much as I am allows me to let go of the last of my control, and I sag back against him, fully giving myself and my power over to him.
He shifts behind me and pushes me closer to the tree so I’m standing upright. The new angle is incredible, and I don’t even recognize the sounds that are coming out of my mouth as he fucks me within an inch of my life. His growl is low and primal and so damn hot my knees go weak, and he practically impales me on his dick with each powerful thrust.
With a ragged groan, he lets go of the rope and removes his hand from my mouth so he can slide his arms under my armpits and thread them over my neck in a sort of full-nelson hold. I’m completely under his control, and every hard thrust pushes me closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm until I’m teetering on it, so close to coming but unable to tip over and finally get there.
My feet are sliding on the soft ground, but his iron grip keeps me in place so I’m literally bouncing on his dick. But instead of hurting, the added force propels me toward my orgasm.
His rhythm falters before I can hit my peak, and he slams into me so hard he lifts me right off my feet as he comes with a feral cry. Wet heat fills me, and instead of freaking me out, knowing he came inside me pushes me the last little bit that I need, and I come so hard the world blinks in and out of focus as I shoot my load all over the forest floor and the tree in front of me.
He doesn’t stop fucking me, even after he finishes coming, and every thrust extends my own pleasure until I’m a boneless,half-conscious mess in his arms. The pleasure quickly turns to pain, but I’m so far gone it feels amazing as he gradually slows his pace and finally stops, his hard dick still buried deep inside me.
He unlocks his hands and releases his hold on me. I expect him to pull out and leave me to recover on my own, but he just wraps his arms around my waist and holds me up like he knows I’ll fall the second he steps back.
My brain is too muddled from my orgasm to think too hard about why he isn’t just undoing the rope and leaving me to fend for myself, and I close my eyes and enjoy his strong, solid presence behind me as I slowly come down from my orgasm.
I have no idea how long we stay like that, but the sensation of his soft cock falling out of me breaks through the haze of my afterglow and brings me back to the present.
The reality of what happened hits me like a freight train. Not only did I lose my ass virginity, but I got my first creampie.
That makes me giggle, and I’m so out of it that my giggle turns into a loud snort-laugh when he finally lets me go and steps back.
I can only imagine how I look right now with my hands tied to the tree, my spent dick out for the world to see, and my naked ass in the air.
I’m still wrapping my head around everything that just happened when he tugs on one end of the rope and undoes one of the knots. Another quick yank on a different part of the rope frees my other hand.
The sudden loss of support makes me wobble on my feet, but instead of letting me fall to the ground, he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me against his powerful body to stabilize me.
It takes a few moments to get my bearings back, and I manage to stay upright when he once again lets me go and steps back so I’m on my own.
My hands are shaking as much as my legs are as I pull up my running pants and tuck myself away. The twinge of pain I can already feel now that the afterglow is gone, is a reminder of exactly what just went down. When my pants are back up, I slowly turn around.
I’m half expecting him to be gone, but he’s standing behind me, his hood pulled down low over his face as he snaps the rope he wound back into a coil to his belt with a carabiner.
It’s almost dark now, but between the heavy clouds and the bright light from the nearly full waxing moon, I can see the outline of a strong jaw and chin and a pair of full lips under the shadows from his hood.
I tear my gaze from his face, looking around for some sort of reference point so I can orient myself, but there’s nothing.
I have no clue where we are.
“Lost?” he asks, a hint of amusement under the sexy rasp of his voice.
I try to suppress the shiver that dances up my spine, but the low chuckle that fills the air between us tells me I wasn’t successful.
He has a sexy voice, and it sounds even better in person than it does over the speaker in the camera he planted in my room.
“Yeah,” I admit with a nervous chuckle. “I’m usually good at navigating and finding my way around the woods, but I was a bit distracted with running away from you to pay attention to where I was going.”
“That’s north.” He points to the left.
“How do you know that?” I ask before I can stop myself. “Do you have a compass on you?”
He lifts his wrist and shows me a tactical watch. “Yes, but that’s not how I knew where we are.”
“Then how?” I press. “You can fight like a spy, track like a hunter, and navigate in the woods like a forest ranger.Andclimb trees like a spider monkey and break into dorms like a cat burglar. How can you do all that stuff when most people at this school can barely handle walking on grass barefoot and would probably die if they had to spend a few hours in the woods without a team of servants and a truckload of glamping equipment?”
