Page 80 of In The Dark
I’m a badass and can hold my own.
The outline of his house comes into focus off in the distance, and I smile.
Four more trees, then I’ll reach safety.
Four more trees, then I win.
I glance over my shoulder, eyes darting to every possible place he could be hiding: behind the small bench under a large oak. Blending in with the tall hedges on the property line. There’s nothing there but dark night, and I start to relax.
I would know if he was close. I would be able to feel him nearby, his gaze heavy and impenetrable, and I can’t. It’s my sign to move forward and I dart out from behind the trunk of the tree, my destination set out before me.
A large branch almost makes me trip, but I right myself and continue ahead. The house grows closer. I can see the patio furniture on the back deck, my car in the driveway. I’m so close to safety, victory within reach, when large arms loop around my waist. A hand slides over my mouth, muffling my screams, and exhilaration races through me.
“Did you really think you could outrun me, angel?” His voice is deep and dark like the night. I struggle against him, thrashing in his hold, and his laugh makes me shiver. “Don’t fight it, baby. We both know this is exactly what you want.”
I try my best to pretend Idon’twant this, clawing at his arms and kicking his shins, but Hunter leads me to a tree. He spins me so my back is pressed against the bark and yanks down the zipper on my jeans. He ripped my underwear earlier, and the cool air against my warm, bare skin heightens everything around me.
Shoving my thighs apart, Hunter wastes no time pushing two fingers inside me, groaning when he finds out how wet I am.
“Already dripping. You love this, don’t you?”
“No.” I squirm, the movement inadvertently riding his fingers. The bark bites at the back of my thighs. A stick pokes my ass, and I can’t help but groan at the overwhelming sensations. “I don’t.”
“Such a fucking liar.” He digs my discarded underwear out of his pocket and shoves them in my mouth. My eyes go wide but he stares at me, a silent question hanging between us.
The moment is electrified, seeping with lust, and my silly little heart stumbles over itself at his check-in. At the softness behind his gaze, so different from the forcefulness in his movements.
God.
I like him so much.
Hunter waits for me to give him an answer, and my subtle nod makes him grin. It makes him lift my arms above my head and spin me, my front pressing into the tree.
“I can’t wait to take what’s mine, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting a long time to feel your cunt around me.”
It’s barely been an hour, but when he grips my neck and hitches one of my legs up, my ass canting back as he does, it feels like maybe it’s been years. I’m panting against my underwear, tasting my arousal from earlier on the fabric, and I try to cry out when he slides his fingers back inside me.
“You can take them,” he murmurs, and I sink into the exquisite bliss he brings me. Facing this way, I can’t see his face, but I can feel him; the hard press of his cock against my hips. His teeth leaving marks on my neck, soft nips of my flesh. “Should we try four?”
I shake my head but my body betrays me. My legs open wider. I feel myself getting wetter, more turned on as the seconds pass, and I jolt forward at the addition of two more fingers.
“Need to get you stretched out for my cock.”
His tempo is quick, matching the pace from earlier in his bedroom, and I try. I try so goddamn hard not to fuck myself, to not ride his hand, but I can’t help myself. Not when he holds my throat so tight, I start to see stars.
The tree bark is rough under my hands, scratching up my palms as I fidget and swivel my hips in time with his movements.
The only thing that would make this better is if I was completely naked, my whole body exposed and belonging to him as he had his way with me.
Hunter lets go of my neck, and I hear the zipper on his jeans. His pants hit the ground and he spins me again, a gasp escaping when my back connects with the tree. Hoisting me up from under my thighs, he lifts me, determination in his eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you, Max. And when I finish, I’m going to come inside your tight pussy. If you let any of my cum slip out of you, you’re going to get on your hands and knees and lick it off the ground. Because that’s what needy sluts do, isn’t it?” He grunts and lifts his hips, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I groan at the stretch, at the thickness of his length compared to his fingers. “They listen, and they don’t argue.”
I nod my head, tears springing to my eyes at the brief burst of pain before it melts to pleasure. I’m sore from earlier, the squirting Hunter got me to do using muscles I’m not used to using, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting into me. The first half of his shaft disappears in my pussy and I try to yell, but no noise comes out.
I scratch at his shoulders, his neck, anything I can reach. Each time I do, he chuckles and rocks his hips, harder and harder until he’s buried to the hilt inside me. It’s far from the first time we’ve done this but it feelsdifferentout here in the open. Like he’s claiming me, once and for all, and I melt into the glorious sensation of being full. Of wanting this but lovingevery single second, ecstasy behind the way our bodies fuse together.
“Hell. I can never last long with you, Max. Your cunt is too amazing. I want to stay in here forever. I’ll wake you up like this every day.” Hunter closes his eyes. A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek and he groans when I roll my hips against him. When I squeeze my thighs together. “Fuck. Keep doing that and you’re going to make me come, angel.”
