Eric
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“ I told you, I got curious. I know what the ladies are into right now. Masked men, stalkers, being tied up and forced to have a million orgasms.”
Evelyn’s breath hitches as I nip her collarbone, and she cries out, “In books!” Her body undulates beneath mine, every soft inch of her melting against me as we make out on a blanket next to the fire.
Talking her into letting me have my dirty way with her is easy. My little tease is winding up by asking all these questions—her form of foreplay as she delays the inevitable.
Experiencing the darker side of me.
Truth be told, compared to what I’ve seen and read about, it’s not even that dark. All I did was note which books she rated highly on her blog, then read them while taking notes and learning things about her that I’m not sure she even knows herself.
You can tell a lot about a person by their kinks .
“But what if I can make reality so much better than a fictional character on a page who can’t touch you?” Snaking my hand beneath her shirt, I pull the cup of her bra down and palm a breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger. “Can’t kiss you.” Her skin is salty as I trace a path up her neck with my tongue. I suck on the spot below her ear and bury my face in her hair, inhaling the warm vanilla scent as it mixes with the unmistakable smell of campfire. “Can’t fill you or fuck you the way you so desperately want.” I roll my hips against hers, my cock straining so hard against my jeans that I’m careful not to give it too much friction, or I’ll come in my fucking pants like a teenager. “I promise you’ll be safe and satisfied and completely in control. The second you tell me to stop, I will.”
“All this buildup for a boring safe word?” She pushes me back lightly, cupping the side of my neck while tangling her fingers in my hair—one delicate brow arched in amusement.
I can feel the rumble in my chest as it presses against hers. “Pick your word then, Evelyn.”
One finger presses against her lips as she thinks about it before smiling and making an aha motion. “Gumdrop?”
I pause, staring at her for a hot second before an amused grin takes over my face. “Gumdrop? I feel like there’s a story there.”
Twisting her nipple, I relish the sharp gasp that flies from her throat before bending to take her in my mouth. My teeth clamp around the sensitive peak, tongue flicking against the bud.
“It’s the first thing that came to my mind.” Her voice is raspy and filled with anticipation as she holds my head to her chest. She likes having her nipples played with—licked, sucked, twisted, and pulled. I’ve never been with a woman so responsive when it comes to her breasts, but I know that when I pay hers extra attention, it makes her even wetter with want.
“You do love your food. I wouldn’t expect anything less,” I hum against her, looking up to see her eyes squeeze shut as she turns her head. It’s her tell when she might be thinking about the man who gave her the necklace nestled in the hollow of her collarbone.
Tenderly, I grasp her chin and urge her to look back at me. “Stay with me, baby,” I command gently.
Evelyn opens her beautiful blue eyes and stares up at me adoringly. “I’m with you. I promise.”
“Do you trust me?” I ask, shifting back to sit on my knees.
“You know I do,” she says before letting out a disappointed whimper when I rise to my feet and go to the fire to move the skillet I used to prepare our steaks for dinner earlier, swapping it for a small pot.
She sits up and watches curiously as I pour in some milk and break up a few chocolate bars, throwing them in and moving the pot to the far end of the cooktop so it doesn’t melt too fast, or bubble over and burn .
“Is that for the s’mores?” I can hear the need heavy in her tone. The quiet rasp does nothing to hide how aroused she is, and it spurs my desire to have her at my complete mercy.
I don’t reply as I zip the dogs into their tent, neither happy about being put away so early in the evening, but the sky is already dark, the stars shining brightly against the pitch-black canvas.
“Take off your clothes.” I turn back to check on the melted chocolate mixture, noting the shock on her face. “Do it, Evelyn.”
“Wh…what?” she stammers. Even though she looks surprised, her cheeks flush a pretty pink, and her eyes turn glassy with lust.
“You heard me, baby.” Her eyes widen as I approach her and help her to her feet. “Remove all your clothes.”
I don’t have to tell her a third time. Evelyn starts to remove each piece slowly as I walk backward toward my truck, not wanting to miss a second of it. The air is warm from our fire, and a perfectly placed pine is at the edge of the site, so she won’t get cold.
“What are you going to do with that?” she asks quietly as I pull a bundle of rope from the floor of the backseat. She wraps her arms around her middle, clad in only her bra and underwear.
“Don’t hide from me, Evelyn. I want to see all of you.” I return to her and tip her chin up, consuming her lips as I reach around to undo her bra clasps. She lets me finish undressing her, swallowing a thick gulp as I slowly lower her panties until I’m face level with her most intimate parts.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss just above her clit. Her whimper is like music to my ears, and she doesn’t question when I urge her backward with further kisses, always just narrowly missing the spot where she wants my mouth the most.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I tie each of her legs to a post in the ground. I put them here earlier when she was taking photos of the lake, knowing that this is where tonight would end up because I know deep down she wants to have an experience she’s only read about.
“Shh, you said you trust me.” I lick up her center as I rise, shoving my tongue in her mouth while I gather her wrists above her head. In no time at all, she’s secured to the rope I swung over a lower branch earlier, stretched out naked and entirely at my mercy.
Evie
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” whispers as he takes me in.
“And I thought you were a nice guy? Nice guys don’t tie women to trees.” I’m amused and, if I’m being honest, more than a little turned on. It’s thrilling, and I trust him one hundred percent to not do anything that will hurt me.
Plus, he’s completely right about being better than a fictional character. This is something I thought I’d only enjoy in my smutty romance novels, but this is looking promising and he hasn’t even started with the dessert.
“I try hard to be a nice guy, Evelyn. But one thing I’ve come to learn about women is that they don’t want a nice guy.” He pulls the knot tight, the fabric digging into my wrists as he finishes securing them. My chest rises and falls in rapid succession and my eyes snap to where he pulls a strip of black cloth from his pocket. “Well, they do want a nice guy. But we have to be able to read your minds, don’t we? We have to know when you want the gentleman and when you want the fantasy. When it’s time to pull your chair out for you and when it’s time to bend you over that chair and fuck you until you pass out.”
Warmth blossoms in my lower belly, despite the chill in the air, as he places the fabric behind my head and brings both sides around to cover my mouth. I squirm against the tree even though the bark is rough against my back, trying to create any sort of friction to ease the pressure in my aching pussy.
“Even though no one is supposed to be around, I have a feeling you’re gonna get loud, and I don’t want to share those sounds with anyone.” chuckles darkly, the shadows from the campfire dancing across his face like some sort of henchmen praising their evil villain.
Only, I want this villain to win. I want him to do depraved things to me. Then I want him to make me a damn s’more and feed me before doing it all over again.
“So, welcome to the fantasy you didn’t know you wanted,” he whispers against my lips.
Turning away, he goes back to the fire, stirring the chocolate before grabbing a skewer he made from a branch earlier and the bag of marshmallows sitting on the picnic table.
He pulls his chair over, sitting down and resting his elbows on his forearms as he puts one of the puffy white globs on the sharpened end and holds it over the fire.
Uh, hello, buddy? I’m strung up naked and gagged over here, and you’re not gonna get undressed and ravish me?
“Patience, baby,” he says in response to the question I definitely didn’t ask out loud. “Perfection takes time.” He doesn’t look at me as he roasts the mallow, rotating the skewer slowly in a continuous motion. “You know the secret to a perfectly roasted marshmallow?”
Finally he looks at me, that wicked grin of his spearing his lips wide enough to show me his perfect teeth. When I shake my head, he looks back to the fire. “It’s patience. You see, you want the inside to be all melted and the outside to have that perfect golden brown crisp to it.”
Hooking his ankle around a leg of the chair, he spins it in my direction, suddenly looking like the devil incarnate. He reaches for the skin of the mallow, pulling it off to reveal the melted white treasure below. Popping the skin in his mouth, he holds the skewer in my direction. For a moment, I think he’s going to try and feed me even though I’m gagged, however, it takes me a second to register that he’s spreading the warm sticky goo all over my breast.
An immediate flood of arousal escapes my pussy, coating the insides of my thighs as I let out a loud, rough moan. It’s only uncomfortable for a second before the pain gives way to pleasure.
“That’s my girl. You love being covered in sweets, don’t you, baby? Because you know I’m going to lick it all up and clean it off you later,” croons as he returns what’s left of the mallow to the fire.
My breaths are labored as he removes the skin a second time, dipping the marshmallow in the melted chocolate before returning it to my body. He covers the other nipple and I squeal around the gag, the temperature more scalding than the first pass, as he turns me into his own Charleston Chew.
“Is it too hot?” he asks, sounding only mildly concerned and more amused than anything.
Shaking my head as my pussy clenches around air, I arch my back the best I can in my bound position, begging for his mouth.
It’s not until he’s painted down my stomach and over my thighs that he finally stands and scoops the melted dessert from the skewer before approaching me. He lifts his fingers between us, blowing on the warm mixture of goo. “I’m going to thoroughly enjoy eating my dessert from between your legs. ”
It’s warm, not hot, as he spreads it over my clit. Tears line my eyes, not from the pain, but from the pure frustration at being at his mercy yet not having him touch me until just now. It’s ecstasy, the way his fingers strum my swollen bud and then dip between my wet folds.
I’m definitely getting a UTI…but it’s so fucking worth it.
sucks the mess from his fingers before removing his clothes, revealing his sculpted body and the gorgeous cock that points directly at me. He lowers to his knees, kissing down my body and around the trail of mess he’s made, before he gets to my pussy.
Scooping my legs into the crook of his elbows, I realize there’s more give to the rope that binds my ankles as he effortlessly lifts me before attacking my clit. His warm tongue swirls and strokes as he moans against me, and the sensations of the bark at my back and his mouth between my thighs clash against each other like warriors on a battlefield.
Pain versus pleasure.
I come hard with a scream that echoes through the woods, despite the gag. White spots blind my vision until I become boneless in his arms, sagging against the ropes that hold me up as he swallows me down before licking up the trail of sweets he’s decorated my body with.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers against me, lowering my feet to the ground.
Without looking at me, he pulls the gag from my mouth at the same time he latches onto a nipple. I don’t know what it is about this man and my nipples, but every time he has them in his mouth, he knows how to manipulate them in a way that makes it feel like he’s still sucking on my clit.
“,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”
“Does my good girl want to get fucked against the tree?” he asks before turning his attention to my other breast. He nearly has me clean and I can feel his solid, warm erection between us, just waiting for its turn.
Looking down at it, I lick my lips. “Unless you want to untie me so I can have my dessert, too?”
moans. It’s not a groan, but a sensual sound that I want to hear again and again like a personal lullaby as he fucks me to sleep. “Baby, I need to fuck you. We have all night for you to eat your dessert off my dick.”
There’s no warning as he presses inside me, my walls stretching to accommodate him in a vice-like grip that has us both drawing sharp-pitched breaths. I strain against the ropes holding my arms up, a pins and needles sensation starting to settle in my limbs from how long they’ve been in this position.
There’s nothing slow or sweet about the way takes his pleasure. His thrusts are long and deep and his fingers dig into my skin as he takes me hard against the tree.
“God, I love the way you feel. Your pussy sucks my cock in like it never wants me to leave.”
“Because you give it everything it wants without even having to ask,” I speak into his mouth as his lips rest over mine. We don’t kiss, but the intimacy of simply being this close is more sensual than a kiss would be at this moment.
“Thanks to those romance books you’re always reading.” He releases a short, shuddered laugh as he picks up his pace, thrusting into me at a punishing rate.
Awareness prickles down my spine, but I can’t tell if it’s another impending orgasm or something else. “How do you know what books I read?”
It’s an odd time to ask such a question, but he’s been saying things like this all weekend. And earlier, on the mountain, when I asked if he was a fan of my blog…
“So you stalked me?” I grin as I make the poorly timed joke.
More men should be open to learning from romance novels.
“I’ve been stalking you for an entire year, Evelyn.”
His thrusts become erratic as the weight of his admission spreads through my chest.
“ What ?”
slows, his breathing heavy as he drops his lips to my neck and alternates between licking and sucking the skin. My walls clench around him as he pulls nearly all the way out before slowly inching his way back in, his tip just barely brushing that sweet spot with every pass.
“The girls told me about you last year,” he whispers. “Naturally, I was curious.” He bends to suck one nipple into his mouth, manipulating it with his teeth and tongue and expertly causing my clit to pulse. “I’ve been watching you for a long time—longer than New Years.”
I wonder if I should feel some sense of betrayal at his news, but all I can focus on is the way his hips keep angling so that the tip of his cock drives into me deeper and deeper. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this pussy swallowing my cock.” Thrust. He pops off my chest to watch where he keeps disappearing inside me. “I studied every single post you made.” Thrust. “Read every book you rated highly.” Thrust. “And examined you for months after I realized you’re literally my dream girl.”
I want to cry from the onslaught of emotions pouring through me. I’ve never felt pleasure like this while at the same time experiencing panic.
Is he seriously a real stalker?
Does it fucking matter with how good he’s fucking you? He’s obsessed with you. He figured out all the things you like just so he could bring you pleasure. So what if he stalked you for a few months?
chuckles. “You might be thinking I sound insane, but, baby, I’m just fucking obsessed .” He groans against my lips as he devours them again. He tastes like chocolate and marshmallow and me .
Kissing him back passionately, I grip the rope tighter, and my toes curl while I attempt to take him in as far as he’ll go. releases a long moan, which heightens my arousal, pressing me harder against the scratchy bark of the tree.
Suddenly, it hits me that his confession doesn’t even phase me. It doesn’t scare me or make me think he’s a creep because he’s done nothing except take the time to learn about me so that he can understand me—what makes me who I am and what he can do to appeal to my likes and interests, even though it’s clear I would have liked him without any of that.
“Let me go,” I plead against his lips. “Undo the ropes, .”
“I’ll do it because you asked so nicely.” He nips my bottom lip. “But I’m never letting you go, Evelyn.”
I’m more than okay with that.
He remains inside me as he quickly releases my wrists, somehow not slipping from between my legs even as he pulls us down once I’m free. sinks to the ground with me straddling him, and his head falls back as I take over the pace, riding him with sharp jerks of my hips. Each thrust makes my breasts bounce as he taps my G-Spot.
“Fuck, baby. You ride me so well. Such a greedy little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” he moans.
I’ll never get tired of hearing the sounds he makes while I bring him pleasure. I never thought a man moaning would be such a huge turn-on. “I am. I fucking love your cock.”
I also love that you researched ways to bring me pleasure. I love that you adore me and want to make me happy. I love …
“I love you ,” he says, moving his hands to my hips as he pounds into me from underneath. “I fucking love you, Evelyn.”
My release rips through me, and I tip my head back and watch the stars as I ride out my orgasm. A flood of warmth pours between us, like some ethereal experience as we come together. Wave after wave crests through me. I drop forward, connecting our lips as I continue to milk him until we’re a mess of shaking limbs and pitchy moans that escape our mouths on sated sighs.
“I love you, too,” I whisper against his lips. “As for studying me, we’ll have to talk about that. I feel like that’s cheating.” I laugh playfully, not an ounce of terror or displeasure in my bones.
“I know. And I’m sorry. I was just so sure you were made for me after reading only a few of your posts. Not just physically, but emotionally, as well. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just didn’t want you to think I was creepy.” He looks so sincere as he wipes my sweaty hair off my face.
“Creepier than bringing me to the woods to tie me up and eat melted marshmallows and chocolate off me?” I tease, stretching to peck his lips. “Seriously, though. I think it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“Tied you up and turned you into a giant graham cracker? Damn, the bar is low.” He laughs, reaching for the corner of the blanket to pull it around us.
We cuddle in our post-coital bliss as we watch the twinkling stars above. “I don’t want to go back tomorrow,” he confesses.
I don’t reply because the thought of returning to the city has me thinking of how he’ll have to start traveling for work again. So, I remain quiet, eventually falling asleep in ’s arms beneath the starry night sky.