9. Jax
JAX
Myles doesn’t put up any kind of fight as I lean a bit heavier on him and press him into the tree. In fact, he almost seems to melt against me as he lets out another of those gasp/groans that sets my already heated blood on fire.
“Last chance to walk away,” I tell him, my voice low and raspy. “Think carefully about what you choose.”
His silence tells me everything I need to know.
I can honestly say that ending up here would have been one of the last things I’d have put on my list of things that could happen today when I climbed up onto my perch in front of his window a few hours ago.
It started the same as every other time I sat there watching him, but then he did the one thing I didn’t expect, and he broke the fourth wall, so to speak, when he held up that sign asking if I was there.
No one has ever tried to communicate with me while I’ve been observing them. Hell, before Myles, no one had even figured out that I was watching them.
I could hear my brother’s voice in my head telling me not to be an idiot as I used my scouting mirror to answer. I told myself I was only going to do it once to fuck with him, but he kept writing questions, and I kept answering.
When he asked if I wanted to play a game with him, I assumed he was talking out of his ass and there was no way he’d actually do it, but then I watched him change into his gear and rush outside.
He had the chance to shut things down before they started, and he had the chance to do it again just now, but he didn’t. That means he’s either reckless or stupid. Either way, he’s as into this as I am.
Watching him run from me and chasing after him as I hunted him down was the hottest and most exhilarating thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve imagined doing exactly this for years, but in my fantasies, it was never a sexual thing.
I thought the best high I could feel outside of drugs and pharmaceuticals would be to hunt someone down like prey. To see their fear as they’re reduced to their baser instincts and their entire world becomes about me. Running from me. Hiding from me. Being afraid of me .
The difference now is that in all those fantasies, the chase was the prize. But with Myles, the chase was only the appetizer. And catching him is only the beginning of what I want to do to him.
That rush is there, but it’s overshadowed by my unexpected arousal.
By the fire in my veins and the tightness in my body, by how hard I am, and how I can feel my grip on my control slipping a little bit more with each passing second.
That’s never happened, but I lean into it instead of trying to fight it.
He should know what he signed up for. If not, he’s about to find out.
Myles’s breaths are coming out in quick, shallow bursts, and he lets out a soft moan when I press my dick against the swell of his full ass. That sound, and the way he arches his back just the slightest bit to feel more of me, spurs me into motion.
Roughly, I reach around him and cup his dick through his leggings. He’s as hard as I am, and the whimper he lets out when I give his length a firm squeeze is one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.
I might not have ever wanted to fuck around with a guy before, but the fact that I want to not just destroy Myles, but fucking own him, doesn’t freak me out.
If anything, it just strengthens my desires because he’s the only person who’s ever kept my attention for more than a few minutes.
He’s the first person I’ve ever really wanted.
And I don’t just want him. I need him.
With a low growl, I pull him from the tree and walk him a few feet away. He stumbles along beside me, then falls to his knees when I give him a shove.
He stays like that, his back stiff and his chest heaving, as I slowly walk around him and stop when I’m in front of him. He looks up at me, his eyes bright and wide, and my cock throbs as he drags his tongue over his full bottom lip.
As much as I want to climb on top of him and fuck him into the forest floor, I hold back. For one, I don’t have any supplies on me, and spit isn’t going to cut it with the mood I’m in. But the other thing holding me back is his mouth.
I want it on my dick. Want to see his green eyes stare up at me as those lush lips wrap around my shaft.
His breath catches as I slip one hand under my hoodie and flip the pin on my belt buckle. He watches my every move, those big green eyes staring up at me with that perfect blend of fear and fascination as I pull the leather thong of my belt free.
Shifting my hand slightly, I grip the buckle and give it a hard tug, yanking it from my waist in one fluid motion.
Myles’s gasp is quiet, but still audible, and the flash of heat in his eyes is unmistakable.
He wants me, and he wants this. He just doesn’t want to want it.
The corners of my mouth tip up in a smile. Perfect.
I stand there for a few beats, and the heat in his eyes grows stronger as he looks between me and the belt I’m holding loosely at my side.
He can’t see me under my hood, especially with the ambient light around us dimming, and knowing that he’s giving in to me without even knowing who I am is what finally snaps my control.
I lunge at him, and his cry of surprise makes me smile wider as I grab his wrists in one hand and throw the length of my belt over them.
A rope or something thinner and more pliable would be easier to work with, but the thick leather doesn’t slow me down as I wrap it around his wrists and secure it with the buckle.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, his wide eyes fixed on his bound hands.
I lean in close and put my lips next to his ear. “Game over.”
His gasp is laced with both fear and desire. So is the squeal he lets out when I rip my pants open with one hand and slide the other through the thick strands of his hair.
His next gasp turns into a moan when I give his hair a firm yank and stand. He stares up at me, his lips parted and so damn inviting as I fish my dick out of my underwear.
His eyes widen as he stares at my cock. I’m hard and leaking for him, and he watches as a bead of precum slowly slides down my length.
I give his hair another yank and hold my dick by the base so I can angle it toward his mouth. He gasps again, then clamps his mouth closed, going so far as to fold his lips inward and bite down on them.
I let out a low chuckle. And here I was worried this would be too easy.
I pull his head toward my dick until my cockhead presses against his lips. The soft flush on his cheeks darkens, and I rub my tip over the seam of his mouth, painting it with my precum.
The flare of heat in those pretty green eyes is unmistakable, and so is the flash of defiance.
I chuckle again. He wants this, but he needs me to force it on him so he can give in without guilt.
Hell fucking yeah.
I let go of his hair and grip his chin with my thumb and forefinger.
Another of those flashes lights his eyes, and I pull down hard on his chin.
He fights me for a few beats, but his mouth falls open in a surprised gasp when I slap my dick against his cheek hard enough that a sting of pain radiates up my shaft.
Taking advantage of the opening, so to speak, I shove my dick into his mouth and rub the underside against his tongue.
He chokes and coughs around my length, and I bury my hand in his hair again to hold him in place.
Just because I can, I push my dick deeper into his mouth, then pull out completely as he coughs and splutters. His eyes are watering, and his cheeks are stained red, but he doesn’t tell me to stop or say no as he lifts his bound hands and gives my thigh a hard shove.
I laugh, then laugh again when he glares up at me and lifts his hands to presumably deliver another push. I stop that by shoving my dick back in his mouth and don’t stop until I bump against the back of his throat.
The sensation of his throat spasming around my cockhead as he chokes feels insanely good, but it’s nothing compared to the look in his eyes. He’s pissed and scared and turned on, and he has no idea what to do with any of it.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I angle his face up and start fucking his mouth. More of that scared defiance flares in his eyes, but he can’t hide how he seals his mouth around me and starts sucking without any prompting.
My lips twitch up in another smile as he hits my thigh a few times with his bound hands and gives me another shove. He’s still sucking my dick and tonguing my shaft, and the mix of submission and defiance sends a new rush of desire through me that turns my blood to liquid fire in my veins.
Sliding my hands to the back of his head, I yank him closer and sink down to my knees, dragging his head with me so he’s forced to bend at the waist and lean over until his torso is parallel to the ground.
This new position is great for me because I can hold his head with both hands and thrust up into his mouth as hard and as fast as I want. But it’s not so awesome for him since he has to use his bound hands to keep balanced and he doesn’t have the leverage to pull out of my grip.
The only thing I don’t like is that I can’t see his face, but looking down the length of his body and seeing what he’d look like spread out for me and taking my cock from behind makes up for it.
The gurgling noises he’s making around my shaft as I drive my dick into the warm, wet heat of his mouth are so damn hot, and it takes a second to recognize what they are. He’s moaning around me, but they’re coming out garbled because my dick is cutting off his air.
Everything about the moment is like something out of a fantasy I never knew I had.
The rapidly dimming light as night falls around us, the eerie silence of the woods, and the gentle fall breeze moving over my exposed skin are hot in ways I never imagined they could be, and the constant reminders that we’re outside, and even though we’re far from school, there’s a chance that someone could see us, ramps things up to the next level.