20. Imry
20
IMRY
Haze’s surprise is everything. He’s so shocked that he’s practically boneless as I tie his hands to the top of the bridge, leaving him completely exposed to me. Entirely at my mercy.
His pulse races under my hand. His whole body reacts. The tinge of fear in his eyes mixes with heat when he realizes he can’t move, makes me hungry for him all the more. Then his eyes track my movements as I discard my pants and roll a condom on. I’m not sure he even realizes he licks his lips.
His eyes widen when a car comes this way. He looks at the road and then up at the bridge. It’s fine. They won’t see us. Even if they do, they’ll pretend they don’t.
Now that I don’t have to worry about getting myself ready, I step into his space. Haze reflexively tries to pull his hands toward me. I practically moan when he can’t move.
He gasps when I grip his dick through his shorts. Such sexy shorts. They’re mid-thigh, kind of loose, but tight enough that his erection can’t easily be hidden. Especially not when he’s stretched out for me.
“You like being caught, Haze?” I murmur.
He shudders, but I don’t miss the way his cock twitches in excitement in my hold. His breaths are hard, loud. Only because I’m dying to live out this moment, I don’t toy with him any longer. I shove his shorts down, letting them pool at his ankles. I’m torn between leaving these sexy little briefs on while I fuck him or shoving them down.
On the one hand, I like the idea that he’s going to be restrained here too. It’s exciting. On the other, I also enjoy the idea that he’s going to be completely exposed to the forest and anyone that might meander by.
Not that someone will. Though we’re not that far from Uncle Noaz’s house. I suppose if I can get Haze screaming loud enough, they may hear and come to investigate.
New goal.
I’m reminded of the conversation I shared with my brothers, Uncle Auden, and Rhodes over Christmas. About how good sex is when the connection between you and your lover is intense. Deep and almost feral. I already feel more turned on now than any other sexual encounter outside of Haze, and we’ve barely begun. My brothers are right; there’s definitely something to this.
I lick along his jaw sloppily as I tease his dick through his underwear. Haze whimpers. Fuck, there’s nothing sexier than a big guy whimpering. I nip at his ear and bite a little harder at his neck.
“Ready for your… is this a punishment? I feel since it’s my reward, then it should be your punishment, but given how hard your cock is, I’m not sure that’s accurate.”
“It’s not,” Haze says. “But yes. Fuck me like your life depends on it, Imry.”
Seriously, no one can get me as hot as he can. I shove his underwear down and then turn back to fish the lube from my pants pocket. I squirt some on my fingers as I move around him. It would be convenient if there were a table right here.
Fine. I lube my dick first, then pour an ample amount into my hands before letting the tube fall to the ground. One hand wraps around his cock while I work the other’s fingers into his ass. Haze grunts. His body tries to move, both forward into my palm and backward against my fingers. I’ve left him with just enough purchase on the ground, so he’s not outright hanging, but he doesn’t have the leverage to move either.
However, this man is taller than I am, which means this could potentially backfire. I glance up at the rope. I can loosen it if I need to and lower him. No way to figure out if this is going to work until I try.
Deciding I have enough lube in him, I adjust so I can line my dick up. It seems it’s not his legs where his extra height comes in. It’s his torso. His sexy ass is a little high, but not so much that I won’t make him scream.
I work my cockhead in, listening to him groan. My hand on his dick stops, though I don’t let him go. Once again, I’m using it as a joystick, keeping him in place. When I’m an inch inside him, I grip his hip, bracing him steady, and give him a chance to catch his breath.
Then I slam into his ass. His loud cry does exactly what I hoped it would. It echoes around the trees and against the stone of the bridge, sending vibrations of excitement into me. I keep him as still as I can and fuck him as I always do.
Harsh. Brutal. Rough.
His cries are loud, filling the forest around us. His dick throbs in my hand, assuring me he’s enjoying it.
“You’re right,” I tell him, biting the back of his shoulder as I moan. He feels so fucking good. “You can outrun me. But that doesn’t mean you’ll win the race.”
“You. Knew. That,” he says between loud, desperate grunts.
“I did,” I admit. “I’m shit at running. But I’ll still lead the chase.”
He whines, a sound that has me nearly feral.
“You like this, Haze? Like being at my mercy? Entirely helpless while I use your body?”
“Yes,” he grunts.
“You like being chased? Caught?”
Haze’s whine is loud, punctuated by his loud, choked, grunty cries. “Yes.”
I reach up, wrapping my hand around his neck. I haven’t done so since Christmas, but as soon as I do, his entire body is a live wire. He shakes, gasps, and bucks against me uncontrollably.
“You really like this, don’t you?”
He nods. I flex my hand tighter and his loud gasp has me grabbing his cock and jerking him. His hole, already made extra tight as he tries to keep his hold on the ground, clenches maddeningly. The sexy, frantic sounds as he tries to breathe fill me like poison. The loud, wet slaps of our bodies pulsate through the forest.
Haze comes in my hold. I feel his tears as they track down his face. His choked, breathless sobs of pleasure fill my head, giving me the last little push over the precipice and I succumb to the pleasure of fucking this man like he’s my prisoner.
I loosen my grip around his neck as soon as he’s finished. I don’t actually want to choke him. He pants in my arms, his body still trembling with the strain of the ropes holding him stretched out.
“I’ll let you loose in a second,” I say. “Catch your breath first so you don’t land on the ground. I’m not sure I can hold you up right now.”
He snorts. “Fucked me too good for the both of us,” he pants.
I grin. “I did. You okay?”
“I feel slightly unhinged in saying this, but fuck yeah. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
“I’m offended that all our other times don’t hold up.”
His head falls backwards, leaning on mine. “You’ve been the sex to beat since our first time. The only one who has outperformed you is you.”
“Good. We’re keeping it that way.”
“No complaints here.”
I smile. Several minutes go by as we catch our breath. When I’m relatively convinced we’ll both remain on our feet, I reach up for the rope and pull on the end that will let him loose. The rope becomes slack immediately, and his arms come down. Keeping him against my chest, I untie the knots around his wrists.
These aren’t the best ropes to play with, but since I’d only had a minute, I grabbed the closest one I could, which was from my trunk. Honestly, I gave him a minute head start because I didn’t want him to see the inside of my trunk and ask questions. Not everyone has axes, a crossbow, rubber suits, rope, and tarps hidden in their trunk. Not gonna lie—I’d have questions, too.
“We’ll clean these when I get back. Sorry. I’ll get a softer rope next time.”
Haze gives me his body weight as he leans against me. “Next time, huh?”
I shrug. “If you want. There are other places to tie you up that will be equally thrilling.”
“You assume you’ll win every time.”
“I will. In this one thing, I will win every time, Haze. Keep that in mind the next time you want to be chased.”
I love the way he shivers. It’s sexy as fuck.
We don’t clean up because… with what? I didn’t bring clean-up material. I thought ahead enough to grab a plastic bag to put the condom in so I wasn’t littering our pretty forest, but otherwise, we’re going back sloppy.
“Where does this road lead?” Haze asks, pointing in the direction of the barns.
“More barns. Storage.”
“Two cars have gone that way today. Is that normal?”
I shrug. “Dunno. I don’t keep track of the traffic the barns get, but given what they hold, I’d say it’s pretty normal. You want to see them?”
Haze considers. He watches down the road that disappears into the trees for a minute before looking back toward my house. Probably weighing his options on how important it is to clean up right now.
“There are bathrooms in the barns,” I tell him.
“Cool. Let’s go check them out. Are we talking a mile or eight miles? What kind of a hike am I looking at with lube still in my aching ass?”
I laugh. “We’ll grab Uncle Noaz’s side-by-side. He’s just around the corner.”
“Ugh. I thought so. They didn’t hear us, did they?”
I grin. “Dunno. We can ask.”
Haze shoves me. “Or we can not ask.”
“Fine, but you’re going to come up with the reason we hoofed it this far, look like we just fucked in the forest, and now need his wheels. You have like six minutes to think about it.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I swear, this family has no boundaries.”
“We have boundaries,” I argue. “Just… not very many. Also, we believe it’s important for a healthy sense of assurance and confidence that we’re body forward and sex positive.” I sniff, glancing away from him.
I’m not sure what’s different about Haze’s smile. When I look back at him, he’s got this… it’s not soft or sexy or anything. It’s just… sweet, maybe.
We climb up the embankment, and Haze takes my hand as we walk along the road toward Uncle Noaz’s house. I try not to smile like a dopey, love-sick puppy.
“What’s that?” Haze asks, and I study the area where he’s pointing.
“Wow,” I say. “You see everything.”
He grins. “Not really. That’s just sticking out. Literally.”
Okay, he’s not wrong. “You’re going to judge hard, but I’ll show you that too.”
“Why would I judge?”
“Oh, just wait. I’d judge, too. I’d be shocked if you didn’t.”
Uncle Noaz and Briar aren’t home, so I grab the keys to the buggy, and we take off down the road. Haze sends Briar a text telling him we took it and will return it in a bit. In hindsight, this was the best idea. The barns are quite a ways away.
There are definitely secrets in the barns, but not nearly as many as the garages have. The garages house our vehicles that we use for local kills. Once they come back spotless, practically stripped and brand new, they stay in the garages until they make it through rotation.
There are eight barns. Yes, eight. Most of which are simply barns that house random old farm equipment and extra feed we rotate out but keep on hand in case of some economic crisis where we can’t purchase more for our animals.
Also, as seen in cartoons and spy movies, there’s a lever underground that practically swallows most of the contents of the barns, giving us access to the feed and shit while leaving a seemingly empty place you wouldn’t look twice at.
The biggest barn, where vehicles are stored, is three stories. There’s a car elevator and vehicles stored on every level. Haze stares for a long time.
“This doesn’t have to do with the tube coming out of the ground, does it?”
“No.”
“All right, but just so you know, I’m already judging.”
I laugh. “Come on. There’s an entrance close by.”
“An entrance,” he parrots. “What are you hiding?”
I don’t answer.
We don’t take the buggy this time, but walk back into the trees until we’re met with a rocky outcropping, reminding us we’re still in the desert. Masked within the rocks is a door.
Sighing, I say, “Be prepared to judge harder.”
Haze looks at me skeptically. Until he sees that the perfectly concealed door within the rocks opens and reveals a long corridor traveling deeper underground.
“Holy fuck,” he says.
Smiling, I pick up one of the lanterns, turn it on, and hand it to him. “In you go.”
He eyes me suspiciously, but steps inside. With another lantern in hand, I shut the door behind us, sealing us in the absolute darkness.
“Do I even want to know what this is?” Haze asks.
Our footsteps echo on the concrete. “It’ll be obvious soon. Just keep walking. Watch your feet, though. We’ll be coming to some stairs soon.”
He stops abruptly, and I know we’ve reached the stairs. I can only barely make out his shadowed face as he looks at me over his shoulder. Yep, judging hard now, aren’t you? I muse.
We head deeper down. The air gets cooler the deeper we go. I know when his feet hit the bottom because his body activates the motion lights.
In a comically familiar sci-fi way, the lights flicker on overhead. Every foot, lights turn on one after another. On and on and on.
We’re looking into an underground bunker, but not just any bunker because we have a stupid amount of money. This is an empty city waiting to be populated.
“Ho-ly hell,” Haze says as he looks around.
I stand beside him. “Five-times-great-granddad was obsessed with hiding places. He was a conspiracy theorist to the max. Super paranoid. During World War I, great-granddad-whoever expanded it. The first true expansion came during the second World War as the country prepared for nuclear war. Then the Cold War. And, as with everything, once we moved here, Dad made it what it is. He always says if we’re going to do something—even something as frivolous and ridiculous as a fallout shelter—then we’re doing it right.”
“Wow,” Haze says, obviously still stunned. “What do you use it for now?”
“Nothing. Dad has a professional doomsday company—no, they’re not called that, but whatever—do a complete inspection and perform any necessary maintenance once a month. I’d say just in case, but I think that still goes along with doing something right as opposed to him believing on any level that it’ll be necessary in our lifetimes.”
“But in future generations? Maybe,” Haze says.
“I won’t argue with that. The world has never been at peace. Someone always wants more territory. Someone always believes their religion is the true religion and the rest of the world should be wiped out. There’s always conflict, and with the invention of weapons of mass destruction? It’s a matter of time, you know?”
“That’s a scary thought.”
“Not a thought for now. However,” I look around and grin. “I think next time I chase you, we should do it down here.”
Haze looks at me, startled, but that surprise quickly turns into a grin.
Today, we’re just going to look around, though. There’s certainly a whole lot more for him to judge us over. Might as well make it thorough.