9. Hailey
Hailey
R eed's mouth closes over mine, stopping the words that were on the way out. Thoughts vanish from my head. I know what I should do. I should push him away. I should tell him off for doing such a thing. Not only for interrupting my speech with a kiss, but for doing so without permission.
It's unforgiveable. I should tell him never to do it again.
I definitely shouldn't let my fingers curl on his shirt and pull him closer.
I shouldn't open my mouth to deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine and flooding my senses with his taste.
I shouldn't thrust my hand into his hair while inhaling his musky, masculine scent.
When he groans into my mouth, I shouldn't swallow it and let him grab my waist pulling me hard against his chest, his rigid erection resting on my belly.
All the things I shouldn't do are exactly what I do.
My hands travel to his shoulders, nails digging in to hold on. He tastes so good, like fire and heat with a hint of sweetness from licorice candy. His tongue moves masterfully, knowing exactly when and how to tease and when to overwhelm. His lips are strong but soft, despite being so commanding.
As his hand slides up my back, goosebumps break over my skin, turning every spot he touches into an erogenous zone.
He's effortlessly seducing me, seemingly knowing precisely where to let those big hands linger to leave me begging for more.
His fingers trace lightly and delicately over the small of my back.
I feel a whispered touch on the curve of my ass, instantly arousing me, like a promise of more, much more to come.
I want to beg him to grip me hard, to thrust his erection against me but he merely continues running gentle circles over my body, the softness of his touch directly at odds with the hardness of his erection.
He wants me, but he doesn't try to rush, to rut against me like a dog.
I taste the desperation on his lips for a second, the way he nips me as I pull away for breath.
He allows me to draw a single breath before he dives back in.
He keeps his touch controlled, gentle, masterful, focused on pleasing me, on giving, not just taking.
I love it. I love that he's not rushing it, that he's considering my needs as much or perhaps even more than his own, and this drives up my urgency still more, turning me almost insane with lust. I want him.
I want him now. It's been a long time since a man made me feel like this. Maybe I've never felt like this before.
"Hailey." He moans my name against my mouth, his hand finally cupping, then squeezing my ass and pushing me harder into him.
A tiny cry escapes me as I slide up and down against his torso, rubbing myself on him like an animal in heat.
I'm tempted to hook my leg over his waist, to bring his cock to where it's needed the most. A breeze touches my face ruffling my hair, reminding me that we're outdoors where anyone might come across us, but by now I don't care.
We're out in the forest, tracking a mountain lion, yet it seems I don't care where we are, or what's happening around us.
If anything, the dangerous nature of the situation makes it even more arousing.
Whatever it is, my pussy aches, clenching on nothing but air.
I need him. I need him to fill me, to plumb the depths of me, to explode inside of me.
I want rough, animalistic sex that will have us both howling and sweaty and exhausted by the end of it.
This almost violent desire has me mewling against his mouth, my frantic hands fumbling with his belt buckle. He reaches down to undo his holster belt and I hear a clunk as belt, holster and pistol all drop to the ground. One weapon down , I think to myself. Now for the other one .
"Slow down darling." He breathes in my ear, but it only drives my desire higher. My nipples are puckered and aching. He cups my breasts, thumbing my nipples through my shirt, but it only makes me crazier.
It's me that ends up rutting him against him, my pussy wet, my panties sticking to sensitized skin.
Our kiss turns wilder, more aggressive, and I can sense that he's losing himself too, losing that smooth control.
His touches become more frantic, and his tongue lacks the controlled rhythm it originally started with.
That only makes it so much better, because it means his desire is as raw as mine.
"Fuck, I wanted to go slow, but you're driving me fucking insane."
Good, because he's driving me insane too.
I manage to get his jeans belt open, and my hand slides in to pull down his boxers and then reach for his cock.
His skin is hot and he groans the moment I touch him.
Oh my word, he's huge . My entire hand can't wrap around the width of him, even as my fingers trace its pulsating veins.
Suddenly, my back is pressed firmly against the bark of a tall fir, or is it a spruce? Could be anything. Why am I thinking about trees for fuck’s sake? I don't care what it is, so long as it holds our weight.
He groans, head falling back but his hands are moving, ripping down my jeans, tearing off my panties.
"Brace yourself," he whispers before spinning me around so I am braced for him, facing against the tree. My palms rest against the rough bark, and my thighs tremble with anticipation as he aligns himself to my entrance. I gasp for air.
"I'm going to try to go slow," he says. "I'm not sure I'll succeed."
"I don't care," I whisper, and bite off a cry, letting out a single "Oh!" as his cock pushes in slowly but without further warning.
Oh God . My eyes roll to the back of my sockets, my nails dig into the rough surface.
He feels huge. Too huge. I bite my lip to prevent a wail from escaping me.
His cock pulsates and pushes against my raw, tingling nerve endings, my pussy struggling to accommodate him.
His hand snakes around me to touch my clit and as he does so, an electric, bone-melting pleasure arcs through every part of me. I can't think. I can't breathe.
Oh God. Oh God. It's too good, I'm going to die.
"Are you okay?" He pauses with his cock splitting me in two and his voice like gravel in my ears. His head falls forward to drop soft kisses against my shoulder. "Please tell me you're good."
"I'm fine." I manage to choke the words out between gulps for breath. "Please, don't stop now. Fuck me."
He groans and his lips skim the back of my neck and nuzzle and pull at my left ear as he pulls out and pushes in even harder, even deeper.
I scream in delight, and he does it again, and again.
Wet slapping sounds fill the air, his rhythm growing faster and faster, like some kind of furious, tribal drumbeat.
My groan becomes more guttural. I have lost all control.
Am I still here? Stars burst before my eyes.
My upper half remains braced against the tree, but with my lower half I am thrusting back against him, desperate for more of the passion that's weaving a tight ball inside me and that's going to snap at any second now.
I'm coming undone slowly but surely. I can't even think, much less speak anymore. My breath is trapped in my throat as he thrusts into me again and again.
"Fuck, I'm close," he rasps, his fingers reaching around and urgently working my clit. "Cum for me, darling."
I don't resist. I can't. My body splinters apart and I scream my explosive release to the sky…
…and then the world shatters into a million tiny pieces as I reach my climax.
Eventually, after several shuddering moments of extreme orgasm, I come back to my senses, but the sensation of him filling me up, groaning behind me almost has me cumming again.
He collapses against me, wrapping an arm around my waist, holding me tight and breathing heavily into my hair.
"I'm usually better," he says, languidly against my hair. "May or may not have lost myself toward the end there."
"No, it was good." Better than good actually. It was the best thing I've ever felt.
I can't believe I just had sex in the middle of a forest with a man I only met yesterday. I've always liked adventures, but these aren't my usual type of adventures.
However, I don't regret it. It was amazing, and thankfully, no mountain lions came by to maul us. Hopefully, no humans heard us. Oh God, I would die of mortification if any of his friends or their hired hands had sauntered past.
Two miles into the forest… we should be good. Hopefully, our absence has not been noticed and we'll get away with it, but it can't happen again.
"This is..." I swallow shakily to catch my breath. "This is a one-time thing."
I can feel his smile against my shoulder. "Uh-huh."
"I'm serious." I turn to look over my shoulder but all I see is his hair. "I don't want any complications in my life right now. I can't afford them. So this can't go beyond here."
"We don't have to make it complicated," he says.
"We don't have to lay down any rules, or put any timelines on it either.
The mountain can get pretty lonely, so if you're ever feeling horny you come and find me.
" He finally straightens and I can hear the amusement in his voice as he says, "I'll be your good time man. "
I shake my head but still smile. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll be okay."
I turn in time for him to press his smile against my forehead in a kiss. "If you say so, darling. But if not… well, you know where to find me."
After my admittedly exciting incident with him in the forest, I don't see much of Reed or his companions for the next few days because I'm too busy.
For one thing, I have a lot to think about.
It's true—I came here with a fairly romantic and entirely unresearched fantasy about living off-grid like Grizzly Adams or something. Growing my own food, tending the land, growing old and wise as the seasons came and went.
Looking back now, I realize life isn't that simple. Like everyone's been telling me.