Chapter 10 #3
“You have one chance.” He rocked his hips, and we both moaned as his shaft dragged over my hole. “Safeword now or I’m taking this ass until I’m done with it.” He rocked again, fucking his cock up and down my cleft. Slicking me from my balls to the top of my crack.
“Fuck me,” I said, rocking with him. My dick was trapped between the dirt and my stomach, every inch throbbing and miserable.
He dropped his forehead to the back of my neck.
Sweat stung my eyes, and the damp, mineral scent of mud invaded my lungs.
He worked his hips against me a few more times, his powerful thighs flexing against mine.
“You want it bad, don’t you, puppy? Such a dirty boy, begging for this dick out here where anyone can see. ”
“Yes, sir.” I tried to turn my head so I could kiss him, but he kept me pinned, using my body like I was a doll. He seemed to guess my intent—and my frustration—because he rocked harder, swiveling his hips and grinding his shaft over my hole.
“You’ll take what I give you,” he said, voice rasping with confidence. “Pinned down in the dark with my cock stretching you out. That’s what you wanted this whole time, isn’t it? You wanted to be put in the dirt and bounced on the end of my dick.”
Well, he had me pegged. Which surprised no one.
“Yes,” I said through clenched teeth. I tried to lift my hips and got nowhere. Dropping my forehead to the mud, I writhed under his weight, desperate for friction on my cock or hole or, fuck, just anywhere. “Now. Please. Jesse, sir, I need it so bad. I—”
“You’re getting it,” he growled. Sharp teeth nipped my ear, then his tip prodded my opening and he pushed inside, his baseball bat of a dick stretching and stretching me, leaving me trembling on the edge of “fuck, yes” and “this is a horrible idea.”
My groan probably sent every animal in the forest running for cover. Jesse kept coming, entering me in one long, merciless push until his hot sack nestled against the back of mine. He was hot everywhere, his chest flush to my back and his thick arms bracketing my shoulders.
For a moment, he didn’t move, letting me adjust. Then his lips brushed the skin under my ear.
“Okay?” he murmured.
His shaft idled against my prostate, engine hot and rumbling. “Yeah. Come on.”
Sharp teeth nipped my neck. “That’s not how good boys speak to me.”
“Sir,” I said. “Yes, sir. Please fuck me.”
He licked the spot where he’d bitten me, then worked his hips against my ass, damn near fucking his balls inside me. Cum squished against my hole and drizzled down my nuts. “Better,” he grunted. “Again.”
Fuck. I wriggled harder, humping the ground. Pleasure zinged through me, but it wasn’t enough. “Please, sir,” I said, lips against the dirt.
“Again,” he ordered, grinding on my ass.
He lifted away and punctuated the order with a sharp slap on one of my cheeks.
Pain spiked, followed by a rush of heat that had my dick ready to drill the ground for oil.
My parents had never spanked me. They were jerks, but they’d opted for modern shit like time-outs and quiet discussions about Being Less of an Asshole.
So I had no idea why Jesse’s hand on my cheeks sent me into orbit.
I wasn’t going to examine it too closely.
Sometimes you just told the universe thank you and moved on.
Jesse’s hand came down harder, the smack jolting me.
My ass clamped hard around his dick, and his moan vibrated my spine.
His weight shifted on my back, and he used his knee to shove one of mine wider.
“Cat got your tongue, puppy? I thought you wanted to be fucked. Ask me nicely or this hole goes hungry.”
“Please fuck me, sir!” My voice cracked at the end, embarrassing as hell and that did it for me, too. The burn of his entry was gone, replaced with wide-open jaws of more and yes and now.
He withdrew a couple inches, then drove back inside just as thunder boomed around us. My own cum burned my passage. His teeth grazed my neck.
“Up,” he growled, hooking an arm under my waist and forcing my hips off the ground. I scrambled to all fours and shoved my ass backward. His fat cockhead found my prostate like it had GPS.
Stars burst behind my eyes. Maybe a new fucking galaxy. I thrust my ass higher—a greedy offering on the altar of really good sex.
Jesse didn’t wait. He seized my hips with rough hands, fingers biting hard enough to bruise, and yanked me back onto his dick.
He scooped his hips once. Twice. Getting the angle exactly the way he wanted it.
Then he planted a hand between my shoulder blades, pushed me flat to my forearms, and started plowing me like he was trying to win a contest.
Suddenly, I had a decent idea how a castle gate felt when a battering ram came at it.
Jesse drove into me, his dick knocking against my prostate with every thrust. Pleasure ran down my thighs in thick waves.
My vision dimmed, and I might have laughed at how over-the-top that was, him deep-dicking me into semi-consciousness, but I was too busy losing my shit.
My knees slipped everywhere and my ass shook as I absorbed his thrusts.
Rain splattered my neck and shoulders, and I didn’t give a fuck.
I moaned and whined and babbled, sounding like a porn star trying to PR an orgasm.
“Stay up,” Jesse growled, hips bouncing off my cheeks.
No fucking problem. I might have said it. I had no way of knowing with him rocking my world and ass and internal organs. He dug his fingers into my waist and gave me hard, ruthless strokes, every thrust driving my cum deeper inside me.
And, my god, he was a dirty motherfucker. Even more so than I’d thought. Jesse van der Meer was onion layers of depraved, and I was just happy to be along for the ride.
Because what a ride.
He fucked me faster, driving me forward and sideways, my knees and elbows sliding in the freezing mud. A hazy corner of my brain registered the sticky, earthy mess coating my thighs and seeping around my fingers, but who cared? Cleanliness was a problem for Future Caleb.
The head of Jesse’s cock nailed my prostate over and over, each hammer-drop making sparks shoot through my limbs.
My own erection swung wildly between my thighs.
He railed me, driving his dick so deep and fast he would have hurt me if we’d been human.
But we weren’t, and I took it, slipping and hollering in the mud with my brain turned to static and pleasure searing new pathways through my nervous system.
It was more than that, though. It was fucking euphoria, and I was the lucky bitch who got to swim in it.
Rome and the Council didn’t matter. My old life in New York didn’t matter.
The long, unknown stretch of eternity didn’t matter.
Just Jesse’s body slamming into mine, the mix of pleasure-pain crackling under my skin.
My orgasm sparkled somewhere off to the side—a little ball of light daring me to reach up and snatch it from the air.
My ass spasmed and my hips bucked. Loud, inhuman sounds spilled from between my lips.
Anyone wandering into the forest would have thought I was being murdered.
My aching dick floundered between my legs.
I clawed at the ground as if I could dig my release from the soil.
“Come with me,” Jesse said, voice low and tattered. He reached around and seized my cock.
Game over.
My orgasm ripped from me in a nuclear blast. I melted the fuck down, sirens blaring and core disintegrating. I shot all over the ground, cum landing so hard the splatter hit louder than the rain. My whole body clenched and contracted and did new things I didn’t have words for.