Chapter 24 #2
“That’s because you don’t possess my skill.
” I grind against his cock again, my panties a sopping mess.
“I can make you come in my mouth, inside my pussy”—I rise off his lap, and he lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp, a protest, and a mewl—“or I can get you just to the edge and leave you out here with a hard, wet dick full of cum.”
With surprising force, he yanks me back down onto his lap. I yelp when my pussy collides with his hard length. “If you do that to me, I’ll make sure your punishment is ten times worse.”
Something tells me I would happily accept whatever Noah has in mind for my punishment. I would probably ask for more.
But I’ll spare him tonight. Leaving him with a wet, aching, cold dick while he’s trapped in the woods would be cruel.
“Fine.” I huff a faux exasperated sigh while I reach into his joggers and pull out his cock. I spit in my hand and stroke it over him while he tips his head back with a moan. “I’ll let you come inside me.”
His eyes fly open. “I forgot a fucking condom.” His features are contorted in horror. Pain. Like not getting to fuck me right now may actually kill him. “Are you on—”
“Birth control? Yes.” I smirk while I keep stroking him. “After I sucked your soul out of your dick, it seemed like a smart move.”
His low chuckle curls down my spine. “That you did. I love being soulless. It means I can fuck the sweetest, smartest, funniest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met out in the woods with zero inhibitions.”
“Hmm. I don’t know.” I push my panties to the side and sit on his tip, hot and wide and unforgiving. I whimper at the stretch. “I’m pretty sure I’m fucking you.”
His palms stay glued to my hips while I take my time easing every inch of him inside me. “I don’t care who’s fucking who. Just as long as you don’t stop.”
“You think I’m stopping before I come on your cock?” I’m already breathless, even though if I had to guess, I’ve taken maybe half. And that’s being optimistic.
“You better not.” His low warning makes me want to keep taunting him. Then he adds, “Unless you want to come on my face.”
“Maybe when”—I pant as I take another inch, walls still tight and struggling to accommodate him—“we’re back inside.”
He grins. “Mmm. Perfect. Ride my face until dawn, baby.”
My pussy clenches on him. Something about his eagerness to taste me turns me on the most. His inability to restrain himself when he’s around me. His insatiable need for me. Nothing is sexier. “Remember you said that when we’re taking you to the hospital for lockjaw.”
“As long as you’re holding my hand in the ambulance.” His grip on my hips tightens, fingertips digging into my skin. “Brace yourself, Summer. You’re about to get fucked.”
His warning doesn’t come soon enough. He tugs me down, my pussy colliding with his pelvis as I take him all the way to the base.
I cry out, collapsing against him. The space between my legs is already raw and sore, yet the ache is barely perceptible over the pleasure that sings through my veins at that sweet, full feeling only he can give me.
He doesn’t move while he’s buried to the hilt, allowing me a few breathless moments to adjust. The sensation is so overwhelming, I can’t think about anything else.
His cock is inside me, his cock is inside me, his—
“You take me like such a good girl.” How is his voice so steady?
No, I’m going to make sure I have the same effect on him that he has on me. If he’s melting my brain, if he’s fucking the soul out of my body, I’m doing the same to him.
“But I’ll ride you like a bad girl.” I suck in a deep breath and use his shoulders to brace myself as I rise up and rock back down.
We let out simultaneous groans as he fills me, as I take every inch.
“How did I get this lucky?” he murmurs, reverent.
But he doesn’t give me a second to bask in the praise before he yanks my hair and bounces me on his cock.
“I’m the lucky one,” I pant between thrusts.
I truly am. I don’t know how I got this lucky either.
Never before in my twenty-five years of life have I met a man who understands me like he does.
Who doesn’t flinch at my kinks or my fantasies but wholly embraces them.
Who happily joins me in roleplay, even if it risks a night in jail.
Even if it means his leg gets trapped beneath a fallen tree in the middle of the night.
Someone who wants me just the way I am. He’s never asked me to change. Never asked me to compromise.
We move in synchrony, his hands on my waist to guide me, my hips rolling back and forth as the sting of the stretch abates. Replaced by nothing but pleasure at the exquisite fullness.
His thumb dips between us to rub my clit, and somehow, my body is already racing toward that pinnacle of pleasure.
Not yet. It’s not possible—
“When you come for me, Summer,” he pants, “I’m going to fill you. Empty every last drop in that pretty, perfect pussy. And you’re going to thank me.”
“I’m going to what—”
But the pressure from Noah’s thumb on my clit increases, and I can’t stop the orgasm crashing over me. Can’t even remember the last words that left his mouth.
I cry out into the silent night air around us. Noah doesn’t bother trying to muffle my sounds this time. This is the true primal part of the chase. Letting go of our inhibitions, clawing at each other, screaming and moaning loud enough to wake the forest.
My limbs go taut before turning to jelly, pleasure racking through me and leaving me limp in his arms.
“That’s my favorite sound,” he breathes, cradling me against him.
He practically uses me like a sex toy, bouncing me on his cock so fast and hard, my tits bounce wildly under my jacket and I scream until my throat grows hoarse.
One good thing about the chilly temperatures: everyone has their windows shut. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure our adult adventures in the woods would wake everyone in the cabin.
“I want you to”—I stammer, the words nearly impossible to get out as my lungs struggle for air, my heart hammers to the verge of explosion, and Noah rocks my body against him—“come inside—”
“Fuck, Summer.” Noah pins me to him and groans, his cock jerking deep inside me as he delivers on his promise to fill me with every drop.
I love the way his face scrunches almost in pain when he comes. I could fuck him every day just to see that look on his face. To bask in the way his gaze stays trained on me.
“Thank you.” The words spill from my mouth.
His grin is pure evil. “Good girl.”
“I was thanking you for chasing me,” I pant through labored breaths. “Trying to, anyway.”
“Yes, and for filling you with my cum.” Beneath my palm, his heart hammers.
I open my mouth to object, but no words come out. Damn him. He’s right.
“You can admit you have a cum kink. I’ve accepted all of your other kinks, haven’t I?”
“Pretty sure a cum kink also includes no use of birth control.” Pretty sure, though I’m not positive. “Which we are using.”
“You like the roleplay then.”
I can’t argue that. “When we’re back home, we should do this again. My landlord owns a patch of woods behind my house. Maybe we can even add in toys for some extra fun.”
“Sounds great to me.” Noah pulls me in for a deep, luxuriating kiss, tongue tasting me like we have all the time in the world together to stay out here in this bubble.
At last, he releases me and I straighten, thighs trembling. Warmth spills from between my legs, soaking my panties. I’ve never done that before, but I can confidently say it won’t be the last time. “I’m going to call Killian.”
“What?” Noah frowns up at me from where he’s tucking everything back in his joggers.
I gesture to the fallen tree. “I’m pretty sure he’s the only one who’s going to be able to help you out of there.”
“Right. I forgot about that.”
I grin like a moron. Sex so good he forgets he’s stuck? My ego will never come back down from this.
Thankfully, Killian answers on the third ring, voice groggy. “Hello?”
“Can you come out to the woods?”
“Um, why? Are you planning to axe-murder me?”
“Where would I get an axe?”
“So you are planning to murder me!”
“Tell him I’m going to murder him if he doesn’t get his ass out here in the next five seconds,” Noah growls.
“Noah’s leg is stuck under a tree, and I can’t move it or him.”
“Got it.” Without another word, Killian hangs up.
The door to the cabin bangs shut less than a minute later, Killian’s lumbering, shadowy figure heading toward us. We call out to him a few times before he manages to find us.
When he spots Noah’s predicament, he nods. “Oof. Been there.”
I’m about to ask in which circumstances Killian also found himself trapped under a tree, but I shut my mouth. I don’t want to know.
Killian manages to get Noah out from under the tree in less than thirty seconds. Noah rolls his ankle but still winces and accepts Killian’s offer of support as he limps back to the cabin.
I’m starting to feel bad that our escapades cause him so many injuries.
While Noah keeps an arm wrapped around Killian’s massive shoulders, he searches the forest floor. To me, he murmurs, “I lost my mask.”
“You were wearing a mask?” Killian booms. I’m willing to bet all of the money in my checking account that this man doesn’t know how to whisper. “Jesus, Noah. I don’t want to know about this shit.”
“You saw me buy it.”
“Yeah, but I don’t need to bear witness to the aftermath.” He gestures to Noah like there’s any evidence of what we’ve done.
“I’ll go back and look for it,” I offer.
“No.” Noah’s eyes go wide. “You can’t be out here alone.”
“Relax, honey bunny,” I drawl. “I’m not afraid of the dark. Especially when I have a flashlight. If I don’t find it in the next five minutes, I’ll go back inside.”
“She’s the one who shot you, remember?” Killian adds. “She can take care of herself.”
“She can, but that doesn’t mean she should have to. Not with me around.”
While they keep arguing, I head deeper into the woods, using the flashlight on my phone to search the ground.
When I’m four minutes into my search, I’m starting to think finding Noah’s mask is a lost cause. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything unique or custom. A mask he can easily replace with five minutes of online shopping.
My phone vibrates with a text. No doubt Noah desperate to know where I am.
Unknown
still watching u
My stomach twists. The silent darkness of the woods encroaches, and I scan my surroundings, searching for whoever the hell is watching me.
But there’s no one. At least, not where I can see them.
The number isn’t the same one Noah was texting me from as my mysterious stalker. This is someone else.
It has to be Michael. Following me home and showing up at my apartment wasn’t enough.
Michael Hunt followed me to this cabin. Me and Noah and his whole family. The hairs on the back of my neck stick up.
I need to tell Noah. Because we could all be in danger.