Chapter 30
THIRTY
NOAH
Well tonight took an unexpected turn.
My girl is fiery as hell tonight, and now I get to play out one of my darkest fantasies.
I watch as Gracie’s eyes widen, fear and indecision written all over her face before determination quickly takes over and she makes a break for it.
Some part of her really must want this as much as I do, because instead of running in the direction of campus, she instead makes a beeline into the forest, making arousal curl in my gut.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I give her a few seconds head start before taking after her. Gracie might be in shape, but I’m a lot faster than her, which is I why I steady my pace into a leisurely jog, not wanting to catch her so soon.
The only thing I can hear are the quiet, natural sounds of the forest, Gracie’s panting breaths and my pulse thudding in my ears.
We’re far enough away from the school now that we’re completely isolated. No one will be able to hear us when I fuck her.
No one will hear her scream.
Luckly, I timed our little excursion late enough for the day’s sun to have fallen but not too late that we’re drenched in complete darkness. Sure, it would have been fun for us to do this under the black of night, but I don’t want Gracie tripping over a fallen branch and breaking an ankle.
I like seeing her endure a little pain during sex, but any other pain that is not directly handed out by me sounds abhorrent.
“I’m coming for you, love,” I call out and she makes a noise that’s a mixture between a yell and a squeak.
Fucking adorable.
“Fuck you, asshole,” she shouts back at me, and I can’t help but laugh.
It’s booming, so much so that it almost echoes around us, only adding to the excitement.
“We’ve had this conversation once already, Gracie, and we both know how that ended.”
Yeah, that ended up with me fucking her against a tree. Maybe that’s just her way of saying that she wants me without actually uttering the words?
Thoughts for another day, I suppose.
I chase my girl through the woods, my head clear from thoughts, my adrenaline pumping and my cock straining against the fabric of my jeans.
After around ten minutes of running with me steadily behind her, Gracie pauses, bending at the knees as she holds onto a tree and pants for breath.
I stop too, not to catch my breath but just to watch her, transfixed.
She really is fucking beautiful, the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Once she finally has her breathing under control, her body snaps up straight before her gaze darts around, trying to catch a glimpse of me. She won’t be able to see me from the way I’m positioned behind a tree, but it’s cute that she thinks I’d make it so easy for her.
Once she realizes that it’s pointless trying to seek me out, she starts running again but this time, I stroll after her, not finding any need to rush.
This has got to be one of the best games we’ve ever played.
We’ve hardly had any interaction at all, yet my dick is leaking pre-cum and I’ve never been so hard in my life.
It’s a rush, knowing that she’s out here, fear and anticipation thrumming in her veins. I know she gets on off this as much as I do, she’d just never admit it.
If she didn’t want this, she wouldn’t be running.
No, she’d have either gone back to campus or fought with me.
Instead, she chose to run into the forest and continues to run farther and farther away from civilization, daring me to catch up to her and fuck her.
And I will, just not yet.
I could have given her a real head start, but I don’t know these woods nearly as well as I do the ones near the cottage, and I didn’t want to risk losing her.
We could have gone there, but it would have been too much of a risk. The last thing we need is Cole or one of the others spotting us. I’m already playing it too close, considering I’m sure Logan has his suspicions about what’s going on between us.
Luckily for me, both Cole and Harley seem completely clueless as to what’s going on, and I’m going to do everything I can for it to stay that way.
At least, for now.
She must stop again because I somehow manage to catch up to her even with me walking and her running, and I decide it’s time to step into phase two of our little game.
I wait until she’s running again before catching up and pouncing, tackling her to the ground with my hand cradling her head. I do my best to not let any of my weight land on her as we both crash to the floor.
We somehow landed face to face with me lying on top of her, her face is a mask of fury as she kicks and thrashes, trying to get me off of her, but she can’t hide the glint of excitement in her eyes.
She’s fucking loving this, even if she won’t act like it.
But then again, I knew she would be like this.
I knew she would fight me, that’s what makes it all the more fun.
“Yessss,” I moan. “Keep fighting me, babe. It only makes me harder.”
“You’re a sick fuck,” she spits, her tone venomous.
I chuckle. “Yeah, but I’m your sick fuck.”
That makes her pause, her eyes widening before disbelief takes over her pretty features. “You really are insane.”
“Only for you, love.”
She grins. “Good,” she says before lifting her knee and hitting me in my gut, making me groan and grab it as pain has me momentarily breathless. She uses my distraction to move me off her and stands on shaky legs before taking off again and I can’t help but laugh.
I fucking taught her that move.
I scramble to my feet and head after her, the pain in my gut now nothing but an afterthought as I chase her down. She hadn’t gotten far in the time I was still down, so I’m able to catch up quickly.
This time, instead of tackling her to the ground, I grab her arms and spin her around so that she’s facing me before sweeping her legs out from beneath her before blanketing my body over hers.
She gives me a halfhearted shove and glares at me, making me smile behind the mask.
“Finished?” I ask once she finally stills and she huffs, giving me a pointed look that says you’re not giving me a choice.
I chuckle. “Go ahead and tell me you don’t want this, love. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave you alone. Tell me that you don’t crave me just as much as I do you. Tell me that this isn’t what you want, what you need.”
She opens her mouth before snapping it shut and rolling her lips inward.
That’s what I thought.
“You can’t, can you?” I murmur and pin her arms about her head.
“You want to hate me, but you can’t. You don’t want to want me, yet you can’t stop your body from reacting to me.
Are you wet, love?” I whisper, leaning down so that my face is directly above hers.
“You are, aren’t you? You’re fucking dripping for me, drenched with need and soaking your panties from running through the forest, knowing that I’m chasing after you. ”
Again, she doesn’t respond, and that just won’t do.
“Answer me,” I demand, and she whimpers, her body squirming in my hold.
“Gracie,” I warn.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m wet for you.”
Fuck.
“Yeah, you are,” I murmur before reaching down and undoing the zipper on my jeans and pulling out my aching dick. “And I’m so fucking hard for you.”
I sit back on my knees, keeping her hands held firmly in mine while fisting my cock.
My palm is placed right next to the bracelet I gifted her—the bracelet that she still hasn’t taken off—and a thrill runs through me.
“You look so fucking pretty like this, babe,” I rasp and start moving my fist quicker.
“There’s only one way you’ll look even better.”
I continue working myself, loving the way she writhes beneath me with her eyes fixated on my dick, barely breathing, not even blinking, and as soon as her teeth clamp down on her lower lip, I groan, my hand fumbling to lift her hoodie and shirt before cum spurts from my cock and I cover her stomach in my release.
“There,” I mutter. “That’s what makes you look so much better.”
Gracie’s breaths come out in short pants, her eyes wide and filled with need and I know she’s waiting for her turn.
Too bad, she pissed me off earlier when she went off on me and she needs to learn how to be good. Maybe a little delayed gratification will teach her some manners.
I climb to my feet, not bothering to tuck myself away before I hold out a hand and help her to her feet.
She doesn’t run, she just stands there and fidgets with her hands, clearly not knowing what to do.
“Go,” I say and tilt my head to the way we came.
Her eyes widen. “W-what?” she asks, a blush now covering her cheeks.
Is that embarrassment?
Need?
Anger?
I honestly can’t tell.
I cock my head and raise a brow. “You didn’t think I’d just let you off for being so mean to me, did you? Of course I wouldn’t. Now, I said, go.”