Chapter 20 Trace
TRACE
Ipush her supple body into the trunk of the tree; she doesn’t even put up a fight as I grind my dick into her center.
My need to ruin her is visceral and fierce and I don’t hide it as I grab her by the neck, my thumb pressing into the soft hollow of her throat.
She moans as I stroke her skin, causing my cock to twitch against her, and even between the clothes we’ve got on, I know she can feel how badly I crave her.
I know that she likes being caught in the rapture of fear and pain; her body betraying her by inciting arousal.
But it’s not betrayal, it’s greed. It’s a craving she just denies she has, but I’ll pull it from her.
I’ll make sure she realizes what she’s missing.
My little fearslut.
I capture her lusty cries with my mouth, first taking a second to gently glide the metal of my tongue ring against her top lip before slipping my tongue into her mouth and devouring her.
I can sense her surprise from the use of my piercing, likely not knowing I had one. But if she thinks that it feels nice now, she’s in for something else entirely. She melts into me as I fuck her mouth with my tongue, licking her teeth and biting her lip. Both of us starved for this moment.
“Fuck, Reckless,” I groan into her mouth. I can’t tell where I end and she begins right now and even though I might have been gentle with her before, I can tell she craves the roughness and the darkness that exudes from me in violent waves.
I disconnect the kiss to reach up and tug her beanie off before sliding my hand around her head and tangling my fingers into her pretty pink strands.
I tug her head to the side and she makes a scene out of the sting, hissing as she looks up at me with those devilish blue fucking eyes of hers.
She bats them at me as I hold her like this, head tilted by the force of my grip in her hair as cold air escapes her parted lips.
“Tell me you’re mine, Olivia. Tell me no one else can fucking have you. Tell me that you belong to me.” I can feel her heart thundering against my body as I let the heat of my carnal glare light her up.
I expect my little rebellious flower to put up more of a fight, to be the reckless fucking girl I know her to be. But she submits, because she’s so fucking good for me. Because she knows what’s good for her.
“I’m yours. No one else’s,” she says with absolute confidence but there’s a slight hint of reticence layered in her tone—innocence swallowed up by a viper—causing me to damn near lose it. Before she can make another sound, I lean in for her neck.
My teeth scrape the surface of her skin—not quite biting—before I dart out my tongue, letting my piercing slide over her soft, cold flesh for a moment.
And then, I start to kiss and suck. There’s no hope for her right now.
She’s mine and I plan to mark her porcelain skin purple just to fucking prove it.
Olivia reaches her hands out between us and grips onto my hoodie, clenching the fabric between her closed fingers which subsequently yanks me further into her.
My dick is fucking hard, painfully needing release.
Especially as my desperate little fearslut instigates me, displaying just how badly she needs this.
But she doesn’t seem so scared right now. She seems just as greedy as I am.
I take my unoccupied hand and reach between us to unzip her jacket again, only this time she helps to strip the whole thing off her body.
She shivers instantly, likely feeling the cold air seep through the little holes in her sweater.
She immediately returns her grasp on me and I grip her waist, pulling her into me as I continue kissing her neck.
I press myself into her even further, certain we can’t get any closer. She lets out another lusty, but loud, moan and I chuckle against her skin as I smile.
“You like that, don’t you baby?” I ask as I let up on her neck to kiss her jaw. “You like how fucking hard I am for you, don’t you, Olivia?”
She can’t do anything but hum in approval, speechless as her body shakes with chills.
I recall the night I took her sweet virginity; just how much pain twisted on her face from my intrusion.
She wasn’t ready for the size that tore through her, though I tried my best to take it slow with her that night.
Not this time. The next time I fuck her it will be the complete opposite. Rough. Savage. Primal.
“Trace, please,” she whines, sounding dangerously close to begging.
She wants my hungered touches and heated words. I chuckle as I dip my head, placing one hand above her hand, palming the cold bark of the tree as I slide my other out from behind her head and rest it on the side of her neck, letting my thumb caress the edge of her jaw.
“I really fucking missed you, Livie.” I force her to look up at me as I lift her jaw with my hand.
There was once a time where being vulnerable with Olivia felt like a fucking privilege, and all this time I’ve kept that from her. But looking into her eyes now, seeing the same look I saw all those years ago, I can’t stop myself from telling her how I feel.
“I’ve done a lot and seen a lot over the years. But the only thing that seems to really fucking do it for me, is you. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, Olivia. Watching you and chasing you, it’s not enough.”
She gasps, her chest rising and falling quickly.
I can see goosebumps form on her exposed skin.
Her eyes don’t look so confident anymore.
Instead, they seem confused. Shocked. Even her jaw falls open just a bit, enough for me to be able to slide my fucking fingers in them, but she closes her mouth before I can let the intrusive thoughts win.
“I don’t believe you,” she says, causing me to tilt my head at her.
“Which part, Reckless?" I cock an eyebrow at her. "That I’ve tried to fuck you out of my goddamn system for years or that you are the only thing that gets me hard. The only thing that gets my heart racing. The only thing that my body and my soul crave.”
There’s a challenge behind her eyes, one that I crave to swallow up and spit back out. She’s trying to read me, to tell if I’m lying or revealing the truth. But over the years, I’ve mastered the artistry of not unveiling myself unless I want to be seen. Even in broad daylight, even unmasked.
I lean off her, removing myself from the tree, and take a step back. She watches me with curious intention as I reach my arm over my head and pull my hoodie up and over my body.
Olivia’s eyes go wide as she watches me dispose of the fabric, exposing my bare upper half to her. Rain melting into the heat of my skin, the cold greeting me as I stand half naked in the middle of the fucking forest all to prove a point to a girl.
But she’s not just any girl.
She’s my girl.
I watch her as she looks over me. An unveiling of admiration consumes her, visible in the glossy glaze of her eyes, the fleeting twitch in her lips and the way her breath hitches.
She likes what she sees and my body is reacting to the heat of her eager eyes.
I can tell she wants to move closer; to step up to me, to reach out and put her hands on my skin.
I want her to touch me. I yearn to feel her fucking fingers claim me while running over all the lines of my tattoos.
I can already feel how euphoric it would be.
But if I let her, I won’t be able to make her stop.
“What does this prove?” she asks me quietly, her eyes still wondering over the black and white art etched into my flesh; mostly my arms, my chest, and neck. And of course, my skeleton hands, which I know she’s already seen before.
I take a step closer to her, making sure no part of us touches as I lean down so that my lips barely graze her ear and I whisper, “That my body is a reminder of you.”