Chapter 7 The Chase #2
I parted my lips as he pulled his cock out of his jeans and holy fuck, I wasn’t prepared at all.
I tried to keep a straight face—totally normal.
As if I see cocks like his all the damn time.
First off, it was fucking huge. At least bigger than anyone I’d had prior experience with, and if that wasn’t enough?
He had a piercing through the tip of it.
Gods above help me, I swear I could feel my leggings getting wet just staring at him.
“Tongue out,” he said, his voice already thick with arousal. I didn’t know how I could tell, but I just knew this wasn’t how he normally sounded. He was enjoying this as much as I was.
Good, asshole.
Choosing to save my bratty attitude for later, I stuck my tongue out flat and gazed up at him.
Part of me, the princess part that craved love, affection, and approval—a small part, but still there—wanted him to know just how much I wanted this.
How much I wanted his cock, almost to the point of desperation.
I thought he’d go slow, maybe ease into my mouth, but that wasn’t what he did.
He took my ponytail into his hand, wrapped it around his fist, and slammed his cock down my throat.
With no time to adjust, I gagged around his thick length, my thighs clenched tighter, and my hands pressed against his thighs, trying to find air where there was none to spare.
“Ahh fuck, that’s right. Let me hear you choke around my cock.
” I tried slapping his thigh, but that just made him chuckle as he started fucking my throat.
Pulling himself out long enough for me to get a quarter of an inhale, only to be choked again by the length of him.
He didn’t slow down or give me time to breathe.
He didn’t seem to care. The small metal balls of his piercings were rubbing against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, immediately making me think of how they’d feel inside of me.
I swear, I could’ve come just like that. On the dirty forest floor, his cock down my throat, and not a single thing touching my pussy except my soaked underwear. I felt myself moan around his length, and the vibration from my mouth had him groaning.
“Fuck me,” he muttered as he pulled out of my mouth.
He looked down at me, his hand buried in my hair now, and I knew I looked like a mess.
My eyes were watering, leaving wet paths down my cheeks.
Through my mask, there was drool from when he pulled out so suddenly, and I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath again for the first time in the last few minutes.
“Are you ready to see how useful your other holes are?”
“Earn it fucker,” I growled.
He chuckled before he squatted down in front of me.
“Is there a certain way you’d like me to do so?
” His voice was quiet now, soft, yet still filled with anticipation.
The same anticipation that was flowing through my veins.
Fuck I wanted this man. Me…the workaholic woman who never gave men a second look unless it was to hand them a cup of coffee.
His question ran through my head, and I realized I wasn’t done playing yet.
I didn’t want this to end so soon. I didn’t want to just lie down and let him fuck me and part ways, to never speak again.
I wanted more, and I wanted it now. My gaze locked with his, and I felt the smile creep across my face.
He hadn’t shoved himself back in his jeans yet, which meant he expected me to just lie in the dirt and let him have his way with me.
Joke’s on him—I wasn’t that easy.
I jumped up to my feet, the sudden movement knocking him off balance, and took off back in the general direction we’d come from.
I didn’t turn to see his face or what he was doing.
But I did hear the solid ‘fuck’ and ‘vixen’ fall from his lips, which made me giggle in the midst of my jumping over branches and trying to make my path less straight and narrow this time.
My heart rate had skyrocketed, my panties were soaked, and I was already covered in sweat—but fuck I wanted more.
I’d never be able to run again without thinking of this man.
This unknown man I’d never see again.
It didn’t take long for me to hear his footsteps clomping through the forest behind me. He had long legs, and though I felt like I had a solid head start, speed only went so far when you were up against a man with legs almost twice the length of yours.
I dodged behind a tree until I heard him slow, only to take off again, a laugh erupting from my lips.
But this time, he was faster. Instead of slamming me into a tree again, he’d somehow circled ahead of me, and I inadvertently slammed into his chest. He locked his arms around me before I could fall backwards, and our gazes locked once again, our heavy pants mixing in the cool midnight air.
“You can’t run forever, little flame,” he said, still breathless. His gaze bouncing from my eyes to my lips and back again.
I didn’t say anything, I just stared up into his dark eyes. Fuck I wish I knew what color they were. Which didn’t matter because I shouldn’t care. Again—just sex, Ember. A casual and sobering reminder.
I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. “Are you done fighting me?”
“Not even close,” I grunted as I tried to step on his foot.
He chuckled and dropped his arms, releasing me, but I lost my footing and fell on my ass. “Perfect,” he muttered. “Exactly where I wanted you.”
I glared up at him to find his full height looming over me, a dark smile across his face.
The moon was cutting through the trees, leaving streaks of his mask and those damn lips lit up, while the rest of him remained in shadowy darkness.
Quickly trying to push myself backwards away from him, I all but watched as he leaned down and grabbed my feet, yanking me closer to his now sturdy frame.
His hand came up and smacked my ass, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from my lips or the way my nails dug into the dirt beneath my palms.
I sat there, frozen for a moment, while his hand came back down and gently rubbed where he’d just smacked.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his tone soothing and quiet, a part of me unsure how to respond, and another part wanted to curl up at his feet again, begging for more. This wasn’t good at all.
Before I could pull myself away, his hands came up and pulled my leggings and underwear down in one swoop, leaving me bare in the middle of the forest—a place I never thought I’d actually be, but here I was. Soaked and ready for him.
“Chest down, ass up. I need to taste you,” he demanded.
I couldn’t do anything but listen as I parted my knees as much as I could with my leggings bunched around them.
I heard something hit the ground, and I tried to see what it was, but before I could, his tongue was on me.
Inside of me. He licked from my back entrance all the way through my heat, the noise coming from my lips unlike anything I’d ever heard before.
“Fuck,” I whimpered.
“That’s right. You taste so fucking good,” he said as he started sucking on my clit. I was almost positive that he had me already hurling towards an orgasm as he slid two fingers inside of me again. “I can already feel you fluttering around my fingers. Gods above,” he muttered.
I heard his jeans unzip, and listened as he pulled himself back out, but it wasn’t until he pulled his fingers from inside of me and slid himself all the way to the base that I fully registered what was happening. “Too big for you baby?” he crooned.
“Fuck me like you mean it, asshole,” I replied. “Now.”
“Your wish is my command.” His hands settled on either side of my hips, and he pulled back only to slam home again.
It didn’t take him long to set a rhythm, and rough would be his new middle name.
His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, the metal balls of his piercing were rubbing me in all the perfect places, and the stretch of never having anything as big as him was painful, but in the best of ways.
I truly had never subscribed to the idea that I needed a bit of pain during sex, something to set me on the edge, but I was wrong. This? This was what I needed.
I felt overwhelmed, so fucking full, and I never wanted this to end. I gripped the little bits of grass beneath us that I could find as I tried to find some sense of what was up and what was down, but when he reached around and started circling my clit I was done for.
“Fuck, that’s right, my perfect little whore.
Let me feel you squeeze my cock. Let me feel you come all over me, make a mess of us both.
Want me to fill up your little cunt with my come like a good little slut?
” he growled in my ear as he squeezed my clit.
The words were obscene and horrid, yet everything I needed to hear because for the first time in my entire life, I fell apart and came all over not just any cock, but a stranger’s cock.
I felt him throb inside of me as he grunted, his hands back to squeezing my hips as he drove himself home one more final time. My head fell down onto my arms as I laid on the forest floor, breathless. The smell of pine needles and sex overtaking what little brain power I had left.
He slowly slipped out from inside of me, and then I felt something soft run through the mess left behind between my thighs.
I looked back to find him slowly wiping me off with what looked like a handkerchief in the dim light.
He must’ve put his mask back on at some point because there he was, cleaning me up.
“You didn’t have to—”
His gaze shot up to me, and though I couldn’t make out much of his face, I knew he was glaring at me.
I didn’t foresee Batman glaring at me this evening, but here we were.
“I’m not going to fuck you dirty in the woods and then leave you here, naked and a mess, little flame.
Relax.” His words somehow forced my brain to settle while he finished wiping me off.
Afterwards, he helped me back up, and I dusted the dirt from my knees before pulling up my leggings.
I thought this part would be awkward—weird and full of silence that should feel as if it needed to be filled. But I felt okay. He glanced down at me before he dipped his head one way and started walking. I followed along, mostly because I was just hoping he knew where the fuck we were going.
It didn’t take us long to end up back in the parking lot, my jeep sitting right where I left it. I watched as he pulled the unlit cigarette from somewhere and lit it, leaning against my Jeep as he inhaled. The cherried end lit up a small bit of his features.
“Do you smoke often?” I found myself asking—so much for no details.
He chuckled. “I only find myself craving one after absolutely phenomenal sex.”
“So, often?”
“Not even close, little flame,” he replied quietly, his eyes feeling intent upon me.
He reached out, handing me the end of the cigarette.
I don’t know what possessed me to take it in between my fingers, but I did, and as it rose to my lips and I inhaled slightly, my lips touching right where his had only moments ago, a small thrill went through me.
A thrill that had nothing to do with the hit of nicotine.
Handing it back to him, he took one long hit, and then he put it out on the side of his jeans, tucking the rest into his pocket.
“For next time,” he said when he found me watching him.
I didn’t respond and instead reached into my bra and pulled out my car key, all while Batman watched me, biting his bottom lip as if he were trying to keep something to himself.
“It’s been a pleasure, Poison Ivy,” he finally said.
I found myself nodding in response. “Agreed, Batman.”
I unlocked my jeep and hopped inside, the drive home feeling better than I had in my entire life, yet somehow even more confused than when I’d arrived.