Chapter 35 Don’t Hold Back #2
She was a drug shot deep into my veins, and I was but merely an addict begging for my next hit of her intoxicating scent and taste.
Absolutely nothing could stop me as I ran after the sound of her running ahead of me.
A flash of red spun around a tree and disappeared, but when I found myself there, she wasn’t.
“Crafty little vixen,” I muttered to myself.
My hand against the tree, I listened again.
A thud from behind me had me turning in the opposite direction, but nothing else sounded after that.
I took a step towards where it sounded from, only to have my senses drawn back to where I’d been.
This brat had thrown something in the distance to distract me, and now she was on the run again, like we were in a damn movie.
I chuckled and took off after her again. Another fifty feet or so, and she was finally close enough to fully see. Her jean shorts and bright white Nikes were shining under the bit of moonlight making it through the trees above.
I cut between two trees, cutting around her, sprinting to try to get ahead of her, but when I circled back, she was gone.
“The fuck,” I whispered as I turned in a full circle and listened, trying to find any sign of her, only to be met with nothing.
I felt a growl vibrate through my chest, and my fists clenched a few times while I contemplated what to do.
There was no way she sprinted ahead of me, so I started slowly walking back the way she would’ve come from, my ears straining to hear anything in these woods that may be amiss; anything that would lead me to her.
“Oh, Ember,” I said casually. Not a full yell because I knew she was close. I just had to weed her out, so to speak.
A snap of a branch and a quiet fuck had me turning towards a tree off the small path we’d been taking. I slowed my pace, looking behind trees and trying to keep my step steady and noiseless. It didn’t take me long to pinpoint where the words had slipped from and where she was hiding.
Ahead of me was a fallen tree. The base of which had fallen with the roots pulled from the ground, creating a large section of tree, dirt, and leaves she could hide behind. I walked towards it, a flash of dark red hair dipping further behind the roots.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, little flame,” I said, repeating my earlier statement with newfound glee. I could hear her shifting, the noise slow and steady. Briefly, I considered what route she would take. Would she come out and accept the loss, or would she get up and run again?
Realistically, I should’ve known my little flame would never willingly go down without a fight.
She would never surrender when there was still plenty of fight left in her blood.
So when she launched herself from her hiding spot, running deeper into the woods, I shouldn’t have been shocked by the sudden sense of elation I felt watching her go.
With one hand on the fallen tree, I jumped over the large trunk and went racing after her. Now, with her directly in my line of sight, she didn’t stand a single chance of getting away from me.
Within seconds, I had two fingers latched around her back belt loop, and I pulled.
A screech and she was back against my chest; the sudden loss of velocity had us both tumbling to the ground in a pile of grunts and flailing limbs. I managed to quickly right myself, pushing her onto her back and straddling her hips.
“Tell me you give up.” Breathless, she stared up at me, a small smile on her face, like she knew she may have lost this fight, but she wasn’t upset about it.
“Fuck you, Carragan.”
I leaned down, my lips smashing against hers as I pushed and held her hands above her head. Her hips arched up, rubbing against my cock through my jeans.
“You tell me you give up,” she murmured as I pulled away, staring down into her eyes as our breath mingled in the chilled night air.
“Fuck you, Brady,” I replied, mimicking her previous statement.
A knowing smile lit up her face, and I couldn’t help but kiss her again. Why was this woman so damn kissable?
“Are you going to be a good girl for me and keep your arms above your head?” I asked as I kissed along her jaw and down her neck. She was grinding herself against me, and I felt as if I could finish right there in my jeans at the rate she was pushing me.
None of which was an option right now. The need to feel myself buried inside of her while her cries filled this forest was driving me in a way little else did.
She still hadn’t answered me when I reached her collarbone, and I knew in my gut she was itching to be a fucking brat tonight.
“How much do you enjoy these clothes?” I questioned as I propped myself back up, staring down into her eyes.
Her arms still pinned above her head, she glanced down at her shirt and shrugged.
“Good,” I growled as I released her hands, my own dropping down to where the neckline of her white t-shirt sat.
I ripped until the shirt was split down the middle, her white, lace-covered breasts free for me to ravage.
I pulled her nipple into my mouth through the lace and sucked hard, only to do the same to the other side once it was nice and wet for me.
“Wyatt,” she moaned, her voice low and filled with an unrivaled lust. I groaned as her fingers slid into my hair, and she held my head where it was against her nipple. “More, please,” she pleaded.
Before her, I always wondered if more meant keep going, or rougher, but with Ember? I knew exactly what she craved. I ran my teeth over the fabric, catching her nipple piercing, and moved back to her first nipple. My mouth covered the material with a hard suck and a barely there graze of my teeth.
“Fuck!” she moaned, the noise louder than she normally was, and I knew I’d done exactly what she wanted. Pulling away, I glanced up at her to find her returning the look. “Please, Wyatt.” Her voice was quiet again, and I felt myself smirking.
“Don’t hold back, little flame. I want the world to know who you belong to.”
“I never said I belonged to you,” she replied, and I chuckled as my lips peppered kisses down her sternum and over her navel.
“You do, and I’d kill anyone who tried to say differently.”
“Even if it was me doing the speaking?”
I ignored her long enough to remove her shorts and leaned down, sinking my teeth into the curve of her hip. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a solid path of teeth marks behind.
“You aren’t safe when it comes to my need for a physical outlet, Ember Rae.
If anything, you’re at more of a risk, because absolutely no one has ever come close to comparing.
” I kissed along the bite mark and then along the lacey white panties she’d donned to match the bra.
Always in a matching set. “Does that answer scare you?”
My fingers slid into the waistband of her underwear, and as I locked eyes with her again, I ripped the fabric into pieces, only to shove the scraps into my pocket. Her lack of response was not lost on me as I looked over her curvy body sprawled across the forest floor and had a much better idea.
“Stand up for me,” I commanded.
Her brows drew together, but she pushed herself to her feet only to cross her arms across her chest.
“Bra off too,” I added.
“You don’t want to rip this one up too?” she asked sarcastically.
I walked towards her, grabbing her wrist as it rose to undo the material. She stared at me for a second, only to let her hands fall back to her sides again.
“Not a bad idea,” I muttered as my fingers grazed across her breasts, and I ripped the thin lacey material down the middle.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice your lack of answer either.
Jump.” I squatted down enough that she could jump up into my arms, my hands going beneath her ass and her legs wrapping around my waist.
Walking us forward a few paces until her back was pressed against a nearby tree, I wasted no time grinding my jean-clad cock against her now bare pussy.
I had been struggling to ignore just how hard I was pressed against these damn jeans, and even the smallest amount of pressure right now had me groaning with relief.
“Legs down,” I muttered as she stood back up on her own.
Once she was secure in her stance, I dropped down to my knees, lifted one of her thighs up onto my shoulder, and made it my new personal mission to show her just how much she wouldn’t want to be without me.
Was it slightly immature for that to be my goal with my head between her thighs? Maybe, but I was nothing if not the definition of determined.
“Already so fucking wet for me, little flame,” I muttered as I ran my tongue flat from her cunt to her clit. The salty taste hitting my taste buds caused me to audibly groan. She was so damn perfect—bratty behavior and all.
Her standing leg was pressed against my arm, shaking the more I devoured her. Pulling her clit into my mouth, I sucked and slid two fingers into her waiting cunt, her moans spurring me on.
“Is that what you want—” I began, but she cut me off when her hands slid into my hair, holding my face tightly against her.
“Less talking, more fucking me with those fingers and tongue of yours,” she moaned from above me, her voice breathy and full of need.
I couldn’t stop the grin that took over my face as I willingly followed her direction. Swirling my tongue around her clit and finger fucking her faster, her perfect pussy gripping my fingers as her orgasm got closer.
Her fingers intertwined in my hair, she pulled my mouth even closer against her, her hips rocking back and forth against my tongue.
“Wyatt, right there, please,” she begged.
Moments later, both thighs were shaking as she came apart on my fingers and tongue.
Slowly pulling my fingers from inside of her and replacing them with my tongue, she let out an echoing curse as my tongue dipped inside of her.
I didn’t stop until I’d devoured every bit of her cum, leaving her a panting, breathless mess above me.
I slowly lowered her leg back to the ground and rose to stand in front of her.
Ember watched as I unbuttoned my pants, pulling my cock out, my length weeping at the sight of the stunning woman in front of me. Running my hand down the shaft of my cock, I clenched my jaw, trying not to finish while staring at her naked form.
“Is this what you want, Ember?” I growled through gritted teeth.
Her eyes dropped down, watching me stroke my cock, and she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of me, her hands in her lap and her mouth open.
“Want me to make a mess of you in the middle of the forest? Make you my perfect cum covered little whore?”
She nodded her head. “Please, let me taste your cock,” she begged, her eyes wide as she stared up at me.
“Fuck, I love it when you beg. Tongue out for me.”
She followed directions, and I ran the head of my cock over her tongue before sliding it into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around me tightly, and she wasted no time before she started sucking, leaning forward to take more of my length into her mouth.
“Goddamn, Ember,” I muttered as my free hand leaned forward against the tree trunk behind her. I slipped my other hand into her hair. “I need to fuck your mouth, little flame.”
Her delicate hands came up to my thighs, and she pulled me closer to her. Taking that as a clear indication that she wanted it, I started thrusting into her mouth, slowly pulling out only to thrust back in deeper, hitting the back of her throat and holding.
I looked down to see her eyes watering, and my balls tightened at the sight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, lean back for me, Ember.” I released her hair as she leaned back, my fingers wrapping back around my cock. “Chest up for me, little flame. I want to come all over your tits.”
I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven as both her hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together for me. I stroked my cock faster, and as ropes of cum shot out all over her chest, I couldn’t stop the next thought that came to my mind.
Sliding my cock back in my jeans, I leaned down and started licking the cum from her chest until I’d gathered the majority of it up. My hand cupped her face and squeezed her cheeks until she opened her mouth for me. I spit into her mouth and then released her cheeks.
“Swallow like my good little cum slut, Ember,” I demanded. Her eyes locked with mine, and I watched as her throat bobbed. She opened her mouth back up and stuck her tongue out, showing me she’d done as I’d asked.
Once she closed her lips again, I couldn’t help but kiss her. Her mouth opened for me without hesitation as my tongue swooped in, groaning at the taste of my cum all over her.
Pulling away, both of us panting, I smiled. “Fuck you’re perfect.”
It took us both a few minutes to catch our breath and get cleaned up enough to walk home. I stripped off my t-shirt and pulled it over her head before she could realize she had no usable clothes to walk home in.
She looked fucking stunning. My black t-shirt hit her about mid-thigh, and it made me want to consume her all over again.
Shaking my head, I took her hand in mine as we started our trek back to the house.
“I didn’t answer your question before because I didn’t think it required an answer,” she said a few minutes into our walk.
I stopped and stared down at her. “What do you mean?”
She squeezed my hand. “You are everything strong and kind in this world, Wyatt. Every ounce of violence you hand me? I crave it. I’ll take it anytime, anywhere.”
I leaned down, kissing her cheek before we started walking again.
I wasn’t sure what I did in some past life to deserve this woman, but I’d do anything to ensure I kept her.