Chapter 3 #2
Or maybe she’s not relaxed at all. Maybe she just really, really needed to pee.
Whatever the case is, I’m eyeing the tree thoughtfully, wondering how exactly to broach the subject.
She follows my gaze and blushes as though she knows exactly what I’m thinking.
But instead of alluding to it, she merely says, “Quill.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m finished… uhm, peeing. Can you let me get up?”
I stare down and realize I’ve been holding her quite firmly in a squatting position.
“No.”
“No?” she echoes. “Come on, Quill. Let me up. I’m not comfortable like this.”
I shift slightly so she’s sitting on my thigh instead of squatting over nothing, still keeping a firm grip on her.
“If I let you stand up, you’ll go right back to putting distance between us,” I say. “You’ll do your very best to annoy me, and I don’t want that. I don’t want to get angry at you.”
“Okay.” It’s her turn to say the word, as she licks her lips. “So what do you suggest?”
I look down at her, my cock hardening as I feel her naked bottom against my thigh. She tries to hide her pussy from me with her hands, and without thinking, I pry them away, trapping her wrists in one hand.
Somehow, she seems to like it when I’m being a bit forceful. She’s not protesting anymore. She merely waits, breathing hard, as I stare down at her nakedness. Then I feel a wet spot form on my thigh.
And it’s not just from the pee.
Well, maybe a little of it is.
Nevertheless, she doesn’t seem all that surprised when I say, “I want to fuck you.”
She merely waits some more, licking her lips again.
“Well?” I prompt.
“Well what?”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Against all expectations, she actually looks annoyed, her lips flattening as she struggles to get her hands out of my grasp.
I start to wrack my brain, trying to figure out what I should be saying, because clearly this wasn’t the right thing. She didn’t seem upset when I told her what I wanted to do to her, only when I asked her permission.
Was I not supposed to ask?
But that’s all wrong. Forcing her to stay with me is one thing. But the last thing I want to do is force her in this way, especially after everything I’m only now realizing she’s been through.
I stare at her in utter confusion, as the silence around us begins to feel stifling.
“I wish you hadn’t asked,” she says at last. “I wish you hadn’t asked because…”
I’m even more confused as I wait for her to finish her thought.
She swallows with difficulty. “Because it would make me feel pathetic to say yes.”
My whole body shudders as I let out my breath. So that’s it. That’s the reason behind the way she’s been acting.
She does want me. But wanting me makes her feel pathetic.
Well, I can work with that.
I hold her closer to me, my hand reaching under her to touch the bottom I can’t wait to own again. My cock is harder than ever as I whisper, “I only asked because I was hoping you’d say no.”
“You were?” she breathes, squirming around on my thigh as though she’s just as turned on as me.
“Say no,” I prompt.
“No,” she squeaks out.
I stand her up roughly, pulling up her panties and her jeans, smirking at the crestfallen look on her face.
“You want me to leave you alone, don’t you?”
She nods, looking very disappointed.
“Well, I will. I’ll give you one chance to escape me. Start running.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“Run. But if I catch you, I’ll shove you against a tree, sink my cock into your pussy, and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy. Now go!”
Her eyes are wider than ever as she whips around and starts to run in the opposite direction, deeper into the forest.
I give her a headstart, letting her think she has a chance. Maybe she would, if she were running from anyone but me. But I’ve trained for years in untouched forests just like this one. Even with her out of sight, all I have to do is follow the very obvious path of footsteps she’s left.
It doesn’t take long at all for me to spot her hiding behind the very thick trunk of a tree that looks like it would be the perfect place to fuck her against.
I edge up to her, my cock achingly hard, wondering exactly what I’m going to do to her.
I guess when you’re trying to win a girl back, gentle sex would be the best solution. But I’m not sure I have it in me to be gentle. And I’m not sure she would want me to be, anyway.
I step on a twig on purpose, hoping the sound will have her running again, because I like seeing my cricket turn into a scared little rabbit, trying helplessly to get away from me.
And that’s just what she tries to do, but before she’s gotten more than three feet away, I’m throwing myself against her legs, forcing her down, then pinning her to the ground.
“You’ll never get away from me,” I growl. “Fucking never. You’re mine.”
She doesn’t say a word, panting hard as I keep her face down to the ground, once more pulling down her jeans and panties.
Only this time I’m not being kind at all.
My gesture is rough as I move back onto her bare thighs, pinning her wrists to her lower back, kneading and squeezing her ass, trying to resist the temptation to turn it bright red.
I really shouldn’t, should I?
But I’m doing just that the very next second, slamming my hand into each of her cheeks, watching in satisfaction as she whimpers in helpless pain under the fast blows.
God, I’ve fucking missed this.
And it feels so fucking good to get all the frustration of these past two hours out of my chest and onto her ass.
It occurs to me, as I punish her, that maybe she was annoying me on purpose. Maybe she wanted me to do just this to her. Because her whimpers of pain are definitely mingling with moans of pleasure.
And she’s wriggling her ass in such a tantalizing way, showing me her wet pussy with every squirm, that I’m torn between wanting to make it wriggle even more, and tasting her wetness.
At last, the latter desire wins out, and I pause my spanking as she huffs out in relief. Then I grab her knees, lie down and pull her body over to me so her pussy is against my face and her head against my crotch. She moans loudly as I lick her folds, lapping up the cream that’s formed there.
At the same time, I feel her unzip my fly.
“Piper…” I groan.
She’s already wrapping her mouth around my hard cock, licking it all the way to the base and back again. Then she takes it in her mouth and sucks it.
I don’t think I’ve ever let her give me a blow job like this. Usually I’ve got her shoved against a wall, a hand wrapped around her neck as the other one is in her hair, using her mouth as a helpless hole that I drive my cock in forcefully.
This feels… different. More gentle. More frustrating, too, because I’m not in control.
I can’t say I hate it.
I moan again loudly as I go back to her folds, flitting my tongue back and forth against them before I suck in her clit.
She yelps out as I push two fingers into her pussy, feeling her walls grip them.
I drive them in and out hard, and she’s panting, doing her best to continue sucking on my cock, but distracted by my finger-fucking.
Good. I don’t want to come now. I’m not finished with her.
All too soon, though, I’m nearing the edge, and I can tell she is too. Without warning, I push the index finger of my other hand through the ring of muscle in her bottom, and she howls in surprise and pain.
It distracts her just enough that she forgets all about my cock, and I huff out, part relief that I’m not going to come just yet, part frustration because I’m not coming just yet.
I add another finger to her ass and she groans loudly, wiggling her butt against me as I continue to suck on her clit and drive my fingers in her pussy.
But my girl likes pain, and a few pumps of my fingers up her ass are all it takes for her to come in my mouth, spasming and shuddering over me with the force of her orgasm.
I don’t allow her even a moment to come down from her high before I’m pulling my fingers out of her, standing up and shoving her against the tree just like I’d promised.
She hisses as I drive my cock into her pussy while pushing three fingers back into her tight asshole. With my free hand, I go around to her mouth, stuffing it with my other fingers and ordering her to suck on them.
She hugs the tree, sucking on my fingers for dear life, as I drive my cock viciously into her while pumping her backside with my fingers.
Then I feel my balls tighten and thick strings of seed fill her, just as she’s shuddering around me, coming for the second time.
I swing around her limp body, pressing my lips to hers, only for her to mumble against my teeth, “Please… please, Quill… don’t kiss me.”
At once, I jump back like I’ve gotten shocked. Then I stare at the half-naked girl with her jeans and panties once more around her ankles, who’s just let me fuck her senseless but won’t allow me to kiss her.
I can’t fucking understand her.
She hurriedly pulls up her clothes, not daring to meet my eye.
A heavy silence descends upon us. I keep my eyes glued to her while she seems intent on looking at anything but me.
“We should go,” she says at last. “We have other stops to get to, right?”
I don’t answer, instead grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the car. I won’t kiss her if she doesn’t want me to, but that doesn’t mean I won’t touch her. And she’d better get fucking used to it.