7 Kimber
We barely make it inside Rich’s front door before I jump him.
He isn’t ready, slamming into the wall, and he kicks the door shut as I grip his shoulders and hop up, wrapping my thighs around his hips.
His touch is searing when he grips my thighs, skimming the bottom of my ass, and we moan together as we kiss.
Then he flips us, spinning me around to slam me into the wall instead. I gasp into his mouth as his tongue takes control, my back arching against the wall as I grind against him.
My fingers dig into his hair, gripping the longer lengths at the top of his head as he kisses me. I keep rocking into him, feeling how hard he is beneath me, and he growls into my mouth before pulling back just far enough from my lips that he can speak.
“This isn’t talking, Kim.”
I lean forward, ghosting my lips over his before he leans away again and he’s out of reach. “I prefer showing over telling.”
Rich’s eyes are dark as he studies me, and I’m really glad he keeps the light over his front door on. It lets me read the intensity in his eyes. “I don’t play at S&S, Kimber. I don’t know your limits.”
I roll my eyes. For once a nice guy wants to fuck me and he interrupts us trying to confirm what bothers me? I just told him I like being fucked while I’m unconscious and being choked out. I obviously don’t have many triggers. “Well, keep this up, and I don’t think you’ll find any right now.”
He raises an eyebrow, and I roll my hips forward as a reminder. We don’t have to do this now. Then he shifts his grip on my thighs, holding my gaze as he leans forward and presses a hand to the wall by my face. I stiffen, and our gazes lock together. I swallow, but I can’t look away either.
The longer we stare, the more intense it feels. He doesn’t move, just keeping us here, and my body won’t stop tensing. He finally tears his eyes away, sweeping his gaze over me. “Limits, Kim. Everyone has them.”
I blow out a breath, feeling the lust edge away. He slides his arm down the wall until it encircles my waist, and he helps me stand on my feet again.
Blinking, I snap my gaze back up to his. Is this rejection?
Rich dusts me off, sliding his hands across my body. His violet eyes are intent as he watches me, and I don’t know anymore if I’m supposed to be turned on by this or not. “You were being serious earlier when you mentioned primal?”
I swallow, nodding up at him. He bites his lip, and I think he’s trying to control himself. It might be cute if I wasn’t so damn turned on right now.
And so, so confused.
“You want to talk about limits, though,” I remind him, his eyes darkening when I clasp my hands behind my back and sway side to side. “Remember?”
He nods, leaning away from me. Both arms come down from the wall. “Don’t put my hands too close to your head and trap you?”
Rich says it like a question, and I stop swaying and just shrug. I don’t want to go into the reasons why right now. That’s the biggest mood killer I can think of. “Right. Unless you’re wrapping those big hands-”
“Around your throat to choke you out?” he asks knowingly, a smirk working across his face. He looks at me again, his eyes dropping to my feet, and he raises a brow. “Do you have different shoes?”
“Shoes?” I look down at my heels, gorgeous platforms that match my dress almost too perfectly, with straps that circle around my ankle and tie in the back. “What’s wrong with these? They look great up in the air.”
Rich chuckles, grabbing my wrist and pulling me deeper into the house, his fingers brushing over the self harm marks on my wrist. It makes me shudder. Most of the guys I hook up with or get with at the club shy away from them completely.
“You’ve never seen the back of the house,” Rich continues, drawing me from my thoughts. His fingers on my wrist create a fire that roars up my arm, and the same lust from before is back again. I don’t think there’s a bad way he can touch me. “You need different shoes.”
I grip my bag, thinking of the slip-ons I keep for car rides and if my feet hurt after the club. “I have some.”
He nods, gesturing vaguely out the window. “Put them on, Dreamer, if you want to play.”
Instead of replying, I glance to the side.
He has large windows that overlook the hilly terrain beyond, and I can see lights of other houses in the distance.
I walk closer to the windows. I pause in front of a sliding glass door that almost blends in with the windows, and peer out at the pretty porch, but everything else is shrouded by night and I can’t see anything aside from the vague outline of trees.
My pulse thuds in my chest, causing my hands to clench into fists.
Outside of the metro areas, you can find some spaces in Denver that allow for a bit of land, and plenty of neighborhoods are built on wide expanses of land so there’s fields, hills, and plenty of space.
The only thing to worry about is wildlife, but with the houses in the distance not that far away I doubt there’s too many dangerous things hiding in the dark.
Rich leans over me, his nose brushing my neck again. “There’s a lot of space out there.”
I swallow. “Am I going to trip and die running down the hill?”
He chuckles. “It’s a low grade incline. You won’t notice it much with how fast you need to run.”
My skin flushes at his words. “So… you’ll hunt me?”
His head nods against my shoulder, and I rock my whole body back into him. He’s solid and hot behind me as my hands reach back to grip his thighs. “Give me a safe word, Dreamer.”
Hesitating, I try to think of something that won’t get lost in translation. I don’t like colors, because I’ve used them plenty of times in the past with other partners and I don’t want to think about anyone else when I’m with Rich. “Stars.”
“Pretty,” he says, his arms coming to wrap around me. His big hands splay across my middle, too high to play with my pussy and too low to do more than skim the bottom of my breasts. “Get those shoes on. I’ve got something to give you. Then you’ll get a five minute head start to run away from me.”
~~~
Rich ends up handing me a necklace. It’s got a thick silver chain, and the pendant in the middle doubles as a tracker.
It’s in case something goes wrong so he can find me quickly if needed.
He showed it to me as I slid on my shoes, pointing to his watch where he could turn on the tracker.
It’ll flash red when he does, so I’ll know if he’s cheating and using it or not.
It also works as a way for me to reach him.
If I click the flat button on the back three times it’ll activate on his side.
As much as I want the feral, uncontrolled lover who hunts me like an animal, I like this safety precaution.
He must be on something if he thinks the hill is low grade, and my progress is quickly stalled as I make my way down the slope.
Nature mocks me, creatures making noise through the dying grass, bushes, and weeds. I keep hearing things but can’t pick them out properly, unable to tell if Rich is already behind me or not.
I didn’t see his shadow when I bolted out the backdoor, but I only let myself look back once.
Five minutes is nothing when I don’t know where I am and this is literally his backyard.
I kind of hope he’ll drag out the hunt, but for all I know he could be just playing with my mind, ready to pounce like a predator.
My body is way too turned on by all of it.
I have little scratches from fallen branches and prickly weeds on my exposed skin, but otherwise I don’t let anything slow me down.
These little annoyances should make me less horny, but to be honest, there’s very little right now that can ruin this for me.
Panting, I pick up my pace when the ground evens out.
The necklace keeps swinging and slapping my breastbone when I spin around too fast, thinking I hear something in the dark.
When I feel like there’s nothing creeping up on me for a moment, I pause and press my hands to my hips, bending in half as I try to catch my breath.
I cannot be this out of shape. I’m fit, or at least I thought so until I started running down the damn hill. It’s down a hill. Shouldn’t that make it easier?
As I catch my breath, I look up. The sky is still nothing like it would be if I drove out to Divide or Rocky Mountain National Park, but the stars above are still prettier here than in the middle of the city.
“Aren’t you supposed to be running, Dreamer?”
I shriek, muffling the noise behind my hand as I pivot. The only thing we agreed on before I ran out of the house was that screaming was a bad idea. If someone overheard they might actually think something’s wrong and I don’t want that. Talk about a mood killer.
Instead of responding I take off in the opposite direction of his voice. I can hear Rich laughing behind me, and then the sound of steps pounding after me. I pick up my pace, my ankles twisting as I run but not enough to take me down. The terrain is so uneven.
I turn randomly, not sure if I’m helping myself out or not. I can’t see any trees nearby, or make out their shadows, so I keep charging full speed ahead to try and outrun him. If he already found me, it’s just a matter of time.
That wild laugh catches my attention again, and it’s close.
Close enough that my pussy clenches in anticipation and my nipples are rock hard beneath the dress.
I still want to make him work for it, to work for me, but I’m also keenly aware that once Rich catches me it’s going to feel so fucking good.
I try to turn again, hoping to throw him off. But as I spin and try to head off again he barrels into my back, taking both of us down into the dirt.
His hand comes up to cushion the side of my face, and he doesn’t land on either of my arms. For being tackled, it’s relatively comfortable, even if I end up on the ground beneath him.
I grunt, squirming on my stomach. From my shoulders down his body is covering me, his hand still cradling my face. I snap my teeth at his palm and he jerks his hand back before I start clawing at the dirt.
If he wants me so bad, he can fight to take me.
Rich groans, his opposite hand gripping my waist as his weight shifts. I fist the dirt, half debating if I’ll throw some at him just to try and get away, but he flips me quickly to my back and knocks the wind out of me with the force.
I gasp when his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing as I drop the dirt and go for his wrist instead. Both of my hands grip his, unsure if I want to squeeze over his or pull him back.
The stars above look pretty, making me hope he’ll make me see stars of my own behind my eyes soon enough.
“You could’ve run farther,” he taunts, squeezing my throat. His other hand moves down, tugging at my dress to expose me, and he growls before continuing. “Look at you. Soaked for me already, Dreamer?”
I whimper when his hand presses against my pussy, the fabric of my thong the only thing keeping him from touching me. My eyes widen as he teases me, his fingers barely fucking into me as I groan.
“You wanted to be caught,” he says, bending over me.
I squirm and try to scoot back, but the uneven ground scrapes my skin and keeps me from going very far.
“You wanted me to fuck you out here so you can struggle not to scream when you’re full of me?
I wonder if you’re really a good little slut, or if that mouth is going to get you into trouble. ”
My eyes roll when his fingers push harder on the thong, and I think it’s going to break if he keeps doing that. I don’t respond, his hand flexing around my neck, and he shifts around above me.
His legs move, his hand disappearing from my pussy. Then he’s almost sitting on my chest, and my brain can’t focus on what he’s wearing until I feel the smooth head of his cock brushing my lips.
The hand on my neck squeezes tight, and I gasp in surprise.
He pushes the head in without question, making my jaw widen when I feel how big he is.
It’s the same sort of amazing fullness from the last time he fucked me, but he nearly broke my pussy with how hard he made me cum.
I’m not sure how much my throat can take.
“Open up. There’s my good girl. Keep those teeth back for me, and I might let you breathe.”
Rich pushes deeper again, his hand on my neck making me gasp and take him deeper. My eyes roll, unable to see too many details about him in the dark, but I can feel every little thing he’s doing to me and it makes my pussy ache with need.
The deeper he goes the harder it is to breathe, and I choke around him. His hand flutters on my throat, intermittently cutting off my air, but he just lets me gasp for breath and slobber all over him. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush.
His hand that isn’t busy cutting off my air cups my cheek, and I just want to melt into the touch. “If I could only see you, Dreamer. You make such a pretty mess, don’t you? Sucking down my cock like you need me to live.”
Rich slides deeper, my eyes pricking with tears. I don’t think I can take more, but I don’t tap out either, because I want every brutal thing that he’s willing to give.
Then his hand finds my nose, and he pinches it closed between two knuckles. I flail beneath him as he fucks my throat, my pussy weeping for attention as I struggle to stay alert.
His cock feels good, stealing my breath. So fucking good. And all I want is for him to slide free and impale me on it so I can show him how badly I need him.
“Good fucking girl,” he tells me, and I gasp around him, trying to get air around his thrusts. My brain short circuits, my hands pushing on him as I try and fail to get oxygen back to my brain.
It’s too much, and not enough. Rich knows I’m supposed to tap his skin three times if I’m at my limits, but I want him to push it further. I want him to go past the barriers others won’t and drop me into that sleepy haze I crave.
My head feels light, and I realize that I’m going to pass out with his dick in my mouth. He’s taken too much of my air and all I can do is gag around him. I’m not going to tap out, though, because I’d love to see what he does next, but I’m not going to last long.
As the stars I dreamed of dance in my head, I feel my jaw go slack as the lack of oxygen drags me under.