Chapter 19 #2
Darting around the hot tub, I aim for the steps that would lead me back to the safety of the woods, when a large hand grips my shoulder and I’m torn backward, colliding with Garrett’s solid frame.
He grunts as I knock into him, then sweeps a leg under my feet, bringing me to my knees on the wooden decking.
“No more running,” he huffs. With one hand on my shoulder, he circles me, then slides his hand along my cheek and uses his palm to tip my chin up to meet his eyes.
“You’re mine now,” Garrett says, before breaking character to ask, “colour?”
“Green,” I reply. “And yes, I’m all yours. What are you going to do with me?”
Garrett holds my head with one hand, while using the other to shimmy down his joggers, freeing his erect cock. Then he takes my head in both his hands and guides me forward. My face meets his groin and I moan, breathing in his manly, musky scent, my lips parting for him.
Garrett is not gentle as he ruts into my mouth, holding my hair in a vise and fucking my face until tears roll down my cheeks.
My own cock throbs and I press my palm to it over my leggings to stave off my overwhelming need to come already.
I’m pent up, riding high on waves of arousal, adrenaline and pure lust. I need so much in this moment.
Need. Need. Want. That’s all my mind can think of as Garrett uses me like I am his property, his toy. His every fucking thing.
“Good boy,” he groans when I cough, spluttering around the intrusion in my throat.
My knees ache from where they’re pressed to the unforgiving wood, and I wriggle in place to relieve the pressure on them.
Sensing my discomfort, Garrett pulls out, then pushes me backwards until my back is on the deck, my legs spread out in front of me.
He removes his joggers, then falls to his knees and straddles my lower legs.
I lean up on my elbows, watching as he aims his cock at my chest.
Wind whistles through the trees, a rustling of something coming from my right – maybe a fox or a badger or something more nefarious – but I ignore it, my focus intently honed in on the man on top of me.
He runs a hand from the tip of his dick down to the root, holding it there. His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath the tight fit of his flannel shirt.
My eyes lock onto his. I lick my lips and nod – a subtle dip of my head.
Garrett sucks in a breath, his eyes fluttering closed as a warm stream of piss hits my chest, soaking into the white fabric of my tee.
Supporting myself with one hand, I use the other to pull my cock out.
Garrett adjusts his position, his stream covering my lower body and I use it to slick my cock, jerking myself as he unleashes more golden liquid all over me.
“You like that, hmmm? You’re mine now. Covered in my piss. Smelling like me. You’ll never be able to wash me away.”
I am fully aware that we’re role playing a scene right now, but that doesn’t stop my heart from tapping against my ribcage, willing me to beg him to make it true. Beg him to never let me go.
Peering down at my chest, I watch his stream cover my cock, my hand working faster and faster, my balls tingling as I slide closer to the edge.
“Yes. Fuck. I’m so close,” I mutter. Pleasure blasts through me and I let my head fall back until I’m flat on the ground, lying in a puddle.
Garrett moves to my side, leaving me for only a few moments presumably to put on a condom, before he’s back, lifting my legs over his shoulder and sliding his cock along my crease. His tip nudges my hole and I moan.
“Please,” I beg. “I need more.”
I’m right on the edge, pleasure burning me up from the inside out.
I’d already prepped as best I could before we started, but when Garrett slams into me, his hard thrusts pushing me along the decking, the sudden intrusion and bite of pain steals my breath.
My hand falls from my cock as I grapple for purchase on the ground.
Garrett pauses, giving me a second before he pulls all the way out and pushes back in again, building up speed.
He shifts his hips, nudging my prostate.
The move hits like a shockwave of pleasure and my cock erupts, euphoria ripping through me as rope after rope of come shoots over my chest.
Garrett groans, pulls out, drops my legs, rips off the condom, then jerks himself, until he’s coming. His seed coating my cock and chest in warm, pulsing waves.
My eyes flutter closed. The last sap of my energy depleted. Aftershocks of pleasure tingle in my limbs and I open my eyes and lift onto my elbows to find Garrett’s head tipped to the sky.
Fuck, he is the hottest man I’ve ever met, with his beautiful hazel eyes, his mussed hair and his perfectly styled beard.
The broad lines of his chest. The soft swell of his stomach.
And those thighs? Thick and muscular and strong enough to hold me down.
That’s without mentioning all the inner qualities that make Garrett Reed perfect.
His kindness, his willingness to take care of me, his humour, his passion for his work.
He was quite possibly made just for me.
“Okay there Gare Bear?” I ask, pulling myself from under him. I’m shivering now. My clothing wet, the air cold, and the adrenaline wearing off. But I am also so incredibly fucking happy, I don’t know what to do with these intense emotions.
He meets my gaze and smiles.
“Never been better. Though give me a moment to catch my breath.”
I chuckle, then push to my feet, aches and pains evident in numerous parts of my body.
“I may freeze out here, if I wait any longer,” I say jokingly. Garrett’s brows furrow and he shakes his head, moving to his feet and offering me a hand.
“Shit. Let’s get you warmed up.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder and I lean into him, letting him guide me through the back door, down the hallway and into the bathroom.
We’re quiet as he strips me, leaning around my shivering frame to switch on the shower.
When steam fills the small room, Garrett gently urges me under the spray.
It hurts at first. The initial sting of hot water hitting too cold skin.
But soon I’m warming up, closing my eyes as he edges in at my back to wash my body and hair.
I have never felt more wanted, desired or adored than I do in this moment.