Chapter 15 Indie
Indie
Church - Chase Atlantic
Age Twenty-One
We’ve had a storm rolling over since last night; the power is still off and expected to be until this evening.
My gaze travels across the darkened backyard, watching the trees sway in motion as the wind whips around them.
“I have an idea.” I turn my head to look at Saint.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, legs splayed wide and elbows on his knees, texting on his phone in nothing but his sweatpants.
His gaze lazily glides up to meet mine, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip.
“I’m listening,” he says, tossing the phone onto the bed when he rises.
He walks over to me, my back pressing against the cool glass window as his hands cage me in at either side, gripping the window frame.
It’s been almost over a year since we’ve been together, and if I thought I was living before—I’m truly alive now.
We might have thought we knew each other before, but learning someone so intimately? All their hidden secrets, their little habits that no one else likely picks up on?
That’s been my favourite part.
“Do you want to play hide and seek?” I ask sheepishly.
I’ve gotten a lot more confident around Saint now. He brings out the best in me in so many ways, and he always demands I use my words.
A wicked smile slowly grows as he presses into me, and I have to fight the urge to stop my eyes fluttering closed.
His words hum deep in his throat. “You just want me to chase you, don’t you, darling?”
Lord does this man always know what I want and need; it’s like he has access to every thought and feeling that bathes within my body.
My hands roam up his bare chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch. “Maybe, but you’ll never catch me.”
“Oh really? What makes you so sure?” he asks whilst dipping his head, and I watch as he runs his tongue over his teeth, causing my body to involuntarily shiver.
I work down a swallow.
“I’m fast.” I shift my gaze back up to his.
He leans closer to me, guiding my hair over my shoulder and down my back, the pad of his thumb tracing down my spine.
“Do you know what’s faster?” he whispers in my ear.
My thighs squeeze together as I close my eyes, my throat threatening to close as I try to speak. “What?”
His dark laugh rumbles against my chest, every inch of my exposed body erupting in goosebumps at his words.
“A hungry man.”
I turn my head to look at him, and those grey eyes burn into me, rivalling the storm thundering above us.
My breathing begins to pick up, and he brushes kisses against my bare shoulder, all the way up to my neck before he speaks against my sensitive skin.
“Now run, because when I catch you, you’ll wish you didn’t ask to play this game with me.”
I let out a gasp when his hand grips my ass, tugging me flush to him, feeling he’s already hard. “Maybe I should just stay here. We can ski—”
“Sixty.” He draws out the number, his eyes darkening like the starving fiend he’s turning into, his threats weaving into every letter.
I slip under his arm, snatching his T-shirt from the floor as my feet pound through the hallway and downstairs, shoving the material over my head.
I’m so glad his dad isn’t here, otherwise I’d never live down the shame of running almost butt-ass naked through his house.
Saint’s backyard is huge compared to mine, and I run straight for the back wall, through the double gate, and into the forest that bridges my home to his.
My feet are soaked; I didn’t even have time to put on shoes or bottoms. I’m grateful that no one ventures through these parts; they’d likely call the police, seeing me in only a T-shirt and panties.
I throw myself behind a tree, trying to focus my breathing to calm, but the adrenaline is radioactive in my veins. My entire body feels like it’s on fire with need.
I want him to catch me.
I want to find out exactly what he’ll do to me, but I want the thrill of the chase more.
The thought has heat pooling in my core.
My head peeks out from behind my hiding place, and I spot him instantly, throwing myself back behind the trunk.
He’s standing at the back door, blowing smoke in the air as he drags in the cigarette.
The treeline is thick here, the timber towering above us and providing a little bit of protection from the rain still drizzling.
Deciding to edge further in, I push off the tree backwards, but a twig snaps as I step into a lower part of the ground, and it feels amplified.
Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Saint pausing with the cigarette to his mouth, his head slowly drawing towards my direction.
I make a run for it, my feet slamming on the ground the deeper I get into the forest. My ankles almost roll as I step over branches, and the stone ruin comes into my peripheral vision. I’m halfway between both our houses.
I shift my path towards it, looking over my shoulder, and notice he isn’t behind me. But then an arm whips around my waist from the opposite side, a wall of solid muscle collapsing over me as we topple to the ground.
Saint whips me on my back, his chest rises and falls against mine, his breathing harsh as I stare up at him, wide eyed.
“Fast, but not fast enough, Indie,” he breathes, and the need intensifies between my thighs.
“You didn’t count all the way,” I whimper, but then he latches onto my neck, assaulting the skin as he devours me into the ground.
Rough hands shove my shirt to my neck, abandoning the pulsing flesh from my neck to latch on to my nipple, biting and sucking before his teeth drag all the way down my torso.
He tugs his sweatpants down just enough to pull his thick cock out, the darkness of his eyes glaring down at my pussy as he runs his knuckles along my slit to shift my panties aside, and then he drives into me.
My back is soaked as he fucks me into the forest grounds, pushing himself up with his hands pressed against the backs of my thighs, forcing my knees almost to my shoulders with my flexibility.
The position has him so far inside me, tears well in my eyes as each thrust punishes me.
My palm presses against his bare chest. “Saint, fuck. It’s so deep—”
“You’ll fucking take it, baby. Let me hear how much you love to scream for me.”
He snatches my wrist, pressing a harsh kiss against my pulse before tossing it away.
I can feel it, the tightening of my core, his beautiful face distorted as white threatens my vision, mixing in with the tears, and his name wraps around cries as my orgasm smashes through me.
I’m not even able to ride out the waves; he abruptly pulls out, grabbing me by the waist as he lifts me into his arms, and my shaking legs fight to wrap around him.
A loud thwack sounds around us, and I yelp as his palm meets my ass cheek.
My back hits the stone wall, and he drops me to my feet.
“Turn around, put your hands against the wall, and spread those legs.”
I do exactly as he asks, and the moment I turn around, he yanks the T-shirt from over my head. The chilled breeze brushes against my back, and when he presses me into the damp wall, my nipples instantly tighten at the sensation.
“Who do you belong to, Indie?” he growls in my ear, snapping the elastic waistband of my panties, exposing me entirely to the elements as the lace lies destroyed at my feet.
When I don’t immediately answer as I fight through my pants, it earns me another slap, but this time against my pussy, forcing a moan past my lips.
“You, Saint. I’m yours.” I gasp, feeling the head of his dick nudging my soaking wet entrance.
“Mine, darling. You’re fucking mine.”
I twist my head to look up at him, and his other hand grips tightly around my neck, crashing our lips together as he slides all the way in.
He swallows my moans, his hips lazily grinding into me, his other hand digging possessively into my hip.
“I love you, Saint,” I whisper against our kiss, and I can feel his villainous smile against my lips. That flicker of lips has the power to shatter my heart every time.
Only his hands and words can mend it back together, just to do it all over and over again.
“Don’t think your love absolves you from wanting to hide from me. I’ll always find you, and I’ll always drag you back to me. Ready to punish you with my cock.”
He picks up his pace again, his hips slamming into me, and his grip around my neck testing my pulse. My strangled cries reach through the forest, not giving a shit if anyone can hear me.
He gives me my breath back, just at the point darkness licked at my vision.
Now my hair is wrapped around his fists tightly, and he yanks my head back. I stare up at him through watery lashes, his thrusts even harder now.
I whimper with the ecstasy he’s filling me with. “Oh God, Saint.”
His name gives me no mercy, despite who I call out for.
He abruptly pulls out of me, making my body slump against the cold stone.
I’m whipped around, my back crashing against the surface as he lifts me by the thighs, my knees resting in the crook of his arms, his cock filling and stretching me again. He shudders when he reaches the hilt.
“Fuck, your pussy is gripping me, Indie,” he grits between his teeth. “So fucking tight.”
The air fills with our skin slapping together, and heat burns in my core, my second orgasm ready to explode.
“Look at me,” he growls, and I open my eyes to his wild ones; they’re feral and unhinged.
“You know the rules, baby. Eyes on me as you come all over my dick.”
His filthy words send my second orgasm skyrocketing, my eyes giving up the fight and rolling to the back of my head as the euphoria takes over my body.
Saint groans, filling me with his cum as his movements start to slow, the two of us now drenched in a mixture of sweat, mud, and the heavy plunges of rain as the storm picks up.
He lifts me off his cock, and I whine as he sets me on my unsteady feet. His finger slides along my thigh, catching the cum that’s dripping down it. I stick my tongue out, then wrap my lips around his finger as he runs it along them.
He stares down at me through hooded eyes, a smirk edging his lips as he brings us together, stroking his tongue along mine, mixing in with the taste of us both.
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, hand banded around my waist as he keeps me upright.
“I love you more than anything, Indie. You are my rapture, darling. But make no mistake, corrupting you comes as a close second.”