Take Me With You(65)

“I'm yours,” I rasp.

He tugs on one of my lips, plump and waiting to be relieved of the tension building between my thighs.

“Again,” he grits.

“I'm yours,” I gasp.

The words light him like a fuse and he glides the tip of his tongue between the threshold of my opening, toying with his property.

“Again,” he murmurs.

“I'm yours,” I chant breathlessly.

He runs the point of his tongue along my clit. I let out a moan, so he does it again. I try to wrap my legs around him, but he pushes them open again, reminding me who belongs to whom. He pushes them back, exposing my lower half entirely to him. Like meat on a spit, I am presented to him for his consumption.

His lips and mouth lap me up, the sounds of his mouth fucking me contrasting the patterns of nature in the background.

My moans elevate, my breath catches in my throat, as he buries his face in my ass and pussy. And then he stops just short of relief.

I watch him helplessly as he rises to his knees, his cock tall and ready, and takes me by the waist, flipping me onto my stomach. The cold, smooth pebbles shock the skin of my breasts and stomach. He pulls me up on all fours, the hard rocks banging up my knees and digging into my palms.

“You're right, Vesp. I've wanted you since I saw you. I could taste your cunt before I ever put my mouth to it. I could feel you wrapped around my cock before I ever fucked you. I could see your pretty eyes looking up at me while your mouth was wrapped around my dick, before you ever swallowed my cum.”

He rubs the head of his cock along my pussy, already blooming for him, pulsing like a heartbeat.

“And I thought I could have you once and it would make the hunger stop. But each dose just makes me crave you more. And the more I have the more I want.”

He presses the tip of his head inside of me and pulls out. We both groan and heave together at the promise of what's to come.

“I'm losing control, Vesp.” He rubs his hand between my legs and rubs his own cock, using my cream to stroke himself.

“Who am I?” he asks in that voice, dirty and broken. “I am the person who has nothing to lose but you.”

He pushes himself inside of me, and even though I am ready, it is so sudden and hard, I nearly cry as I gasp.

“I am a man who has risked everything to have you.”

He pulls out slowly and plunges into me again.

“You are the only thing, Vesp.”

He draws himself out and buries himself inside of me.

“And you…are my obsession.”

His obsession. Wanted. Needed. Craved. The most important person in his world. It's what I felt when his eyes first met mine. It's the most thrilling thing to be told you are precious. That you are so valuable it puts you in danger. Nothing of such high regard can exist in this world without causing a storm. When a man covets something so strongly, he is its greatest threat.

He keeps himself deep inside of me, pulling me up tall so that my back is pressed against his chest. He holds one breast as the other travels past my womb and down to my clit. He weaves his hips against mine, the hand on my breast traveling up to my neck like a snake, the fingers coiling around my delicate nape.

He squeezes; threats mixed with pleasure. My guardian and my stalker. My lover and my enemy. A stranger. The father to my child.

“I want to make you feel everything, Vesp,” he grunts in my ear.

“You do,” I eke out, already feeling countless contrasting sensations. “Give me all of it,” I beg. He closes his grip so tightly I can't speak another word. My muscles lock around his cock and burst around him, sending pulsing waves through my legs and belly. I wheeze against his suffocating hold on my neck, and it prolongs the intensity of the bursts that radiate throughout my body. He grunts as his warmth fills me, one hand staying on my neck, while the other secures me firmly against him. His.

Night slides out of me, comes to his feet, and walks over in front of me.

“Show me,” he says, his dick still not settled. I know his needs already. I know mine.

I lick his thickness, coated in the mix of us as he softly caresses my hair. He watches me, his hazy eyes betraying the sexual dominance he displays.

When he's satisfied, he pulls away, walking into the lake to freshen up. I watch him, naked, my knees red and marked with rock indentations, his cum dripping out of me onto the mix of stone and mud below. I look across the lake. Physically, the swim is a possibility, but the world beyond these woods seems like another dimension.

I don't know if there is a world between that cabin and Sacramento. But I do know one thing: we are both hopelessly bound to the other, holding each other afloat. And if one of us snaps the line or sinks, the other will drown.





When we've washed up, Night reaches for the blindfold and puts it in his pocket, gesturing his head back to where I assume we came from.

“I, uh…if we're going to do this again, which I would love, I'm going to need shoes.”

He nods in agreement, reaching for his notepad.

Need a ride back?

“Please,” I sigh with relief.

He lifts me off the wet rocks, my long white floral dress draping along the ground. I wrap my arms around him. Unlike the walk out here, I'm not scared or distrustful. I'm hungry and tired, both more than usual with the hormones raging through my body, so I can't help but nuzzle my nose in his neck and rest my eyes.