I lower my head to his ear.
“…I’m going to show you exactly what happens to princesses who run.”
And Jamie’s breath catches—hard, desperate, like he already knows what’s coming—
My hand shot out, gripping the front of his hoodie. The fabric was cheap, thin – it tore like paper under my fingers, the sound sharp in the quiet of the woods. His wrists were slender, delicate, and I wrapped the torn fabric around them in one swift motion, binding them tight. He gasped, a soft, needy sound, his body already reacting even as his mind fought to catch up.
“Lex—”
My name on his lips was a prayer and a warning, but I didn’t give a fuck about either.
I shoved him back against the tree, the rough bark scraping against his skin. His chest heaved, his fair skin flushed, his cock already hardening under his jeans.Good. I wanted him desperate. I wanted him aching.
My mouth found his collarbone first, my teeth grazing the delicate skin before my tongue soothed the sting. He tasted like salt and something sweet, like the first sip of whiskey after a long drought.
My hands moved on their own, stripping him – his hoodie already ruined, his crop top next, the fabric joining the detritus on the forest floor.
His body was amazing, he wasn’t as jacked as me, of course, but he clearlyworked out, and paid off, his skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. I could’ve spent hours worshipping him with my mouth, but patience had never been my virtue.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, the damp earth seeping through the fabric of my jeans. His cock strained against his briefs, the outline obscene, the tip already wet. I breathed him in – musky, male,mine– before dragging my tongue along the length of him through the fabric. He jerked, a broken sound tearing from his throat.
“Fuck – Lex, please –”
His voice was rough, his hips already rocking, chasing the friction I denied him.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and yanked, the fabric snapping as I tore it away. His cocksprang free, thick and flushed, the head already weeping.
I could’ve taken him in my mouth right then, could’ve swallowed him down and made him scream, but I wanted more. I wantedallof him.
My hands gripped his thighs, spreading them wider, exposing him. His hole was tight, untouched, and the thought of being the first to stretch him open, to claim him, sent a jolt of possessive lust through me.
I dove in without warning, my tongue flat and hot as I dragged it from his balls to his smooth entrance. He cried out, his bound hands clawing at the bark, his legs trembling.
“Oh god—”
His voice was high, desperate, and I growled against him, the vibration making him shudder.
I didn’t give him time to adjust.
My fingers replaced my tongue, two of them pressing inside without warning. He was tight – fucking tight – his body resisting before giving way, his muscles clenching around me.
I worked him rough, scissoring my fingers, stretching him, my other hand gripping his hip hard enough to bruise. His moans were loud, echoing through the trees, the sound of them making my cock throb painfully in my jeans. I added a third finger, fucking him with them, my knuckles pressing against his rim. He was sobbing now, begging me to fuck him, his cockdropping, his body trembling between pleasure and pain.
“You’re taking me so well, princess,” I murmured, my voice a dark snap.
“Such a good little slut for me.”
I pulled my fingers free, watching his hole twitch, empty and needy. My own cock was a steel rod, pressing against my zipper, demanding release.
But first – I wanted to taste him.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, my tongue swirling over the slit. He tastes like sin, like salt and pre-cum, and I took him deeper, my throat opening as I swallowed him down. His hips jerked, his bound hands fisting in my hair, but I didn’t let him fuck my mouth. I controlled the pace, my lips sealed tight around his girthy cock, my tongue working the underside ofhis shaft. His breath came in ragged gasps, his thighs trembling, and I could feel his pulse hammering under my fingers where I gripped his throat.
I pulled back, letting his cock slip from my lips with a wet pop.
His eyes were glazed, his lips swollen, his chest heaving.
“Lex – I can’t –”
