From the trail, I can make out the surrounding area now that the trees are mostly bare. It’s a good hideout for us, one that I’m grateful to have as we recover. My body is stronger than ever, and I’ve only had a handful of panic attacks since being here. A huge improvement from what I’m used to.
“After dinner, why don’t we work on some target practice.” Ace says, trailing behind me as I climb up some worn rocks.
“You could use the practice.” I jab, pulling myself up higher, ignoring the stitch that’s forming in my side.
A hard swat lands on my fleece lined ass making me yelp. My warm breath hits the air creating a plume of smoke in front of my face. “Asshole.” I mutter.
“You want to say that to my face?”
Suddenly my ankle is grabbed, and I turn seeing Ace a few rocks below me. “Don’t fucking move.” He growls, and a shiver rolls up my spine.
“What is it?” I whisper, trying not to freak out.They’ve found us, I think, trying to remember my training.
He climbs until he’s next to me, pressing my body into a tree. As I turn to look, I catch sight of a black bear.
“Oh holy shit.” I whisper shout, only to have Ace cover my mouth. The relief of it not being Kyle is short lived as the bear comes closer.
“Shh.” Ace pleads as the bear rustles along a few feet away. Fear courses through my body, but Ace traps me against the rough bark of the tree. It’s hard to keep still as a jolt of panic starts creeping up in my chest.
“Stop moving.” Ace whispers in my ear, but I can’t, my body has gone from zero to sixty and has fully begun to shake. I thought it was Kyle and that spark of adrenaline has me more worked up than being out here with a bear
Ace runs his hands down my sides trying to calm me. Grabbing the water bottle out of my hand, he sets it down next to us, keeping an eye on the bear, before returning to his soothing motion.
Thankfully, it seems distracted having not found us hiding off to the side yet.
Ace continues to rub my body, and a new warm feeling starts to take over, joining the fear.
I arch up into him and feel that he’s hard. “Mmm” He groans softly, pushing himself into me.
I let the emotions take over, grounding me and pulling me out of the anxiety. I’m hyper aware of this wild animal finding us and tearing us to bits, but the way Ace feels against me mixes with that awareness- making me feel alive.
For so long I’ve let myself be ruled by my past. Constantly at war with my fear and anxiety. Comfortable in being numb. But with Ace, he’s lit my soul on fire and I want to feel it all.
“Fuck me.” I plead.
Ace’s hands still, then I feel him yank down my leggings the cool air snapping against my bare skin.
I hear the sound of his zipper being undone and then he’s pushing inside me. Raw and rough as my fingertips dig into the bark. Danger surrounds us, but I need him to fill me. To make me feel as only he can.
The ridges of his cock pulse in and out of me while the bear passes uncomfortably close, sniffing the air. Ace doesn’t let up, and I don’t want him to. I want him to fuck me hard against this tree. It may be fucked up and stupid, but I don’t care. I’ve survived for years in a quiet existence, never truly living. But this? This is the most alive I’ve felt.
The danger, the threat, the pure bliss of pleasure all happening at once.
His fingers dig into my hips and I have to swallow his name that I want to shout out. Euphoria pulses all around me as my orgasm slams into me hard. I stifle the groan in my throat. Ace isn’t far behind me, shooting his cum up into me, and gently, quietly pulling my pants back into place.
Sweat dots my forehead, dripping down my nose.
After what seems like hours, the bear finally walks off into the woods.
“Let’s get the fuck back to the house.” Ace says, grabbing my hand and helping me down.
I couldn’t agree more and follow him closely as his come leaks out of me, filling my underwear with each step I take.
The cabin is warm and a welcome change from the blistering cold of the outdoors. The temperature began plummeting quickly as we neared the house and then the sky opened into an all-out downpour, soaking us to the bone.
Croissant is waiting for us, having been cleared by the vet. He’s a good little raccoon pet, even if we’re technically not supposed to keep him in the state of New York. We let him into the wild when he wants, but always seems to find his way back to eat his favorite bakery items that we now keep stocked for him and Ace, since he still seems crabby about having to share his croissants.
“Let’s get these clothes off.” Ace says, pulling at my thermal sweatshirt. The fabric sticks to my skin as my teeth chatter together.
