“Yes,” she says, voice ragged. “I want to play.”
Admittedly, the chuckle I let out is more demonic than usual, so I can’t blame her for struggling a bit in response. My hand is loose around hers though, and she hasn’t used her safe word or movement, so I’m not worried.
She agreed to this, after all, she just didn’t know when it was going to happen.
I release my grip on her to Velcro the bag around her neck, ensuring it’s loose enough that she could get out if she wanted, but not so slack that it’ll fall off.
My grin is wicked as I let my inner demon take control. I pull us both to standing, then I spin her to face me and toss her over my shoulder. Her startled screech of protest is music to my ears as I stand, hook her stardust bag around my elbow, and start walking into the woods with my trophy. My arm tightens over her thighs as I hold her to me.
“Ro!” Lor yells, her voice covered by the bag and muffled against my back.
“What’s that?” I say. “Can’t quite hear you!”
Her cute fists pound against my lower back, and I cackle in response. Then I turn my head to the side and bite her sexy ass. It would be more satisfying if she wasn’t wearing pants. I pause, considering.
“Can I take your pants off first?”
“Oh my god! No!”
Ah well, it was worth a shot. I pick up my pace again, carefully stalking my way through the thick foliage along the river.
Lor
Why did I agree to this? Being carried over someone’s shoulder is not as fun or sexy as it sounded. I should have known this game was coming, though. Ro’s been acting cagey all morning, not nearly as overbearingly cheerful as he usually is.
Him avoiding me should have been my first clue he had something like this planned. We didn’t even finish the conversation when we first tried to talk about it a couple months ago. We both got so turned on that we ended up fucking on the rug right where we had been standing.
We agreed to a ‘no touching’ rule for the duration of the conversation the second time we approached it. But going through with it in real life is a whole different experience. My breath is hot inside the bag, and I can only catch faint glimmers of light through the dark fabric.
My face heats when I imagine what we look like in the fading light of the evening. Me slung over his shoulder with my arms dangling, a bag over my head, and him probably stomping proudly through the trees like he won some sort of olympic medal.
I scoff and roll my eyes, even though he can’t see it.
“Got something to say, Starfire?” Ro jostles my legs, then palms my ass, squeezing one cheek and then the other.
“No,” I huff, then wheeze when he stops suddenly, putting unexpected pressure on my stomach. His hand tightens on my thighs as his back muscles flex against me.
There’s a strange sounding growl, but before I can even register the sound, Ro speaks.
“Oh, hello. I didn’t see you, we’re just… Uh…”
Is someone else here? Mortified, I yank the bag halfway off my head and brace an arm against his lower back, propping myself up so I can peer around him.
“Ro? What’s going on?”
He shifts to the side slightly, probably trying to hide me, but the angle lets me peek underneath his arm. There’s a man staring at us, a look of anger slowly turning to confusion as his eyes widen. He could be any sort of person or paranormal, and the fact he’s out here in the middle of the woods… My throat goes dry as possible scenarious, each one worse than the last, flit through my mind. I raise my hand to give Ro our safeword-signal when…
Some sort of gazelle bounds up next to the mystery man.
I blink, then squint at it. I’m pretty sure that animal isn’t native to the pacific northwest.
Then the gazelle shifts into a human. A very naked woman, to be precise. My eyes widen in surprise, but the man quickly shoves her behind him with another growl. Is he some sort of shifter too? All he’s done is growl at us so far, so it seems like a good guess.
The woman pokes her head around the man’s arm as she glances around, taking in the situation. Her dainty fingers press tiny dents into his forearm as she tugs at him.
“Ash?” she says.
She looks up at the man who still has his eyes narrowed at Ro and me, and the moment feels surreal. I guess we do look suspicious. To be fair, he does too, though.
