His head nods against my shoulder, and I rock my whole body back into him. He’s solid and hot behind me as my hands reach back to grip his thighs. “Give me a safe word, Dreamer.”
Hesitating, I try to think of something that won’t get lost in translation. I don’t like colors, because I’ve used them plenty of times in the past with other partners and I don’t want to think about anyone else when I’m with Rich. “Stars.”
“Pretty,” he says, his arms coming to wrap around me. His big hands splay across my middle, too high to play with my pussy and too low to do more than skim the bottom of my breasts. “Get those shoes on. I’ve got something to give you. Then you’ll get a five minute head start to run away from me.”
~~~
Rich ends up handing me a necklace. It’s got a thick silver chain, and the pendant in the middle doubles as a tracker. It’s in case something goes wrong so he can find me quickly if needed. He showed it to me as I slid on my shoes, pointing to his watch where he could turn on the tracker. It’ll flash red when he does, so I’ll know if he’s cheating and using it or not.
It also works as a way for me to reach him. If I click the flat button on the back three times it’ll activate on his side. As much as I want the feral, uncontrolled lover who hunts me like an animal, I like this safety precaution. He must be onsomething if he thinks the hill is low grade, and my progress is quickly stalled as I make my way down the slope.
Nature mocks me, creatures making noise through the dying grass, bushes, and weeds. I keep hearing things but can’t pick them out properly, unable to tell if Rich is already behind me or not.
I didn’t see his shadow when I bolted out the backdoor, but I only let myself look back once. Five minutes is nothing when I don’t know where I am and this is literally his backyard. I kind of hope he’ll drag out the hunt, but for all I know he could be just playing with my mind, ready to pounce like a predator.
My body is way too turned on by all of it. I have little scratches from fallen branches and prickly weeds on my exposed skin, but otherwise I don’t let anything slow me down. These little annoyances should make me less horny, but to be honest, there’s very little right now that can ruin this for me.
Panting, I pick up my pace when the ground evens out. The necklace keeps swinging and slapping my breastbone when I spin around too fast, thinking I hear something in the dark. When I feel like there’s nothing creeping up on me for a moment, I pause and press my hands to my hips, bending in half as I try to catch my breath.
I cannot be this out of shape. I’m fit, or at least I thought so until I started running down the damn hill. It’sdowna hill. Shouldn’t that make it easier?
As I catch my breath, I look up. The sky is still nothing like it would be if I drove out to Divide or Rocky Mountain National Park, but the stars above are still prettier here than in the middle of the city.
“Aren’t you supposed to be running, Dreamer?”
I shriek, muffling the noise behind my hand as I pivot. The only thing we agreed on before I ran out of the house was that screaming was a bad idea. If someone overheard they mightactually think something’s wrong and I don’t want that. Talk about a mood killer.
Instead of responding I take off in the opposite direction of his voice. I can hear Rich laughing behind me, and then the sound of steps pounding after me. I pick up my pace, my ankles twisting as I run but not enough to take me down. The terrain is so uneven.
I turn randomly, not sure if I’m helping myself out or not. I can’t see any trees nearby, or make out their shadows, so I keep charging full speed ahead to try and outrun him. If he already found me, it’s just a matter of time.
That wild laugh catches my attention again, and it’sclose. Close enough that my pussy clenches in anticipation and my nipples are rock hard beneath the dress. I still want to make him work for it, to work forme, but I’m also keenly aware that once Rich catches me it’s going to feel so fucking good.
I try to turn again, hoping to throw him off. But as I spin and try to head off again he barrels into my back, taking both of us down into the dirt.
His hand comes up to cushion the side of my face, and he doesn’t land on either of my arms. For being tackled, it’s relatively comfortable, even if I end up on the ground beneath him.
I grunt, squirming on my stomach. From my shoulders down his body is covering me, his hand still cradling my face. I snap my teeth at his palm and he jerks his hand back before I start clawing at the dirt.
If he wants me so bad, he can fight to take me.
Rich groans, his opposite hand gripping my waist as his weight shifts. I fist the dirt, half debating if I’ll throw some at him just to try and get away, but he flips me quickly to my back and knocks the wind out of me with the force.
I gasp when his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing as I drop the dirt and go for his wrist instead. Both of my hands grip his, unsure if I want to squeeze over his or pull him back.
The stars above look pretty, making me hope he’ll make me see stars of my own behind my eyes soon enough.
“You could’ve run farther,” he taunts, squeezing my throat. His other hand moves down, tugging at my dress to expose me, and he growls before continuing. “Look at you. Soaked for me already, Dreamer?”
I whimper when his hand presses against my pussy, the fabric of my thong the only thing keeping him from touching me. My eyes widen as he teases me, his fingers barely fucking into me as I groan.
“You wanted to be caught,” he says, bending over me. I squirm and try to scoot back, but the uneven ground scrapes my skin and keeps me from going very far. “You wanted me to fuck you out here so you can struggle not to scream when you’re full of me? I wonder if you’re really a good little slut, or if that mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
My eyes roll when his fingers push harder on the thong, and I think it’s going to break if he keeps doing that. I don’t respond, his hand flexing around my neck, and he shifts around above me.
His legs move, his hand disappearing from my pussy. Then he’s almost sitting on my chest, and my brain can’t focus on what he’s wearing until I feel the smooth head of his cock brushing my lips.
The hand on my neck squeezes tight, and I gasp in surprise. He pushes the head in without question, making my jaw widen when I feel howbighe is. It’s the same sort of amazing fullness from the last time he fucked me, but he nearly broke my pussy with how hard he made me cum. I’m not sure how much my throat can take.
