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My teeth sink into flesh, and it’s instant relief. I drag my tongue over his nipple and leave one hand to pin his wrists, while the other squeezes and touches and feels until my head is fuzzy.

The more I touch and taste, the hungrier for him I get. Nothing simmers down the growing desperation taking over me, and I’m like a dog who’s caught a scent and can’t let it drop.

I can’t get my lips to leave his skin.

“Lynx,” he whines, and my eyes roll back. “Lynx, I need you to do it. I need you to fuck me.”

I grunt because I can’t speak. I can’t think. My free hand reaches down to free my cock, and the moment it slips from between my zipper, I wrap my hand around it, finally getting a second of relief.

“Please.” His eyes fall closed, and his head drops back, exposing his long neck to the night air, begging for my teeth to close over it. The image is so fucking enticing I literally can’t help myself. I’m completely out of control, and a small part of me knows to be terrified, but the want I’m consumed by is too powerful to stop.

I spit into my hand and then return it to my aching dick, getting it good and wet. I’m leaking, feeling completely out of my body, acting purely on instinct and nothing else.

I release Sasha’s wrists to take his hips and flip him onto his front. That hypnotic ass is covered in scratches from the small rocks beneath us, but Sasha mustn’t notice because he pushes up onto his knees, back curved and hole offered up as a gift.

“More spit,” he says.

I add more spit to my cock, then lean in and spit on his hole as well. The filthy sight of him wet and waiting makes it impossible to put this off any longer. I fought so hard, and now I need to give in.

As soon as my cock touches his hole, I lose all restraint. I push forward with a solid thrust, watching as Sasha’s body parts around me and sucks me inside. Disappearing into his body makes my vision go spotty, and my limbs lose all muscle mass as pressure around my dick makes it stupidly hard not to blow.

He pushes up onto his hands, the dip in his back too much for my brain to take in, and starts to rock back against me.

“You’re so big,” he pants. “Fuck, you feel so good. I need this … I need this …”

His head is curved back again, and I give in to the urge to lean in and close my teeth over the dip between his neck and shoulder. The meaty spot sinks under the pressure of my jaw, and Sasha moans again, pushing back against me harder.

I hold him in place with my mouth, take hold of his hips, and meet his eager movements with my punishing thrusts. It doesn’t take us long to fall into a rhythm. Our bodies move together, powered by nothing more than need and this deep, primal force driving us to get off. We’re chasing a force bigger than either of us, and as I fuck him, my mind stays blank. No anger, or suspicion, or regret. Just this high that’s sparking along my spine and pooling in my balls and feels so fucking good I’m craving what comes next.

I need the release. I need the flood of the high to wash over me. I need to pull out of him satisfied and powerful with this deep hunger for him sated.

Our bodies slap together in the still night, the sounds he’s making echoing loudly along the path and a deep growl vibrating in my chest as I push closer to my orgasm.

My grip on him is unrelenting, like he might slip away, but when Sasha reaches back and takes my hand, I let him.

And he wraps it around his cock.

“Touch me,” he begs. “I’m so close. Need you to touch me.”

Sasha’s hand tightens around mine, and he grinds his dick into my palm. I groan against his skin, teeth tightening around him, and Sasha gasps so loudly it makes my cock throb.

I’m so fucking close. So ready. He’s rocking back onto me, and I’m jerking him so hard I don’t know how I haven’t torn his dick right off.

“Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit.” He’s rambling. Begging to god. Cursing. His back is sweaty where I’m plastered against it, and my thighs are locking up under the relentless pace I’m fucking him with. But I push through it. Sink into that lizard brain space where all that exists is pleasure and how close I am to achieving it.

“Fuuuuck,” he cries, right as his dick jumps in my hand and he floods my fist with his cum.

The scent of sex invades my nostrils, and it’s only another few thrusts before I get there too. I hold his hips tight against me as I unload into his ass, tendrils of calm trickling over me for seconds before the high evaporates, and all that’s left is the vast wood and our breathing filling it entirely too loudly.

“That was …” His arms give out under him, and Sasha’s chest hits the path, hips still locked in my hold. “I knew it was going to be good,” he mutters, sounding half-asleep. “But that was something else.”

I hum as I look down at where we’re still joined, reluctant to let go. We’re locked together, and I know I need to move away, assess our location, and get him back safely, but all my brain is fixated on is stay.

It’s Sasha who moves first, tilting his hips in a way that has my softening cock falling out, and I’m left with no option but to let him go. I’m stiff as I stand, but after he stumbles, trying to get to his feet, I reach down and help him up.

“Think all the blood left my legs,” he murmurs as he sags against me. He’s wearing a dopey smile, and now that my thoughts are returning, I can finally take in the damage I’ve done. All the little spots of blood on his face, the bite mark on his neck, the dirt and scrapes and leaves in his hair.

“Are you okay?”