by Edith Hawkes
He buried his face in my hair. “I have to have you now,” he demanded as he pulled my sweater up over my head. As he shook the top away, throwing it to the side, droplets of water cascaded down into my cleavage.
Jake’s hands were back on me in a flash, smoothing over every bare section of skin. His fingers traced over my belly and dipped down towards the top of my jeans.
Not letting me turn around, with one strong arm around my waist, he kept me still. I heard the pop of a button as his dextrous fingers made short work of the barrier that kept him at bay.
His hand slipped inside the parted zip and skimmed between the layers around my pussy. A delicious swirling and intense buzz vibrated deep inside me, and I knew he could feel the wetness of my knickers.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? So wet and open.”
I writhed up against his fingers in response, wanting so much more, but he stroked me tenderly, slowly, teasing me ‘til I couldn’t take it anymore.
All of a sudden his hand disappeared, and I could feel my jeans being tugged off me. The tight, rigid material clung to the fullness of my ass, making it hard work for him to reveal my tender bottom.
Once over the hump, my jeans slipped down to my knees. For a second I had a moment of panic; I couldn’t remember if I’d shaved my legs! But as his rough palm rubbed over and explored my smooth thighs, I breathed a sigh of relief and swooned at his touch.
Luckily I’d chosen slip-on trainers as my footwear of choice this evening, and I kicked them off, allowing my jeans to shake free of my body.
Finally, he prompted me to turn around.
Standing in nothing but my underwear, the tops of my boobs spilling over the cups, I dared to look up at him.
All I saw was hunger in his eyes. He wanted me. Me, of all people. When he could have anyone in the world.
And whether it was right or wrong, I wanted him, too. My mind was made up; I would deal with the consequences later.
Looking down, my hand wavered inches from his rock hard abs, scared to touch him. Scared to make it real. But once my fingertips grazed up his body, I knew life would never be the same again.
My hands rested upon his slim hips and eagerly pulled him closer. He was completely naked and oh so ready. Jake’s cock, rigid and keen, pressed into my soft belly.
Jake bowed his head and with gentle fingertips lifted my chin. I thought he was going to say something, but instead he claimed my mouth. Our tongues mingled together, desperate to taste each other, and my knees trembled from the explosion of pleasure his kiss caused within me.
I could feel the stream between my lips below as my juices flowed between my thighs. I was so ready for him to take me.
“God, you smell delicious,” he said as our lips parted, allowing us to gasp for much needed air. I blushed at the thought of him being able to smell my lust for him but my inhibitions faded away as Jake dropped to his knees. His hands kneaded my ass and his nose prodded up against my sex. My clit throbbed for him.
I threw my head back, my eyes rolling, as he mouthed at my pussy through the thin cotton material of my knickers. I could feel his hot breath and saliva penetrate through the fabric. My hands grabbed at his head and pressed him further into me, trying to let him know I wanted more.
Jake quickly found the sides of knickers and pulled them down to reveal my neatly trimmed bush.
“Fuck, your pussy is gorgeous.” His tongue darted out and licked between my sodden folds. I moaned as he found my clit and started sucking on it.
Out here, surrounded by nothing but nature, trees and rocks, I let loose, allowing the moans to become screams as he brought me closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.
Once again his fingers dug deep into the flesh of my behind and teased my cheeks apart. He stood quickly, momentarily shocking me as I had been on the brink, but he lifted me up, as if I weighed nothing to him, and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist.
His cock was so close, all it would take was me to tilt my hips, and he would slide right in. But I held off as Jake carried me, delaying my pleasure. All of a sudden he pressed me up against a rough tree trunk, and with my legs still wrapped around his body his fingers were free to explore.
Jake liberated my breasts and fondled each hardening nipple with his rough thumbs. He ducked his head and wrapped his lips around the nub.
“Yes, oh god, yes!” I screamed. He gently nibbled, increasing the pressure each time as he sucked on my tits.
“Take me, Jake. Take me, now!” I pleaded as my clit ached against him.
He looked up and stared long and deep into my eyes.
“Just this once,” he replied, and before I could register what he meant, his cock nudged at my entrance. I closed my eyes praying this wasn’t a dream.
“Look at me,” he demanded. And my eyelids sprang open.
Jake pushed hard inside me to the point I almost thought I would break in two. His eyes were wild as I felt every inch thrust within me.
My walls clenched rhythmically around his cock, and I felt tingly all over. I didn’t notice the pain at my back from the rough bark or the way Jake’s fingernails dug into the tops of my thighs. All feeling was replaced with overwhelming sense of bliss as he filled me with every hardened thrust.
I disappeared. We both did; we were not individuals in that moment, we were one and the same. Primal beings that clung to each other and hung on for dear life, not wanting to ever separate as we came together as one.
As I shattered into a thousand pieces, coming with a force I never imagined possible, I bit down onto Jake’s shoulder. He screamed, but I could not tell if it was from pain or pleasure. I hoped it was both as I felt his seed explode within me.
Minutes passed by as we continued to hold each other, breathing hard.
Slowly, I unwrapped my feet, and Jake lowered them to the wet ground. Our bodies continued to touch, and I so desperately wanted to question his earlier words to me, but I didn’t dare spoil the moment.
Jake stroked my hair and tucked a wayward strand behind my ear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
I blushed and looked away. I wasn’t used to getting compliments while I was literally stripped bare.
The warmth of his magnificent body faded away as he took a step back.
Where on earth do we go from here? I thought.
He must’ve been thinking the same thing as he said, “We’ll figure it out, I promise.” Jake turned and retrieved my pants, top and trainers, now all covered with streaks of mud.
Shivering from the cold and trembling due to the mind-blowing orgasm, I rapidly got dressed.
“What about you? Aren’t you cold?” I asked, my voice slightly husky from all the yelling I’d put it through.
“Don’t worry, once I get you back on the trail I’ll shift back.”
“Oh, OK,” I said, anxious that he was planning to leave me.
No, don’t you dare become a clingy, overbearing cow! Stop overthinking every word that comes outta his mouth!
Jake reached out a hand, and I took it, our fingers meshing together. It was perfect.
We walked in absolute silence back to the trail, and I had to refrain from sneaking glances at him.
Suddenly Jake motioned me to stop, and his hands took hold of my cheeks. Once again his heavenly lips kissed mine; he tasted sweeter this time.
“Do you mind if you make your own way back to the house? It’s not far, just beyond the bend.”
I frowned, but not wanting to seem like an annoying brat who couldn’t take care of herself, I shrugged and said, “Sure.”
“That’s good,” he said smiling. “I promise I won’t be long, we can talk later. I need to figure something out first, OK? It’s important.”
What could be more important than what is happening right now? I screamed at him from within.
“No problem,” I replied, desperate to keep my voice even.
“See you soon,” Jake said. He kiss
ed me delicately on the cheek and turned south, back into the woods. I watched as his outline faded away, sighed, and started walking again towards the pinpricks of lights that penetrated the dense branches.
Stop feeling so bloody miserable! So what if he left you moments after? You just had the best night of your life! I knew the voice inside my head was right and grinned to myself as I recalled all the naughty things I’d just done, wishing we could do them all over again… soon.
As I got closer to the end of the trail, I saw a large silhouette up ahead. My heart skipped a beat; for whatever reason, he’d come back.
I hurried towards him, ready for him to embrace me, but the outline of the man was not quite right – smaller, a little leaner.
I squinted into the gloom and was able to recognise the face.
“Had fun did you?” Doug said menacingly.
I ignored him and picked up speed to pass him.
“Don’t you walk away from me,” he growled, stale beer on his breath. He grabbed my wrist in a vice-like grip.
“Let me go!” I said, trying to shake him off.
He pushed me off the trail and up against a boulder. My breathing was rapid, but I knew I couldn’t lose my cool. Hopefully he was just drunk and would let me go, I thought. Either way, I wouldn’t go down without a fight, even if he was much stronger than me.
“I know what you’ve done. You two disgust me,” he sneered.
“Doug, is it?” I asked, pushing the fear deep down.
He grunted.
“Well, Doug, it’s none of your business, so why don’t you keep your nosy snout out of it! Now. Let. Me. Go!”
“Oh, but it is my business, my little pet. I bet you don’t want daddy to know about your little escapades, do you?”
My eyes locked with his. I was burning with rage, but buried beneath that rage was a layer of shame. He was right, I didn’t want my dad to find out about what Jake and I had done… that was something I was not ready to deal with.
Bitterly I asked, “What do you want?”
His mouth curled up in a sly grin. “I want you to leave and never come back.”
My forehead knitted together. “But why? What reason could you possibly have for wanting me gone? I’m not going to spill your little secret—”
“I have my reasons. Do we have a deal or not?” Doug warned, his grip tightening, threatening to snap the delicate bones in my wrist.
What could I do? Scenarios played out in my head like mini-trailers on a cinema screen. I had no doubt that Doug’s threat was serious. He would go to my dad, destroy my relationship with him, and I’d be forced to leave here anyway.
Doug shook me like a ragdoll. “What will it be?”
“OK, fine!” I cried, grateful for the shaking to have stopped.
“You better be gone by morning,” he said and finally released the grip upon my arm.
I hurried to the safety of lodge, my mind reeling.
What the fuck was I going to do?
End of Part One
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Bearllionaire Stepbrother #2
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I slammed the door behind me and threw myself onto the bed.
This wasn’t happening. No fucking way did I let that happen! He saw me bare, raw, and he hadn’t blinked an eye.
Painful pricks at my eyes threatened to bring on a wash of salty tears, but I willed myself not to cry. If I started, that would be it. It would be over, and I’d end up in a puddle of my own mess, ready to throw in the towel when I’d just got here. I had to calm myself down, but first I smothered my head with the pillow and screamed.
What had I done? How in holy hell did I think it was going to be OK for me to waltz around naked in a strange apartment when there’d been a remote chance that he could’ve seen me? Had I wanted him to come home and catch me like that?
I groaned into the pillow again. Yes. Maybe I had… and there must be some truth to it if that was one of my first thoughts after being caught. Shit, what was I going to do? Act like it was an unfortunate misunderstanding and get on with caring for his child?
No way would he believe me… I’ve screwed up royally this time.
There were a couple of knocks at the bedroom door, and then it swung open. I spun around and sat up, gathering the covers around my still naked body.
“What the hell are you doing? Get out!” I yelled, not knowing why I was so furious at him. He wasn’t the one who’d humiliated himself…
Drake switched on a side light at the wall and closed the door. “Well, if you haven’t noticed,” he said, his arm going wide, “this is my room, and you are in my bed. Naked.”
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